Our Summer of Direction

Eleanor's POV

Eleanor's POV 

"Where you getting jealous back there?"  Louis asks me with a sly grin on his face. I blush crimson and quickly remove my hand from his back pocket. 

"Why were you jealous of Gemma?" He asks after a couple moments. I don't say anything at first and he frowns in confusion. 

"C'mon, have you seen her?" I ask trying not to let my insecurities show. Louis narrows his eyes and I involuntarily take a step away from him. 

"Have you seen you?" He counters taking a step towards me. I laugh him off and turn to walk back to the group.

"I'm serious Eleanor. For god sake you're a model! What more confirmation do you need that you're absolutely beautiful?" He asks seeming completely confused. I shrug my shoulders at him and grab the candy bar he is holding out for me. He catches my wrist before I can walk back to the waiting room.

“Ellie. Come here.” He murmurs jerking me towards him. I fall into his chest and he kisses my hair.

“Do you like her?” I ask grouchily. He rubs his thumb across my pouty lip and grins.

“No, I do not like Gemma Styles. As beautiful as she is I seem to find this precious little model to be more of my type. Not only is she swoon worthy with her beautiful brown eyes BUT she’s funny to boot.” He announces with a cute smile on his face. I feel my face turn deep crimson and I let him crush me against him.

“Uhm, I’m sorry to interrupt but aren’t you one of the people here for a Mr. Harry Styles?” A rather plump and bright eyed woman asks. Louis becomes attentive immediately and releases me quickly.

“Yes. We are.” Louis exclaims, gripping my hand tightly. I squeeze his hand reassuringly and the nurse produces a clipboard out of nowhere.

“His brain isn’t responding to the medical coma, therefor the doctors are conferring on ways to reduce the brain swell.” She says gently. Louis chokes out a sob and I reach up and pull him into a hug. I sit him down and rub his back soothingly while he tries to pull himself together. I give the nurse a soft apologetic smile and she scurries away. Louis leans his head on my shoulder and I stroke his hair lovingly.

“Darling, let’s go tell everyone else.” I whisper standing up and pulling him with me. He nods sullenly and we start heading towards the main waiting room.  I’m worried about us wasting time so I start to drag Lou forward. He has an urgent look in his face and I know it matches mine. Everyone in the waiting room jump to their feet as we approach.

“Harry isn’t doing better.” I whisper. My heart breaks as everyone sits down and puts their head in their hands. The girls are comforting the boys more than the other way around and I see Gemma and her mother hugging and crying silently.