Falling for the Rockstar

Chapter 32 - Louis

The screams echo down the hallway. My heart pounds, my hands tremble as I hold her as firmly as I dare, without causing her more pain. Blood—far too much blood—runs down her legs, pooling on the carpet. Panic rises in my chest, but I force myself to keep it together and make the emergency call.

"We need an ambulance, right now! My girlfriend is bleeding heavily—she's pregnant! She's in excruciating pain... please, hurry!" My voice cracks, but I fight to stay coherent. I give the address as Grace gasps through gritted teeth, whispering my name over and over. "I'm here, love. I'm here," I assure her again and again, just holding her tightly.

Then I hear voices and the familiar clatter of shoes. The boys.

The elevator doors slide open, and I see them stepping out, laughing, clearly having just resolved whatever argument had caused so much tension. But then they freeze. Their faces shift instantly when they see us—Grace, writhing in pain, and me, pale and frantic, blood on my hands.

"Bloody hell, what's going on?!" Harry is the first to move, rushing toward me, the others right behind him.

"What... Louis, what happened?" Zayn sounds stunned as he drops to his knees beside me.

"She... I don't know... she's in pain..." I stammer, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know what's wrong. The ambulance is on its way."

"Oh my God," Liam mutters, wide-eyed as he takes in the chaos. "This... this is all our fault."

"Stop!" Zayn snaps sharply, though his voice trembles. "This isn't the time for that! We need to help her!"

Niall stands frozen, his hands covering his mouth, before suddenly springing into action. "Paul. We need Paul." He takes off, shouting for him as the rest of us try to comfort Grace.

"Louis..." she whimpers. Her voice is so faint, it nearly breaks me. "It... it hurts so much..."

"I know, love. Hold on, okay? Help is almost here." I stroke her hair, feeling utterly useless.

"The baby..." she cries, and I feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Her pain, the fear in her eyes—it feels like the world is collapsing around us. Tears stream uncontrollably down my face as I try to stay strong for her, but I'm failing miserably.

The boys hover helplessly. Harry finally kneels on the other side of Grace, reaching out to gently rub her arm. "You're going to be okay, Grace. You're strong. The ambulance is on its way." But his voice wavers just like mine, and the look he shoots me sends a cold shiver down my spine.

Liam glances anxiously toward the elevator, as if willing the paramedics to hurry. "Why is it taking so long?" he snaps, frustration masking his fear.

Niall comes sprinting back, out of breath. "Paul's getting them... bringing them here... they'll be here any second." His words spill out in a rush, and he looks like he's about to collapse.

Grace whimpers again, her whole body writhing in agony, and a fresh scream tears through the hallway. "Louis... I can't... I can't take it..."

"Yes, you can," I whisper, almost pleading. "Just a little longer, darling. Hold on. I'm right here."

Zayn places a steadying hand on my shoulder, firm yet comforting, though he looks like he's barely holding it together himself. "The paramedics will be here soon, Louis. You need to stay strong, okay?"

A sound draws our attention to the elevator. The doors slide open, and Paul bursts out, two paramedics in tow. He's speaking urgently to them, pointing in our direction, and they rush over with quick, practiced movements.