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:)


31. Permanant Damage..?!

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.


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