The whole room was a sob fest. We'd gone to the hospital and poor Tails went straight to the emergency room to undergo some operation. They were ASSHOLES, Louis and I weren't even allowed to say goodbye. Zayn had to drive over and thank God because Louis was in no mood to let me cry on his shoulder. He was standing in the hallway, right where they told him to stop, shaking with tears streaming down his face. He was hunched over, but watching for Shelby to reappear. Poor thing.
Harry showed up with Jamie and he just looked lost. Void of hope. Jamie was balling, I think he knew something was wrong with his mum. Niall brought everyone food and sat at Harry's feet, eyes wide and anxious. The only one not here was Liam.
They were having technicians drag Louis out of the corridor. He was a strong bastard, and fast if you lost your grip on him. They tried restraining him, threatening to call the cops, but he persisted to wait for her. Such loyalty...
"Sir, you're in the way of other patients!"
"I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR HER!" He tore free again and ran back to where he was defiantly. A doctor got some clear liquid in a little vial and filled a syringe with it. I think I knew were that was going and turned back to Zayn's chest. I heard a quiet, hurt whimper and a body hit the floor.
"Are they allowed to do that?!" Zayn grumbled under his breath.
"I'm not a doctor, how the fuck should I know?" Niall hissed back.
"What are they gonna do with him now?"
"I'd keep him sedated, they already did it once. He won't get any better until Tails does." My voice wobbled and wavered and I cringed back into Zayn's varsity jacket again. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a little squeeze.
"It'll be alright, babes."
"Tell that to Louis." I whimpered in retort. They'd dragged him into a seat by us, knowing we were from the same party of mourners. He was fidgeting even though he'd been sedated, brow furrowed and agonizing, I could see it in his face. Tails had made me know him too long. I'd stalked One Direction too long to not notice little things like that.
"I'm sure she'll make it, she's stubborn as a old rusty nail."
"Zayn, lad. That doesn't even make sense. It can't even be a reassurance it has no logic-"
"Fuck logic." Harry sneered at Niall.
"She is stubborn, but she's Tails too. She's strong to a point." I mumbled into Zayn's shirt. I'd known Tails since...it's gotta be eighth grade. We were like instant friends, as quick to become brosifs as instant rice is to...become rice. I think it was our excessive energy. She hadn't been jumping off the walls lately since Jamie, but I know she would've -she WILL- get it back. She's Tails. She can't die, she's too illogical to die. Too random. She'd come back as a zombie for the looks on our faces. Shake her desecrating hips until they fell off, she always dances. Hell, we both do. We all do!
We always do everything as a family...
Louis stirred next to me. I must've cried myself to sleep, it was 11:34 P.M. He looked dazed and sleepy, but the pain in his expression was so obvious it hurt to look at him. Zayn had fallen asleep with his arms locked tight around me, there was no way I could wriggle free. So I snuggled up to him like a teddy bear and watched the eerily quiet hallway. Louis caught sight of me awake and shot me a pitiful glance.
I couldn't move much from Zayn's prison but I weaseled my arm out from his grasp and took Louis' hand. He looked so broken, I just wanted to help. He tried to smile but just looked irked by the gesture. I knew he wasn't, or he would've already smacked my hand away. But he vigilantly observed the corridors for any sign of life. It'd been twelve hours. Could she be in that bad of a situation? How much longer would this take?
"Do you think she'll be okay, Lou?" I said softly. He didn't avert his eyes.
"I don't think she'll be the same way again." He said numbly. "They might have to remove the damaged quarter of her brain, they told me."
"But she's..."
"The operation has a 27.4 percent success rate." His voice took a different pitch and his lip trembled.
"Round it up to 30 for your sanity, Lou." Niall softly punched his leg, forcing a weary smile. Louis his his face in his hands and cowered into the seat.
"Not helping." Harry grumbled. Humor always irked him in these situations. Niall muttered something deadly under his breath and leaned on Louis' knee, I think everyone was watching for the slightest hint.
The seconds ticked away like individual years. The clock yawned and slowed down time. My heart beat with the thin, once-speedy hand counting the seconds. We all became drained, worried to the point we were exhausted but couldn't sleep. We ran out of tears to cry and words to say.
I slipped in and out of consciousness with every little noise, thinking it'd be Tails. It never was. Sometimes it'd be a cranky hag of a nurse or someone just too peppy. Tails walked like that, you could hear her coming, shoes making enough noise to make you think she was important. Then she'd still manage to sneak up on you. It didn't matter what she was wearing, she could get you. From TOMS to boots, scarves to beanies, ski jackets to bikinis, she'll getcha. It's freaky. Louis tried to sneak up on her, we all did, but she always caught us. I started tearing up and opened my iPhone to look at our recent messages.
HEY BROSIF!
Wily, my niglet! I'm reading a Larry fanfiction...I still ship it :)
Tails you never shipped Larry. You ship Lourrot and Hat.
LOUIS WILL ALWAYS LOVE CARROTS AND HARRY CATS!
Geez.
I spell jeez with a j because it's like a cliff..you run down the top and jump off liek "IMA KILL MAISELF" and den does giant eagles from the Hobbit come and are liek swooosh....
You're crazy.
It's cuz I'm physic. GYPSY IRISH POWERS, GOOOO!
I had to admit, we had a sense of humor all our own. I loved it. It made me smile, and I showed it to Louis. I watched a whisper of a smile tug on his lips as he looked at our contact picture. It was a favorite of ours, Tails and I. We'd dressed up as our boyfriends, she'd even got blue contacts, and took pictures. We had nice ones, but we loved our horrified faces. So I used it as our contact picture.
Hers for me was art done by our friend Kayla, us as anime. I had cat ears and tail, dressed in a varsity jacket and booty shorts, and Shelby with a pair of fox tails and ears, in a orange striped hoodie in red skinny jeans. Very clever, Kayla was, at incorporating our nicknames and boyfriends. We had scarves on, at Tails' request, she loved scarves. And sweaters. I think she has a winter clothing feddish...she always has a jacket, pullover, something long-sleeved. Hated long-sleeved shirts though, they had to be sweaters.
Personally, I could care less. But I respect our differences, and Tails is too sassy to give two fucks about what people think. The #MoFoBrosifs are trending on Twitter.
Louis snaps me out of my head and hands back my phone, eyes watery but there's a hint of a grin on his lips. I lock my phone and put it back in my bra, where it stays. I saw a movie where it saved some girl's life. I love my phone and all, but I cherish my life too. Louis caught notice and his thin smile faded as he began to wipe his hand on the seat.
"Mr. Tomlinson? You have decisions to make. It's about Ms. Shelby."
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Kiss Me Before the Sky Falls
FanfictionI don't know how it happened but I wouldn't change a minute of it. It went from a Nando's waitress to Niall's girlfriend. Then Liam's jealous phase and being thrown away like we'd never had anything. I remember, I can count the seconds, when I was a...
