It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


32. Continueing Last Chapter:)


Louis' POV:

*My mind couldnt prepare me for what I was about to be told.* I rushed to the back of the ambulance, seeing her sitting there, motionless. The only motion she was making was the light rise and fall of her breathing. I knew all this had been done for me. I knew it. And I hated it, if only I hadnt of messed up with those ghetto guys, I wouldnt have almost been killed, she wouldnt have been lying there, barely breathing. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain she must have been in from smashing her head off the concrete. That man. That man, man? No, he isnt a man, he's a childish boy who doesnt know how to treat a lady, I thought as I looked over to see the guy who had grabbed her and made her smash her head. I turned my head back, feeling someone tap my shoulder.

"Are-Are you Louis? Her boyfriend?" Said a nice-looking young nurse. She looked like she was still in college, actually, middle school. She was so young, what was she doing here? My puzzled look must have confused her. "I'm sorry, if you're not Louis Tomlinson, I didnt mean to bother you sir--" She started, but I interrupted her.

"I am Louis. W-What happened to her, is she going to be alright?" I ask, hoping she will be fine. I hope there would be good news.

"I-I-I." The nurse said, hiding something. She seemed like she didnt want to tell me what happened.

"Please tell me, I, well, she's my whole life. I cant stand to not know what happened, please?" I plead. I looked into her deep brown eyes, quite unhappily. She was refusing to tell me, obvously it was bad... Or else she wouldnt disagree with me...

"I, well, I dont know for sure...I'm not sure what happened... I--I wasnt informed, nobody knows..." She said, a little glint of pain went through her eyes. My knees felt weak... I almost dropped.

"So, she--she could be... dead?" I regretted asking the last part, I knew the answer could be really bad. I really hope the answer was good. 

"I dont think so... I think she'll be fine... I, I hope.." She said, not quite sure of how to tell me that she really doesnt know whats going on right now.

"Well... Do you think your little buddy would know? Would he know what happened to her?!" I ask, really getting annoyed now. I looked over at her, sitting on the gurney so sweetly, she was so innocent. So, pure niceness. I, I've changed her. Before this, she had no scars, and I had no hope with love. She's been the best to me, and I've been the worst to her. Obviously.

"I dont know..." The middle-school aged nurse says, making me literally jump out of my skin with annoyance.

"You dont seem to know anything! Are you even old enough for this job?! I need to know..." I spit, completely lashing out at her, which makes her back away from me.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down buddy. No freaking out on the interns, they dont know." Said a light blonde boy, looking like another intern. He gave me a cocky smile, a person like him are the people I cant stand. He flashed his cocky grin at me again. I wanted to punch it off his face.

"Buddy, you're girlfriend...." He asks, sort of.

"Yeah, you know something about her?!" I ask, excitedly. I would love anybody who could tell me what happened.

"Yeah, I sure do. She's hot. Dudeeeee." He says, and I completely went insane. I dont like this kid. I just mimic his cocky grin, pushing him away from me, him hitting the side of the ambulance. I make my way over to her. Lying there like an angel. Thats when I see it. The huge cut on the side of her head, probably where it hit the concrete. I dropped to my knees, if she isnt dead now, this cut could kill her. I felt like dying myself. I felt like I was dying. Like I was just a walking dead person. going through the everyday lessons like a slave. Like I cant change or help anyone's problems. I couldnt help Kendal get away from those people, I couldnt do it. I couldnt. I just couldnt stop it, and I feel horrible, maybe I cant protect her all the time. But I want to. I really want to be her protection. I dont want to, actually, I need to protect her. Need to.

I looked at the cut on the side of her head, pumping out blood at a rather quick pace. The people seemed to be going by me so fast, like I was in slow motion. The world just wants me to live in this moment, and this is one of the worst moments to live in by far. Seeing that cut, knowing I could've prevented it. But, as soon as I leaned in a little closer, she opened her eyes. They opened so quickly, it seemed to be the fastest thing ever, faster than a blink of her pretty grey eyes. 

Kendal's POV

I opened my eyes from a long time of seeing apsolutely nothing. There was only blackness, no other things. The world around me was a black mess, and I was trapped in it. Like I was falling, like I was just falling into the abyss that leads me to nowhere. Like I was dead. And yeah, I hate to think of myself as dead, but the only reason I did was because I enjoyed the dark quietness. There was no pain there, no pressure, no drugs, no ghetto boys... I wonder why they were after Louis, that would be a question for later... I opened my eyes quickly, hoping I wasnt dead, hoping to see another day atleast. See Louis once more. And I did, Louis was right there when I opened my eyes, looking down at me, looking like he was in pain. 

"Oh my god, Louis! You didnt get shot!" I said, wincing at a severe pain in my head.

"Shh, it's okay love. I'm here, you have a pretty bad cut on your head, talking or movement will make it worse. They've stiched it up a bit, but it's not as good as it needs to be. At the hospital, thats where we will fix this. Then I'll take you home, I wont ever leave your side again. I wont let that happen again. I promise." Louis said, smiling down at me, his beautiful face glowing. I turned my head slightly, getting a painful sensation from my head, to look out the window. I saw that we were moving, the vehicle I was in was moving, in fact, very quickly. We suddenly skidded to a stop, me almost flying from the soft bed type thing I was on. I looked down, my head not liking it, to see a gurney. And I took more of my surroundings in, seeing this was an ambulance. I felt someone moving the gurney, but my head was in so much pain, I couldnt move it to see who it was. I heard Louis running behind us, I could only tell because he was on the side where I could see. He wasnt really running, just walking pretty quickly, trying to stay behind us a little. Must be he was told not to come.

"Stay back, hun." I heard a womens' voice say, which Louis moved back a little. I smiled at him, he works so hard to protect me, and I knew he would feel bad about it. It wasnt his fault, it was my own. I should have stayed put, maybe they wouldnt have taken Louis. I shouldnt have mentioned Paul, which I was still worried about. I shouldnt have let Louis walk away when we were in the drivers' cabin.  I felt a pang in my head as we flew through the hospital, finally getting to a room. It was light yellow coloured walls, with a nice green blanket. Sure, it looked nice, but hospitals are horrible, they have shots and all the other things that are painful. Mostly shots, I hate shots. I cant stand them. I wouldnt get them at all if they didnt have a really important to keep your health good. I was taken over to the bed, where a really nice boy nurse picked me up, bridal style, and put me up on the nice bed, ruffling the light green blanket. He immediately ran out, probably going to get shots. Oh, how I hate shots... I cant stand them. They're my biggest fear. Besides roller-coasters. I cant stand them either, they make me feel sick and almost make me throw up.... But they scare me more than make me sick. They always have. Always.... since my childhood.... I was alone in the room, with Louis there. Perched on the edge of the chair, by my bed. Sitting there, not even looking at me, but looking away.

"Louis, what--what happened?" I ask, as he looks over at the sound of his name.

"You have a huge cut, babe. On your head, above your right eye. They say it will heal to be a small scar, but not anymore. I dont know what to say... I--It's my fault.I'm sorry." He says, fear and hurt in his eyes.

"Louis, come here. Please." I say, and he obeyes, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"It isnt your fault, I know it isnt. Dont beat yourself up over it." I say, smiling at him, running my hand through his hair. He smiles back at me. He is about to say something when the doctors come rushing back in, demanding him to get away from me. He grabbs my hand and gives it a squeeze before he goes to sit somewhere else. The doctors came in with a huge tray. 

"We will need to give you some anesthesia, we need to fix the poor stitching of the interns." Says one doctor, who smiles sypathetically. But, I frown more.

"Come on, doc. You dont have anything else you can do?" I hear Louis ask, which makes the doctor think, making him move his eyebrows together. Rubbing his chin. He then scratches his head, looking up towards the ceiling, then he whispers to a nurse, who shruggs.

"Well, the only other option is to fix them while you're awake. And by now you should know about how bad that cut actually hurts. And, it will hurt more than you think it will. The smart choice would be the shot... taking the shot would be over with in a few seconds." The doctor says, shrugging his shoulders.

'I-I'm not sure... Louis, help me?" I ask, pleading into his eyes. He comes closer, and whispers in my ear.

"I'll be here no matter which one you do. I promise." He says. I nod, and he takes my hand.

"I'll just take the shot." I say, and then I see the needle. Bigger than any other one I've seen in my life. 

"Babe, after this, I will take you to the amusement park, or the fair." I hear Louis say, and I smile at him. Oh no, rollercoasters... I close my eyes, and wish this was all a dream, wishing when I opened up my eyes that I would be in Louis' arms before I even mentioned Paul. Before all these things happened.


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