homeless [l.s.]

(38)

this is just a chapter of louis and older zayn before he died. skip ahead if you want, it won't affect the story :)

louis awoke to the sound of an engine starting, and the same cold, familiar substance scrubbing against his collarbone.

he winced as the cold hit his wound, sending shocks throughout his body, and felt someone squeeze his hand.

"you lost a lot of blood, babes. it's all over your chest. eugh."

he didn't bother to respond, or even open his eyes, he just let out a soft sigh and fell back to sleep.

"you're like his older brother. it makes me sad." mrs. malik said from the drivers seat, looking at zayn through the rear-view mirror.

"yeah, well," he sighed, not taking his eyes off louis' blood stained chest, "he needs it."

"is it his father?"

"not sure."

"is he depressed?"

"mum!" zayn hissed, glaring at her, "he could hear you."

"doesn't look like it." she said, reverting her gaze to the road for a second, before glancing back at louis, who was now fallen in a deep sleep, clutching zayn's hand loosely, his bandage just poking out from where zayn was lifting up his ripped t-shirt.

zayn tossed the wipe onto the ground, and sat back in his seat, bringing louis' shirt back down past his stomach, "mum?"

"yeah?"

"can louis come live with us?"

a sigh escaped her lips, "i can sort something out."

zayn muttered a thank you, before having to prod louis lightly in order to wake him up before the three arrived at the hospital.

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"here, fill out these forms and bring them back to me."

the receptionist handed zayn a clipboard and he trundled back to his seat, where louis was dozing, he let out a soft smile, "hey."

"hello."

zayn sat down, and started filling out the form.

"name.. louis william tom.. date of birth.. twenty-fourth.. gender.. male.. i think.. reason for.. stabbed-"

"how did the injury or medical condition occur?" zayn read aloud, and turned his head towards louis.

"i slipped."

"yeah.. right, and john lennon slipped, come on, i won't write it down."

"he stabbed me with glass."

"okay."

"anything major happen since the accident.. hit head etc.. uh, blood loss."

zayn stood up, and handed the form back to the receptionist, who took it from him politely and he went to sit back down.

"it stings."

"i know, it'll be over soon."

"no it won't."

"yeah, it will."

"promise?" louis looked at him with tired, puppy eyes.

"of course." zayn smiled, patting him on the knee.

zayn's mother arrived back from the bathroom, and almost immediately the three were called up to the doctor. zayn supported louis' weight as they waddled towards the elevator.