Broken Promises

Casey is a girl always getting into some sort of trouble; she sleeps on the streets and gets into plenty of fights with anyone and everyone.
When one night as she is in a heated fight with a gang of guys she thinks that her time has come; but just when she thinks it’s all over the one and only Louis Tomlinson comes to her rescue.
Can he break past all the walls Casey has put up? Or is he just another typical boyband member?


4. Waking Up

Chapter 4 - Waking Up 


It hurt. There was no where that didn't. I tried to open my eyes but every time I did I failed. It was like holding on to the edge of a cliff losing grip with every attempt. 

I heard footsteps, two pairs. I tried to move but I was paralyzed, physically at least. Someone sat down next to me, I felt the bed sink down as they sat. The person grabbed my hand and rubbed soothing circles on my palm.

"Will she be okay?" The worried voice questioned.

"She lost a lot of blood Lou.. We won't know for a good few hours, until the morphine wears off." A woman answered him.

'I have morphine in my body?' I thought, 'well you wouldn't bloody well know it...' 

"Call me when she wakes up and I will come back." The woman spoke softly to him. I didn't hear his reply, I only heard her walking out of the room and the soft closing of a door.

"Please, please be alright, please." He was begging me to stay alive... Like it was my choice... I felt a weird sensation in my hand a sensation of control, I tried as hard as I could to move my hand but I only managed to twitch it. A gasp was all I heard then he squeezed my hand again.

"If you can hear me please move your hand again." He said with hope.

I moved my hand again slowly gaining more and more control of it with every second that passed.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked, as much as I wanted to be on my own I felt like for once some actually cared for me, and that was more than I could ever ask for.

"Okay considering you can hear me and can't run away I'm going to tell you who I am... Eventhough you may already know me we need something to pass the time. My name is Louis Tomlinson, I am in the band One Direction..." He started.

'That's where I knew him from... Of all people why did I have to be stuck with him?'

He continued on telling me more about him and as much as I didn't want to listen I had nothing better to do so I did. He told me about his past, his friends, his family and his life; it was intriguing to say the least but it didn't make me like him anymore.


Louis kept talking for what felt like hours making me want to strangle him more and more with every passing second. Bloody hell this boy could talk! As the hours dragged on I came more and more coherent and he kept talking, my body started to come back to me and I could move more. Finally I was able to open my eyes and as I did there were the same bright blue eyes staring back at me.

"Hey." He smiled at me, I cleared my throat so I could talk. 

"Are you gonna shut up now?" My voice came out more raspy than I expected but his eyes darkened and he sighed so I'm guessing he heard what I had said. Louis reached to the table next to him and grabbed a glass of water then handed it to me. I sat up slowly wincing and grabbed the glass drinking it quickly. 

Louis' phone buzzed and after he read the message he put it back in his pocket and stood up.

"I'm going to... Uhh.. Shower..." He stuttered and walked over to the door.

"Good 'cause ya kind of stink." I stated.

"Could say the same for you."He mumbled with a tired smirk plastered on his face. "Um.. If you need anything just call me." And with that he left the room leaving me in peace for once. I wondered how long I'd been out to it, a few days I think. Couldn't have been that long...

"Three weeks, you've been unconscious for three weeks." I heard Louis yell out from somewhere around the house. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes you did, might want to stop that!" He yelled again. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed, my head was quite literally killing me. I looked around the surprisingly large room and saw a book with a broken spine and a tattered cover on a table next to the bed. I picked it up and very faintly on the cover was the writing Peter Pan, I flipped it over and as I did a photo fell out of it. The photos was of a young boy and a man, the photo was very faded but I the boy resembled Louis. He looked happy and free and wore a cheeky smile, unlike the Louis I saw today who looked tired, fed up and broken. 

I heard the shower turn off so I quickly put the book back in its place and layer back down on the bed. A light knock sounded on the door and in strolled Louis wearing sweatpants and a white shirt and a plate of heaped plate of food. As if on cue my stomach grumbled, he placed the food in front of me and told me to eat all of it before leaving me alone once again.



*wow guys I'm sooooo sorry u haven't updated in forever! I've had massive writers block but I know what I'm back babyyyyy I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I'm going to start setting goals though so 3 new comments for next chapter? Pweese? Thank you lovelies 


xo Secretive*


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