We're The Only Way

The hit girl band The Only Way, meets the hit boy band, One Direction. The girls all have boyfriends, but will the boys get in the way of that?

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33. Therapy

Cole's POV

It had been a week since Lou got out of the hospital. We'd pretty much spent every second together. It unfortunately took such a tragedy for us to realize that every second we have together is precious. However, One Direction was starting another tour in a month, The Only Way was working on our album, and two music videos. We knew this time together was going to end, but at least we had our house to come home to.

Today was our first day of therapy. I was still reluctant to even go, but it's what Lou wanted. Nic had gone yesterday, and she said she had already felt improvement, but I didn't even know what I was going to say!

“Well we're here.” Lou said when we arrived at the Doctor's office.

“Looks like it.”

“Listen babe, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”

“No, it's fine. We're already here, might as well finish through.” I flashed a smile at him.

“I know you're faking it.” Lou said with an added smirk.

“Let's go.” I gave his hand a squeeze before getting out of the car.

“Ms. Bonsell and Mr. Tomlinson I presume?” The secretary at the front desk asked with a smile.

“Yes.” I gave her a small smile.

“Doctor Philips is ready for you, and Doctor Foster is ready for you, Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Thank you.” Lou and I said in unison.

I walked into the Doctor's office. It looked pretty much like they do in movies.

“Please, have a seat.” Doctor Philips said gesturing to the couch.

“I don't have to lie down do I?”

“No! Do what you please.” He said smiling at me.

“Alright.” I took a seat on his couch and looked at the floor. It was a tad awkward.

“So tell me about yourself Ms. Bonsell.”

“Nicole, you can call me Nicole.”

“Alright, Nicole.”

“Well I'm 18, I'm in The Only Way, a band that was started my freshman year of high school.”

“And what effect has that had on your life?”

“Well since the success of TOW, I was taken out of High School, I moved to LA. I dated Nick Jonas! I broke up with Nick Jonas, and I met the love of my life. I think he's the one.”

“Mr. Tomlinson?”

“Yes, Louis.”

“And he was shot? Correct.”

“Yes. I've moved in with him, he's going on tour soon. I'm going back to PA for my friends graduation, and technically mine.”

“Please don't avoid the subject.”

“What subject?”

“What was it like, watching the love of your life get shot?” I sat there for a good five minutes. How was I supposed to talk about this with a total stranger? I couldn't even talk to my best friends about this.

“Obviously it sucked. I felt so helpless. All I could do was watch him lie there in pain. Dying.” I felt all the emotions coming up. I stopped talking.

“Take your time.”

“I think it's time I left.” I got up and started walking towards the door.

“It's ok to let your emotions out. I'm the only one who has to know.”

“I can't. I have to be the strong one. For my friends, family, the fans, and Louis. They need me to be strong. I've broken down so many times, but I can't break down while they're still crumbling.”

“But you will break. You will crumble. But at least let me help you through it.”

“Watching Louis fall to the ground isn't something that I can just describe. I thank God everyday that he survived...”

“But...”

“But I can't help but feel like it was my fault, and that somehow I should have stopped the guy from shooting him.”

“Like he should have shot you instead of Louis?”

“Pretty much.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you think it should've been you? Then Louis would've had to deal with the pain you're feeling now.”

“But then I could go through the physical pain.”

“His physical pain will heal. Mental pain, that's something entirely different. He would have had to sit by and watch you lie there, motionless, fighting for your life. Isn't it possible that maybe what you went through is worse?”

“I don't think so.”

“Just think about this situation for a minute.”

“Ok.”

“You walk downstairs with Louis, hand in hand. You instantly get shot, he gets kidnapped. He couldn't help you. You were shot and he couldn't protect you. He escapes and finds out you're still alive. He rushes to the hospital, but he doesn't know if you've made it through your surgery. He finds out your in a coma. When he goes home, he sees the blood stained floor. It constantly reminds him how he couldn't help you. You almost bled to death there. He returns to the hospital, you're still in a coma. You finally come out of your coma two or three days later. You get released. Louis takes care of you, loves you, does everything for you. But he hasn't told you his feelings. He's keeping it all bottled up inside. He wishes he would've been shot. He cannot bare to see you like this, but he doesn't realize, you're ok.”

“I can't tell him that I think I'm going through something worse. He was shot!”

“Nicole, you're both going through a lot, but it's how you deal with it that's going to determine the intensity of it.”

“I was just so scared I was going to loose him.”

“But he's not dead.”

“I still feel like I could loose him at any second.”

“Why? You know he's making a fantastic recovery.”

“Because! If that man could get in my house so easily then, what's to stop someone else from hurting us again?”

“Nothing.”

“I'm leaving.” I regained my composure and started for the door again.

“Ms. Bonsell, we've made progress whether you see it or not. You can admit your fears now. Come back next week please.” And with that I walked out. I looked at the clock. I'd been in there for 45 minutes, it felt like only 10 minutes. I saw Louis shake the Doctor's hand and walk out of the room.

“Hello love! That was perfect timing wasn't it!” He said happily.

“Yepp.” I faked a smile and took his hand.

I reluctantly scheduled the next appointment and went to the car.

“So how was your session?” Lou asked on our way home.

“Fine.”

“That bad, eh?”

“It wasn't bad but...”

“But what?”

“I don't know. It just wasn't me.

“I understand. How about we get some ice cream?”

“I'm okay.”

“Come on love, I know ice cream is your weak spot!”

“Fine.” I said fake pouting. I drove to our favorite ice cream spot and sat there for a minute.

“What's wrong love?”

“Nothing. It's just- I love you. And I'm afraid of you getting hurt.”

“I love you too, but rest assure, I'm fine.”

“I know.” I took a deep breath before getting out of the car. 

“Let's go on a date tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Dinner and a movie?”

“Sounds perfect!” I said kissing his cheek.

“Good.”

“Maybe I should go to therapy more often, I mean ice cream and a date!” I said laughing.

“I love you sweet heart.”

“I love you most.” Things would be ok. I knew they would, whether it be a week, a month or a year, things would be ok.

 

 

 

 

A/N: As always, I hope you enjoyed! So things with Louis are getting better! Yay! A thank you to 'Nicolette' for semi helping me :P But go read her stories! Anyway, Love you all! Xx 

~Nicole

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