Over Again

Lauren hates One Direction. She has nothing against their music or 4/5 of the boys. One boy in particular ruined her life. You thought Louis Tominson was perfect? Think again.


3. Chapter 3

Lauren's P.O.V.

I woke up, I had no clue what had happened or where I was. I opened my eyes slightly to see a pair of blue orbs gazing at me. I opened them a little more to get the full view of the person's face. It was a male, my brain registered. Pale skin and messy brown hair. I looked into his eyes once more, and I noticed the rings around them. There was a dark hue underneath his bottom eyelid, much like the way Louis looked when he hadn't slept. Then, I realized who's face I was staring at in awe. Louis. A look of relief washed over his enervated face. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain stung my left arm from the outside in. I carefully shifted my body so it was resting on one elbow, which gave me a chance to look at my surroundings. My sight kept changing; from blurry to sharp and back again. I tried to focus on where I was but I just...couldn't.

"It's a hospital room," said a soft, gentle voice beside me. I turned around, a little too quickly, for I winced at another sharp pain in my arm. Louis was seated beside me.

"Wh-why am I here?" I croaked. He pursed his lips. 

"You were in a coma. Not too long, just for a couple of days," he explained. My eyes widened-why was I in a coma?

"Wh-what happ-happened?" I stuttered.

"You...cut yourself. Really badly. You nearly died from blood loss. I found you slumped against a wall in the shower, unconscious, with two huge gashes-one on your left arm and one going up your left leg," Louis explained carefully. I couldn't remember why I did it.

"Do you have any clue why..." I trailed off, staring out the window. He ducked his head and stared at his feet.

"It was because of me," he mustered up the words. What would Louis do to hurt me?

"What are you talking about? You're my boyfriend-you would never do anything to make me cut!" I exclaimed. A puzzled look crossed Louis's face, then a look of realization.

"You don't know..." he murmured. I couldn't understand him.

"We got in an argument. Nothing big, you know. Let's get out of here as soon as you're allowed and we can go grab a bite to eat!" Louis said, all the sudden excited.

"Okay, just a day for you and me," I said, going along with his cheeriness. His face broke into a grin. Louis reached for my hand, and pulled me up. He gave me my crutches, I had apparently sprained my ankle while I fell. I hopped to the door of the hospital while Louis signed my papers for me. He helped me to the car, and we were on our way to a great day.

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