To hold on, or let go? (A Niall Horan Fanfiction) *FINISHED*

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Louis' p.o.v.

"Come in."

I slowly opened the door to see Amelie, but an almost... Ghost version.

The Amelie I knew and loved is gone.

Her eyes use to be bright and sparkling, but now full of sadness. Her former vibrant, curly, ginger hair now replaced with brittle, dull hair. She was very pale and skinny, and cuts and scratches covered her arm.

When I thought she was getting better, she was really getting worse.

"L...Louis?" She whispered. I nodded, still getting over her appearance.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you." I paused. "Weren't you supposed to be out of here like a month ago?"

She sighed. "They are making me stay longer."

Liam walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. "Amelie?" He asked. I nodded, sitting by her.

"Liam, why don't you talk to the doctors while I talk to Amelie?"

Liam nodded and left.

I took her arm and she looked away. The deep cuts from two months back are now scars, but surrounded by new ones. Tears prickled my eyes.

"Why? Why, Amelie?"

She was crying now too. "I have to. I deserve it."

"When was the last time you've eaten?"

"3 days ago."

"You need to eat. Stop cutting. You are worth it. I really regret not visiting, and Liam does too. We love you. Your like a sister to us."

She looked at me, pain in her eyes.

"I'm clearly not worth it. Niall cheated on me, and he doesn't care. No one has spoken to me, except Simon, once or twice. All I have is pain and doctors. You don't understand."

Right then Liam walked in. "Louis, can I speak to you outside?" I nodded, letting go of Amelie's hand and walking to the hall.

"So?" I asked.

He sniffed. Tears formed in his eyes as he said, "they said that she barely eats and throws up everything She eats. She practically lives on IV. She has made 3 more suicide attempts, not counting the one Niall saved her from."

I swore under my breath.

"Niall made this worse, the bitch." I muttered.

"What do we do?"

"Bring Niall back."

......

"Niall, you're a jerk, you know that?! Have you SEEN HER? She's like a skeleton of the girl we loved! SHES DYING, NIALL! She's anorexic, bulimic, depressed, and she has

made-"

I paused and held back tears. "3 suicide attempts in the past two months, 4 total. YOU PRACTICALLY CAUSED THIS!" I screamed at Niall, after refusing to go with me to the hospital.

"YOU AND HARRY BROUGHT ME TO THAT CLUB!" He screamed.

"WE DIDNT MAKE YOU DRINK! YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DRINK AFTER THE DRINKS WE OFFERED! YOU DIDNT HAVE TO LEAVE AMELIE! YOU COULD HAVE FIXED IT!" I screamed at him. He cowered, realizing I won.

He knows he could have fixed it.

Casandra, that slut Niall's dating, knocked on the door, and I groaned. Niall walked to the door.