Isn't She Lovely ~ (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 15

Liam's P.O.V.

Waiting, waiting, and more waiting is all that we have been doing. It feels like we have been here for an eternity, But we've only been here for two hours. Journea and Emma got here about half an hour ago.

I feel so helpless as I watch Journea sit and cry. Emma has been trying to get her to speak or eat, but Journea just sits there like she's a statue.

"Is there anyone responsible for Louis Tomlinson?" Spoke a petite nurse. She was pretty with her brown hair in a bun, he pretty blue eyes, and her perfect white teeth and red lips. But I didn't care for her right now.

The lads, Journea, Emma and I all stood up and walked over to her waiting the news of what happened to him. "Please follow me." She said nicely. We walked farther down the hall to an isolated room. I guess management didn't want the fans trying to find his room. "There is good and bad news. The good news is that he is alive and the pills didn't have any major effect." Everyone sighed in relief.

"What's the bad news then?" Zayn asked. "The bad news is that we had to put him to sleep, kind of like a coma, but not exactly. You see, his liver failed but we ran some tests, and it will heal on its own, after the slight effects of the pills wears off." She spoke quickly, almost too fast to understand. Journea fell to the floor.

First Emma, and then Louis. Things are not looking so good for everyone. I asked the nurse if we could go see him and she nodded before leaving us to go inside. I opened the door and we all filed in. Journea looked over at Louis's limp, calm body and fresh tears fell quickly. She ran out of the room and Harry and Emma followed her.

Journea's P.O.V

I saw him, and ran out of the room. I ran out of the hospital and to the parking lot. I could hear Harry and Emma yelling behind me. "Journea stop!" Emma yelled. I kept running, unable and unwilling to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.

"Journea come back!" I ran to the car, then stopped, remembering that Emma had the keys. "Fuck." I banged on the car door and kicked the tire before sliding to the ground. They caught up to me. "Forget whatever you came out here for. You can carry me back in there Harry but I will punch and scream and kick you. I refuse to stay in that room. I love him but I can't see him like this. It breaks my heart." I cross my arms.

"At least come back in the hospital. You can't sit out in the cold all night." Emma tried to reason with me. I take Harry's hands and pull myself to my feet. "I'll stay in the waiting room." They nod and Harry put his arm on my waist and we walk back inside.

Louis's P.O.V.

I am so confused on where I am. The last thing I can remember is Liam and Harry finding me in the bathtub. But now I am in a white bright room. "I must be dead." I mumble to myself. "You are not dead my child." A voice boomed around the room. I turned around and saw someone I never thought I would ever see in my life...Emma's sister. Well, at least I think it's her. She looks just like Emma.

I was so stunned to see her. "Where am I?" I questioned. "Let's say that you are just visiting for now. Emma has been here too, and has seen me. But I'm not here to talk about her. I'm here to tell you that it's important that you wake up because you are so important to your family and your friends." Elyssa spoke fluently. "What about Journea, her family doesn't like me..." I look down. She speaks again. "You are her family now."

----a few days later----

Zayn's P.O.V

Louis was allowed to come home, and we brought him back. Journea hasn't seen him, Liam and I have been over at her flat with her to help her calm down. She's still angry with her dad, and in shock about the whole thing. Journea made Liam and I stay upstairs while she's downstairs talking to, or better yet, yelling at her dad. All Liam and I could hear was bits and peices.

Journea's P.O.V

"You are heartless. And ignorant if you think I'm going back home, or anywhere with you! Louis almost killed himself because of you! You ungodly ignorant burden!" I scream at my father, who sits expressionless on the couch, as if to say, 'I don't care'. "I didn't tell him to act stupid." He shrugs. "You might as well have!" I retort.

"All he's ever done is love me, but you don't see that. All you see is a little boy. You're the little boy. Acting ridiculous because I finally found the man of my dreams. This may shock you, but I really don't give a damn if you like him. He loves me and I love him. If you think you can change that you've got another thing coming. Get out." He tears up and walks out the door.