One Direction Preferences and Imagines

Louis Imagine

Louis:

(His P.O.V)

I can't believe she did this to herself. But mostly, I blame myself, god, she always put a smile on her face. She seemed so happy, until I found her that one day, lying in the bathroom. It scared me to death, how she hated herself. Just before I found her, I read her diary. I was just about to talk to her about it. I thought I could read her like a book, clearly not though. She was even beautiful now, though she was hooked up to a life support machine. The tube rested under her nose, her face paler than ever, even when she was ill. The flowers I bought her were the only thing in the room that wasn't blue or white. I do hate the smell of hospitals, and if she could smell, she sure would hate it.

Her eyelids flickered, and I hoped that she would wake up soon. 4 days, she had been in here, and I hadn't been home since. I hadn't washed, and I simply slept in the cold plastic chair. When she moved in her vegitave state, I got hope, though it was doubtful, so, I stroked her hair. She loved that, when we were laying on the couch watching X Factor, and she would lay the length of the sofa. She would stare into my eyes, as I stroked her hair, and the smile she gave was precious, she would giggle a bit, before letting her eyelids droop. She was now, and always had, been stunning.

I sang to her aswell, when she was looking sad. She couldn't fake a smile anymore. The signs had been getting better, that she would wake up soon, so I plaitted her hair and put her in her favourite PJ's, so that she was confortable. There was always a cup of tea by her bed, incase she woke up, though I never let it get cold, she hated - no, I musn't say hated - hates, cold tea. If there was too much or too little sugar, or milk, she would refuse to drink it. She was showing signs of improvement, and she should wake up soon. She had fresh roses, her favourite, in a pink vase next to her bed.

I was asleep once, for the first time in a while, and I felt someone squeeze my hand. I immediatley opened my eyes. God, it was her. I felt myself burst into tears. She was here, and she was good. "Louis," she whispered, and I hugged her, keeping away from her wires. "I was terrified, love, don't," I couldn't continue, and she was crying now too, I wiped her tears, and composed myself. "Don't ever harm youself again, please, don't fake a smile infront of me, I, I need you to talk to me," I sobbed. It was unbelievable, how much I loved this girl.

N'aww :'( This imagine is not mine I found it on tumblr :) x