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*


17. They Tried to Make Me Go To Rehab, But I Said No, No, No

"I am strong. I am strong."


I was still repeating this in my head when I realized that the boys had put me back in my bed again. I tried to open my eyes, but was blinded from the brightness.


My eyes finally adjusted and I opened my eyes. I observed my surroundings. White walls. White bed. White equipment. Yes, I was back in the hospital again. I was about to get up when I realized that I was attached to an IV in my arm. My eyes traveled up the tube to see that it was attached to a bag full of dark red liquid.


Blood. They were putting someone else's blood in me. I shuddered at the thought. I tried to remove it without hurting myself so I could get up and get out of this place.


"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I heard a voice say from the corner. I swear I jumped a mile.


"My god Zayn, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?" I asked. "I don't even know what I'm doing here!"


"Well, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" he asked and sat at the end of my bed.


"How bad is the bad news?" I asked.


"Well the good news is that you're alive. That's pretty much all the good I got," he said, his brown eyes piercing through my soul. "The bad news is that you've lost over 30% of your blood, you have to stay here for the rest of the day, and they want you to go to rehab for a little while."


"Rehab?" I asked. "You think I need to go to rehab? Rehab is a place for mental people who are insane and need someone watching their every move," I said. I wanted so bad to get away from this place. Maybe jumping out the window wasn't such a bad idea.


"Hence the reason you need to go," he said.


"Great. Even you think I'm insane."


"I never said I thought you were insane. I think that you need someone to look after you for a while. Only for a few days," he explained.


"I'm not going to put up with this bullshit. Where's Louis?" I asked.


"Downstairs. Trust me, he won't get you out of this. He's the one who wants you to go."


"Fabulous. Just Fabulous. Can I at least get unhooked from this... thing?" I asked, pointing to the blood that was bing transported into my body.


"I can get the doctor," he offered.


'Yes, please."


Zayn got up to walk to the door.


"Zayn?" he turned around and looked at me.


"Who's is this?" I asked, motioning to the bag.


"Louis's," he replied.

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