Stay Strong

Chapter 3

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LOCATION;; cape canaveral hospital, florida, usa

TIME;; 13:00, saturday

When we arrived at the hospital I went straight to A&E to get my wound stitched up. 

"Will this bite mark fade away with time?" I asked as the doctor carefully stitched the wounds shut.

"Sadly no," The doctor informed with a sigh as he finished off the last stitch, "There you go, all done."

"Thank you, doctor," I said with an appreciative smile.

"No problem, the police will be coming in half and hour or so to ask some questions." The doctor said before leaving the room.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the headboard. This was my fault, I could have saved Mark! But I just wanted to finish that stupid race! 

"Hey," A gentle voice interrupted. I opened my eyes and noticed the Tommo look alike standing by the door, his body leaning against the frame, "Are you feeling any better?" 

"Yeah..." I trailed, sitting up again. 

He walked over and sat on the foot of the bed, "What your name?"

"Lara Forrest," I introduced, brushing a strand of loose blonde hair behind my ear.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson," He said with a raise of his brows, expecting me to know who he was.

"You are one of the lads from One Direction," I said with a half-smirk. What are the odds?

"Yeah, that's me." He said, scooting closer to me. He lifted his hand and gently ran two fingers over the bite mark. I flinched as he touched my bare skin, pushing his hand away and giving him a glare.

"Sorry," He said with an apologetic tone, placing his hand back on his lap.

We where interrupted by some screams coming from outside, but they weren't screams of pain... they seemed excited? I didn't know how to describe it. Louis had already gotten up and was walking over to the window to see what all the fuss was about.

"What is it?" I asked, walking over to join him by the window. 

Oh great...

*LOUIS P.O.V*

I walked over to the window to be greeted by maybe 50 fans outside the hospital. How did they know I was here?

"What is it?" Lara asked from the bed, but she came over to see for herself. 

"I'm really sorry, Lara." I said. This wasn't fair on her, she needed time to recover.

"It's fine..." Lara mumbled, walking back over to her bed and laying back down on it.

"Look, I'll just go and give you some time to rest," I said, walking from the window back over to her, "I'll come back later. Here is my number, call me if you need anything." I said whilst scribbling down my number on a piece of paper.

"Okay, thanks for everything... Boo Bear," Lara finished the sentence of with a playful smirk. 

"Oh ha- bloody- ha," I said with a roll of my eyes as I left the room, turning around to look at her one more time.

"Recover quick, babe." I said with a wink before walking away.