Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 18- Never Have I Ever

I finally updated!!
Sorry I haven't updated in literally two months, I got sick, and then I had a shit ton of exams coming up that I had to study for. Hopefully now that I'm done with those, I should be able to update more.

Louis' pov:
"Does this hurt?" The nurse, a young woman named Katie, asks, placing two fingers on the bruised part of my nose and applying pressure. I hiss at the pain, moving away quickly. Stupid Harry. Forcing me to go to the stupid hospital.

"Of course it does, are you fucking dumb?" I growl out, grabbing my throbbing nose.

Katie rolls her eyes at me, unfazed. Clearly, she is used to dealing with rude patients. It's not like I'm trying to be rude. I just really don't like hospitals. I don't want to be here.

"Hmmm..." The nurse mumbles, as she leans in to inspect my nose. I shift uncomfortably. She is way too close, getting all up in my personal space. "It could possibly be broken. C'mon, follow me, I'll take you to the x-ray room." Katie instructs, making me gulp.

I hate the x-ray room.

I bite my lip nervously as she leads me into the room. I lay across the bed, eyes widening at all the equipment above my head. Wow. This is fucking scary.

The nurse then leaves, entering the side room with all of the heavy equipment connected to the x-ray. She shuts the door behind her, and gives me a calming nod through the glass window. I take a deep breath. Okay. Time to get this over and done with.

Luckily, the x-rays weren't as horrible as I thought they would be. There was just a few small flashes of light that practically blinded me, but other than that, I didn't feel a thing.

"Okay!" Katie says, clapping her hands together as she emerges from the side room, a smile on her face. "Good news! Your nose is fine, just a little bruised." She explains, making me release a sigh of relief. I thank her, apologising for being rude earlier, before finally being able to exit the building.

As soon as I arrive back home, I collapse on the couch, sighing in relief. Thank fuck! I really need a lie down after everything that's happened today. Speaking of, I should probably check on Harry.

I don't bother to search for his contact, instead just dialling his number into my phone. I know his number off by heart by now.

After a few rings, my boy picks up. "Hello?" Harry asks drousily, a yawn escaping his mouth after he speaks.

"Shit, did I wake you up? Sorry!" I exclaim, facepalming at my thoughtless actions. I should've texted first!

A tired giggle errupts from Harry's mouth. "Yeah, you did." He states, "But that's okay. I need to have dinner soon anyways. Oh, also, did you go to the hospital? I swear to God, Louis Tomlinson, you better have gone to the hospital!" Harry growls.

I snigger at his tone. "Yes, darling, I went to the hospital." I respond softly, as I move into a more comfortable position, crossing one leg over the other. "My nose is fine. Just a little bruised."

Harry sighs in relief, and I feel all the heat rush up to my cheeks, making me blush a light pink. He was worried about me. "And how about you?" I ask, after a small period of comfortable silence.

"What about me?" Harry says, confused.

"Harry, sweetheart, you were assaulted. How are you doing? Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?" I question.

I really am worried about him. He's gone through so much, and that's just in the past few months! If I were as young as him, and going through this much shit, I would 100% give in under the pressure. I don't even know if I'd still be alive to tell the tale. Yet here he is, taking all the obstacles life throws at him like a fucking champ. I don't know how he does it.