You're Perfect to Me

This is a Louis Tomlinson fan fiction.
Delilah is a 19-year-old college student who has been bullied all her life. She goes to Greenview University in Manchester, England. Extremely insecure about herself, she doesn't think she can do it anymore. She doesn't think she deserves to live. But that was until Louis Tomlinson came along. *Some strong language*


18. Mission: Stay Out of Rehab

Zayn left the room, leaving me alone to deal with all the guilt. Why would Louis do this for me? I understand the whole looking after me thing, but giving blood was a little much. I put my head in my hands and sighed. This IV was getting so uncomfortable.


Zayn finally came back with a doctor. Not just any doctor, but the same doctor that it was last time.


"Hello Miss Turner, it's great to see you again," he said in his sickly-sweet manner.


"I wish I could say the same thing about you," I replied, trying not to sound too rude.


"I understand that this is getting a little uncomfortable for you?" he asked, walking over to take the IV out. I nodded my head and closed my eyes. Needles were definitely not my favorite things in the world.


"Where's Louis?" I asked. I was praying he was okay.


"He's perfectly fine. He was dismissed this morning," the doctor replied.


"When can I leave?" I questioned. I had had my fill of hospitals for the rest of my life, thank you very much. 


"At the end of the day. I am sure Mr. Malik has told you what we would like you to do?" he asked, turning to walk out the door.


"Yeah, rehab? I'm not going," I said stubbornly.


"I understand why you do not want to go, but it is for your own good," he insisted. There was no way in hell I was going to some rehab centre.


"Isn't there any other option?" I argued.


"No, I am sorry," he said. I could tell he was getting annoyed now.


"Louis will look after me. I promise to start eating regularly and I won't purge," I begged.


"That is not the problem. The problem is that we need constant supervision in a sheltered environment to insure your safety. I have treated many other girls with your condition and they are cleared of their problems. A few of the girls that I let return to their homes commited suicide within the month. I'm sorry, but it's not worth the risk." He turned and walked out of the room.


I instantly jumped off the bed and ran into the hallway.


"One week. Give me one week. If things are still bad I will go to rehab," I pleaded.


"Delilah, this isn't worth the commotion..." Zayn said, taking my hand and trying to pull me back into the hospital room. I wasn't going to give in that easily.


"Please! I promise I will eat and won't harm myself," I said as I followed the doctor down the hallway.


"Alright. You have one week. But if I get any calls from Tomlinson, you're going to rehab. No excuses," he said and continued walking.


I strutted back to my room.


"And that, Mr. Malik, is how it's done," I said smiling and plopped myself back on the bed, turning on Pretty Little Liars.




I checked out at the front desk and Zayn walked me out to his car. I was not particularly fond of his car anymore, considering it held the bad news that changed my life.


"Thanks for staying with me," I said, hopping into the passenger seat.


"No problem. I would've just been sitting at home anyway and  figured you needed some company," he replied.


We drove home the rest of the way in silence. Luckily it wasn't too far from the hospital. I grabbed my sweater and ran to the front door, walking into the house without knocking.


"I'M HOOOOOMMEEE!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.


Instantly I heard, "Oh my god, she's back!" followed by a stampede of footsteps running down the stairs. I was engulfed in a giant bear hug from everyone, Louis pretending to cry and kissing both of my cheeks.


"Calm down, lover boy, I was only gone for a day," I said and started explaining what I had to do in order to stay out of rehab.


"I understand your scheme," Louis said, tapping his fingers together like a little kid. I laughed and for the first time, I sat down and ate with everyone at the dinner table.



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