Louis' POV:
I'm still at the hospital. To be honest, I feel like Issy's the only one I've got left. Eleanor and I just broke up and I don't even know if Harry and I are still friends. I was sat outside the room in which Issy was in. The nurse went into the room for about five minutes and then came out.
"Where's Harry?" the nurse asked me.
"He's gone home, why?" I asked,confused.
"Well.. just go in" she said,pointing to the door of the room that Issy was in. Why was she letting me go in? We haven't been allowed in the room before. I got out of my seat and made my way towards the door. I walked in and saw Issy but she wasn't lying down in her coma, she was sat up like normal. She lifted her head up and saw me. She smiled, I smiled back.
"Issy" I said.
"Louis" she said "Where's Harry?"
"Ermm.. he kind of went home" I replied.
"Why?" she replied.
"Well,I may have told him about what happened between me and you" I told her. Her jaw dropped.
"And? What happened?" she asked.
"He just walked out but Eleanor heard and we broke up" I told her.
"Do you think Harry will break up with me?" she asked sounding very upset.
"I don't think so. I told him it was all my fault" I told her. A smile grew back on her face.
"I'll go phone him. Tell him you're awake. Oh,and by the way,look on your twitter" I said then walked out the door.
Isabelle's POV:
Look on my twitter? Erm,okay. I got my phone from on the side next to the hospital bed. I looked at the date. Wow,I had been in this coma quite a long time and I have barely even held the baby. I looked on my twitter. Louis obviously meant for me to look on my mentions,so I did. Thousands of people tweeting me,hoping I wake up but obviously there were the celebrities that tweeted me that come up at the top since loads of people had retweeted them. I couldn't believe how many One Direction fans had tweeted me. I've never really recieved very much hate but I didn't think that people actually liked the fact that I was dating Harry but from reading some of these tweets I can tell I was wrong. Obviously I do recieve hate but I've learnt to live with that because no matter who you are or what you do not everyone is going to like you.
Harry's POV:
My phone started ringing. Urgh,it was Louis. Should I answer? What does he want? Curiosity got the better of me so I answered.
"And what do you want?" I said to him down the phone.
"Quick, come to the hospital" Louis told me.
"Why?" I said.
"It's Issy, she's woke up" he said.
