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Chapter 20

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Louis POV

"When can you come home?" Phoebe asks me. Mum and Mark brought the girls over to the hospital for a visit.

"Soon, I hope." I tell her. "You're not gonna die, are you?" I chuckle a little. "I don't know, actually." She frowns. "I love you, Louis." she says, then hugs as much of me as she can from the floor, since I'm laying in the bed.

"We're gonna take the girls home, but we'll be back, okay?" Mark says. I nod. "See ya." I say. He smiles, waving, as they all head out the door. My mum stays back for a minute.

"Lou?" "Yeah, Mum?" "Get some rest, okay?" "Okay?" Why does she need to tell me to sleep? "Whats wrong, Mum?" "Nothing. Just get some rest. Love you." she says, then walks out.

My phone lights beside me on the bed. I grab it. There's a text from Niall.

From: Niall
hey mate. abby isn't doing so well without you. think you could call her?

From: Louis
Yeah. What's wrong with her?

From: Niall
for some reason she thinks your condition is her fault. don't tell her I told you to call

From: Louis
Okay. I'll talk to her. Thanks

I dial her number, then wait. She picks it up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey beautiful."

"Oh, hi Lou."

"How do you feel?"

There's a long pause, but she finally answers: "Okay. You?"

"Some tummy pain, but nothing cereal can't fix."

"Oh, you and your cereal. I'm gonna miss that."

"What do you mean you're gonna miss it?"

"You broke up with me."

"No, I didn't."

What the fuck is she talking about? Why would I break up with her?

"This morning. You had that girl, well- my replacement- come in and tell me."

"What girl?"

"The one you're in love with."

"You mean you?"

"No. I swear, Louis. What are you playing at? If it's over then why did you even call me?"

"It's not over, Abby! I don't know who the fuck you're talking about!"

The nurse in the room gives me this look, saying 'Watch your profanity" so I smile apologetically at her.

"What did this girl look like?"

She sighs. "Honestly, Louis-" "What did she look like?" I interrupt.

"Um, she was tall.. She had dark eyes, and black hair. Kinda punk."

Oh my god. "Delia." I whisper. I thought she moved? Why is she back?

"Who?" I think about lying and saying I don't know, but she's already pissed enough. "Delia. I knew her in high school." She sighs. "I thought she moved away from here. To Bradford, she said. That's pretty far away, so I thought she was for for good." "Why does she hate you so much?" Ugh, another question I don't want to answer.

"At a party." "What kind of party?" "Erm, a party. You know, dance, drink some beer, maybe smoke a joint or two.. High school parties." "Oh. So then what?" Damn, she sure is quirky for the state she's in.