the connection

I needed saving: Chapter 14.

LOUIS POV

It had been 4 days after I had seen Elle in the hospital. 4 days of nightmares. 4 days of just laying in bed, regretting more every day more and mIore for even thinking I liked Sarah more than Elle. Why had I been so stupid? And now because of me and my stupidity, She was in the hospital. No way her parents would even trust me again. No way Annabelle would ever let me within 100 feet of her! I felt like a monster. I had lost the only thing that had made me truly happy. My thoughts had been interrupted by a voice yelling to me outside of my door.

"Louis! We have to get you out of your room! I can't even remember the last time I heard your shower go on!" Harry said while banging on my door. "I'll be out in 5" I yelled back and checked my phone for a message from Elle I knew I wasn't getting.

All of the boys had been staying at mine to help me cope, but it wasn't the same as having Elle by my side. She made me realize all of the beautiful things in life I had always failed to miss. Something about her simple presence made me just feel happy. It felt so right, it made Sarah and I's relationship feel like a complete joke! I shook my head and prayed to god she was okay. I had to change this. I could not stand this. I needed her back. I was willing to do absolutely anything for a second chance. I bolted into the shower, changed into jeans and a black rolling stones t shirt and converse, shook my hair out and bolted out of the door after telling the boys where I was off to. Even if she wasn't ready to accept my apology, I had to apoligize. 

ELLE POV

I woke up from my slumber, uncomfortable and just bored of this hospital. I was sick of this shitty food they kept feeding me, the medecine they gave me was disgusting, and I felt dead and drained. I didn't even feel like speaking to people. I had felt like a little speck of dust traveling through the air, desperate to grasp onto something stable. I missed Louis so much, and I hoped he didn't mean what he had said. I asked Annabelle if he had ever come to visit me while I was asleep and she shook her head no. That made me really upset. He probably didn't even know I was in the hospital. He was probably off doing important things with imporant people, because he had something to live for. I sighed loudly and ran my hand through my disheveled and slightly greasy hair. God, I had to get out of here. I didn't know why I was still here! I pressed my 'call' button for my nurse, Shannan. She had black hair and was slighly chunky, and came rushing into my room promply after I pressed the button.

"Is everything okay?" She asked while checking the heart monitor and the machines I was hooked up to.  "Um yeah, Why am I still here? I need to get out of here soon or i'll go crazy! How do you work here?" I asked, a bit of annoyance in my voice. "It's an aquired taste, I guess! And we were planning on releasing you tonight, yay!" She said, unhooking me from my various fancy machines. I sighed a sigh of relief and reached over to my phone on the side table, checking my phone. No notifications. What is my lifeeee! I texted my mom telling her I was being released sometime tonight and then checked twitter. I was scrolling through my timeline and saw Annabelle on my timeline. I clicked on her profile and looked at her tweets I had missed since I didn't have a lot of time to go on twitter since I was basically sleeping all day in the hospital. I was looking at her tweets, and my heart had stopped. She retweeted one of Louis' tweets that had said 'I was wrong for what I said. I'd do anything to have you back. I'm going to make this right.' I sat there, contemplating what this could have possibly been about. Was it about me? Just thinking about him made my heart race, he made my stomach have endless butterflies. I felt like a princess when I was with him. When we kissed, it was an indescribable feeling. I felt a tear drop onto my hand. If I was crying over Louis, then he definitely meant something because I only cry over people I love. I had never felt so broken, so vulnerable. He gave my life worth and meaning. He was the only one who could save me. And I needed saving. I sat there, staring at the blank white wall in front of me, thinking endless thoughts about the things i'd do to just hear his voice. I must have been very focused in my dreaming thoughts because I thought I heard my door open and his voice. 

"Elle?"