Look After You

"There's not much time." He croaked, his voice raspy and faint. I watched in horror as the life drained from his pale face. He was dying. My best friend was dying.
He groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "I'm all she has left. If I'm gone she has no one. Please Lou. Please. I need you to take care of her."
I gave him a faint smile, a tear rushing down my cheek. "I will."
My best friend gave me one last hopeful look as the blood continued to flow from his chest. "I need you to promise to protect her. Keep her away from the rest of your band. Protect her like she's your little sister."
I sighed and bowed my head, trying to hide my devastated face. "I promise."


4. Alone

POV Saige

"Louis?! Louis?!" I screamed desperately. What happened? Where was Ross? Why was he crying? A million questions were running through my mind as I ran outside, the rain soaking my clothes. My feet hurt as I ran down the cement driveway, the cold water stinging the sensitive skin. I jumped in Jackie's old car and started down the road.

"Please pick up!" I begged dialing Ross' number. The line went to voice mail. I screamed in frustration, throwing the phone to the other seat. The rain was thick, clouding my vision as the windshield wipers tried to keep up with the constant water droplets.

Just as I was about to turn into the city, I saw red and blue blinking lights surrounding the edge of the road. Ambulances and police cars surrounded an upturned car, people walking around with notebooks and bags. I pulled up along side of it, the car being familiar. I frantically unbuckled my seat belt and ran out to the car, ignoring the pleas and shouts. There were two stretchers yards away from the crushed car, one empty and the other with a long black bag. I've seen that bag too many times. This can't be happening again.

"Miss, please. We need to clear the area." A deep voice said. A bushy faced man grabbed my arm lightly.

"Louis?" I whispered spotting the familiar body being hauled on the empty stretcher. His face was covered in blood, along with his right leg. His eyes were closed, and I waited to see them get another black bag. But they didn't. The two men hurriedly brought the stretcher to the back of the ambulance. Before I realized what I was doing, I was by Louis' side, explaining to the paramedics my predicament. They sighed and let me climb into the back with Louis.

I stared at his face longingly. How could this happen? Some of the blood had been cleared, the substance no longer covering his bruised face, but some above his eyebrow still flowed. I grabbed his hand.

"Louis." I silently begged bringing his hand to my face. It was limp. Realizing what I was doing, I pushed it away, his hand falling limp beside him. No. It's not right.

I sighed and grabbed his hand again. Who cares anymore.

"Miss Whitman?"

I stood slowly from my plastic chair. A woman stood before me, her hair graying at the top and face worn out. I bit my lip.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Mr.Whitman passed away. Something impaled him in his chest and the blood loss was too significant. I'm sorry." She explained.

I sucked in some air and sat back down. It's not like I didn't know. I was there when his body was placed in a bag. But the shock hadn't worn off. Part of me hoped that maybe someone else was in the car with the two of them and I was just hallucinating and everything was okay. I guess that's not the case.

It was at that moment I realized I'm alone. Not abandoned. Not excluded. Alone. I have no one. After so much experience, I knew people would go. I wasn't dumb. But I never could quite grasp the idea of having no one. I've always someone. Always. And here I was, standing in a hospital lobby, no one to go home to. As of now, the lemon scented area was my only safe place where reality can't haunt me.

"Miss Whitman? Would you like to see Mr. Tomlinson? He's doing much better and is awake."

I stood up and nodded slowly, unsure if I should see the guy that survived instead of my brother. But as much as Louis and I disliked each other, he was kind of all I had left of Ross. He was there in the last moments of his life. For that, I need him.

"Just warning you." The doctor said grabbing the handle of a white door. "Mr.Tomlinson is rather emotional. He kept blabbering you and your brother's names."

I nodded again and walked into the room. Louis lay on the hospital bed, his leg elevated in a sling and his face covered in band aids, small black stitches above his eyebrow. His blue eyes focused on me and I suddenly felt awkward. I shouldn't be here.

"Saige." He mumbled out stretching his hand. I sighed and pulled up a cushioned chair next to him.

"I'm sorry. It happened so suddenly I didn't know what to do." He cried grabbing my hand. I looked away from his broken, tear stained face.

"It's okay." I whispered unsure of myself.

He turned my head towards him. "No it's not. You just lost the only person you have left in this world. You can cry Saige. It's only me."

I bit my lip, hot tears stinging the corners of my eyes. Louis' thumb traced my knuckles soothingly.

"Don't worry," he continued. "I promise you won't be alone. I told Ross I would take care of you and that's what I'm going to do."

I shook my head and jerked my hand away from his. "No. Anyone who comes close to me just gets hurt. I can't loose another person."

"A promise is a promise." He stated grabbing my hand again. "Your not going to loose me Saige. Part of looking after you means making sure your happy. If not being alone makes you happy then so be it."

The corners of my mouth rises slightly. Maybe I wouldn't be alone after all.


So this a short chapter but I'll probably update tomorrow if not tonight. I'm probably going to skip a funeral scene just for the fact that after the funeral in my story 'Broken' I don't think I can handle it. I was literally sobbing during that because she was gone and she impacted so many people. But Ross is a harder to do considering he's only lasted a couple chapters. So my apologizes if you wanted to read another sad funeral scene. :( Anyway, Id love to hear your opinions and suggestions on the story so far. Thank you for the love!

I love you to the moon and back.


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