LOUIS'S POV:
After walking out of the hall I step into the lobby once again and take a seat, I can leave that room but I'm going to have to be forced out of this hospital.
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"What are you still doing here." Speaks a familiar voice and I look to see Thes standing in front of me with a coffee cup.
"Excuse me?" I say bringing myself to my feet. "What the hell was that!" I begin yelling at her.
"Sorry Louis I think it was, but we don't know you."
"Cut the bullshit." I say bluntly and she smiles clearly pleased with herself. She drops her coffee out of her cut on the front of her shirt and hands me the cup before screaming.
"Ouch what the!" She yells and I stand there like and idiot confused. Before I know it two men come running around with a nurse.
"You're going to pay for this!" I yell at her as she turns and smiles as the nurse leads her one way and the guards lead me out the hospitals front doors.
"Go home sir, you're not welcome here." Speaks one of the shoving me off, I snarl before making my way to my car. I speed as fast as I can to the rocks, but first stopping for alcohol to take with me.
"Thought we'd find you here." Says a voice behind me and I see Zayn and Harry.
"What do you want." I say my voice husky from too much alcohol.
"Well we were heading to the hospital when Thes told us you weren't there, we figured you would be here but have no idea why, care to explain?" Speaks Zayn like a mother.
"Take a seat not a drink and listen up." I say carelessly continuing on to explain the last few hours worth of events.
"Firstly put the drink down." Says Harry taking it from my hand, I'm now crying, drunk and a bit of a mess.
"Secondly." Says Zayn. "We're taking you home." They both lift me up putting my arms around there shoulders and walking me to the car.
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After three hours sitting in bed and staring at a wall I've decided that I can't love someone who doesn't love me back, someone who's would isn't infatuated around mine, as mine is hers, I cannot un love her, but I can't be with her if she isn't with me either.
I hope your happy Thes
Goodbye Delilah.
AN/ Kinda starting to maybe hate myself a little for this..
Love always,
-A xo
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