She Was Mine *ON HOLD FOREVER*

Chapter 9: This is it

*Louis' POV*

I decided to go back inside to avoid the possibility of losing my fingers and toes. While walking upstairs I thought of Hailey. How was she doing. I probably should of brought her breakfast. She told me once, that when she had a concussion at age 8, she had to go to the hospital. The next morning they brought her breakfast and all she got was rubbery eggs and toast. She swore she wouldn't survive more than one night there.

I decided to get completely dressed and head out to pick up some breakfast for her after cleaning up our torn apart room. Some things were knocked over and my clothes were everywhere. The sheets were a tangled mess and one pillow had a gash in it spilling its feathery content onto the floor. After gathering the mess into a pile in a corner, I changed into a pair of clean red chinos, and a white tee. I hopped down the stair grabbing my keys on the table by the door. Then pulled off my navy blue sweatshirt and beanie off their hooks.

Oddly enough, Hailey's favorite breakfast was from McDonald's. I pulled up through the drive-thru, quickly ordering her pancakes with bacon and a hash brown. I avoided the girls amazed face as I pulled up to the pick up window. I didn't have time for any fans right now, I knew Hailey would be wondering why I wasn't there already.

I paid and took the greasy bag, putting it in the passengers seat. I began to drive off to the exit leading the the hospital. I wanted to see Hailey urgently. I drove in silence with the eerie feeling of guilt in my stomach.

*Hailey's POV*

I begin to cry, and dropped the magazines in my lap. I covered my face with my hands. Emily just sat in silence rubbing my back, pity across her face. After a few minutes I began to wipe away tears on my cheeks with the palm of my hand, but they just kept coming.

"Babe we still don't know if its real..." She whispered quietly, still slowly rubbing my back.

I calmed myself, before nodding, still unable to talk. I hoped these pictures were just fake, but they looked so real. Then, again, they always did.

"The door quickly opened, and I began to wipe my eyes quickly, trying to not look like the mess I was right now. It was the nurse. She smiled brightly at me, apparently oblivious to my distressed appearance.

"You have a visitor," she beamed; leaving as quickly as she came.

I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing the odds of what I was about to face. And what do you know, in came a smiling Louis, holding a bag of McDonalds. I was expressionless when he came in. And I only stared when he came in and placed the bag on a table by my bed. Emily was almost leaning over me, as if trying to protect me as she watched him. He looked at my face, and his grin slowly faded. He looked over to Emily's face, then back to mine, before spotting the magazines in my lap. He opened is mouth but said nothing, his eyes wide.

"Care to explain?" I asked not as threatening as I wanted to, handing him a magazine.

*Louis' POV*

She handed me a magazine, that had none other than THE Louis Tomlinson, kissing a girl. The girl I found in my bed not long ago. I didn't remember kissing her, especially outside.

But then I remembered the flash, her pushing me inside, and me being quite confused.

I looked up at her saddened face, "Babe, I was- I was drunk," I begin.

"Who is she."

"Just someone I saw at the bar, she said she wanted to take me home, and-" I tensed realizing what I just said.

"You slept with her?" Hailey said, her red eyes brimming with tears.

I didn't reply, not wanting to know the answer, but she knew. She always knew.

"Please get out Louis," She said quietly. "This is over; we're over."