Saved

His Heart

"Who the fuck is this?"

What?

My eyes grew wide and checked the cell number again if what I see is really happening. It was really his.

Why is his phone number with this person? Who has it?

"Who are you? Why do you have Louis' cellphone number?" I texted the number, shifting through positions on my bed. I'm so confused, why is his phone number with another person?

I waited for the reply,

Beep beep

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I am louis." I stared at the text really confused of the unexplainable thing that's happening right now. Who could possibly be the one doing this? It's a sick joke, probably a prank from a bored teen prick.

"Whoever you are, please stop this pathetic thing you're doing! It's not funny. This number belongs to a dead person." I am so furious about the person replying, how could he even know his name?

Beep beep

"I'm sorry but ur being such a dick. If you do not fucking believe im louis, then dont. I dont care. Dont ever think to text me ever again. You dont know what I can do to you if you piss me off." I stared at the message again, my emotions stirring. I repeated reading it through my mind. What has gotten to this person's mind? What can he possibly do to me? Is he threatening me?

What if he's really Louis? Or maybe just the same name as his? What if he's a serial killer? A criminal? A psychopath?

———

BEFORE

The day of my surgery.

"Louis, promise don't leave me here. You know how much I hate injections." I said, sobbing while laying in the hospital bed, confined. The doctors said I needed a new heart. A healthy one. So I could live.

"Elora, I won't. We'll get through this. Together." He said, assuring me from my worries. His soft hand intertwined with mine.

Knock knock

"Sir Tomlinson, may I talk to you for a sec? In private if you don't mind." The doctor called for Louis and he nodded. What are they gonna talk about? Why can't it be just here?

"Baby, you need sleep. Your surgery is coming pretty fast. And soon, you'll be as healthy and as perfect you ought to be."

"Hm, okay." I pouted my lips and looked down at the injected tube on my hand.

He gently kissed my forehead and they both went out. I'm just seeing them from the glass window in the wooden door. They're talking about something really serious, I assume.

I just ignored my worries and thought of the upcoming surgery. Although, it's also something I should be worried about. I was just thinking, who would give me a heart? Anxiety took over me as I think about it, it's a risky transplant. Who will sacrifice for me?

After a few minutes, Louis came back to the room and sat down in the chair where he seated awhile ago, beside me. "Are you ready, love?" he asked.

"Never been ready. Still scared of injections, though."

"How will they inject anesthesia to you then?" he grinned. You won't know if his smile is a smile or more of a smirk. He's so cute and I don't wanna forget that beautiful smile of his.

"I won't take one." we both chuckled, though saying that made me even more nervous.

"Just remember that I love you and whatever happens you'll forever remain in my heart. El, you deserve to live and you deserve all the happiness in this world no matter how the world can be so cruel to you. You're the best thing that God has ever given to me, and I regret nothing." his tone serious and in the verge of tears.

"Louis, I won't die. I'll get through this nightmare and we'll both be happy. Very happy."

And as we finished speaking, his soft, delicate lips touched mine and it gave me a sense of relief knowing that I'm protected. That I'm safe as long as I'm in his arms.

x

As soon as I opened my eyes, half-conscious about what's really happening, I saw my mom seated beside me. My little brother's body rested on my dad's arms, on the couch sleeping. On the other, Louis' dad who held his wife's back whilst she's asleep.

"Honey, you're awake." My mom flashed a hoping smile, her delicate hands caressing my head back and forth. "You've been just asleep for like less than 24 hours."

"Mom," I replied weakly. "Mom, where's Louis?" I asked as my eyes scan through the room.

My mom stared at me as if the question was hard to answer.

"Sweetheart, you were just in a surgery. I think it's not the perfect time to ask questions. You need more rest." she said, lowering her eyes.

I breathed heavily, as if there was something she's not telling me.

"What? Why? Mom, where is Louis?" I said as I started to sob, begging for an answer. Why is she not telling me?

She lowered her head, repeating the gesture she did a few seconds ago. Tears started to fall down from her tired eyes.

No.

"No. No, no, no, NO! Mom," I say repeatedly, screaming while crying so hard, knowing what really happened. "why did you let this happen?!" tears running down from my face, my chest rising up and down, not taking what I just knew. Everyone else in the room woke up, clearly shocked of the argument happening. My body felt weaker, my hands numb and I can feel that my soul is being dragged down from what I just knew.

"I know, I know honey. It's hard, but he just won't..." my mom said, very unsure of what to say. "..he just loves you so much, El."

My tears won't stop falling and won't ever be. The thought that he has saved me. It hurts so so much. My heart is aching, this heart problem didn't improve as they wanted it to be. It just got worse. It hurts so much more than the problem itself. The person I loved the most, gave his heart, himself, for me to live. He's all gone, because of me.