~Louis's P.O.V~
A look of pure horror is plastered on Niall's face. "Niall, what is it?"
"T-Turn.. Around..."
I spin my body around. My eyes darken as I sternly walk over to Harry. I tap him on the shoulder.
I look him straight in his green eyes and say, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard my victim was here."
"Your VICTIM?"
"You heard me correctly."
Something inside of me snaps, and I shove him against the hospital wall by his shoulders.
"SHE IS NOT YOUR VICTIM."
"Prove it. She's bowed down to me ever since we were twelve."
"SHE'S NEVER BOWED DOWN TO YOU."
"Riiiight. Keep telling yourself that, faggot."
Did he seriously just call me a faggot? As if my temper isn't fired up enough, I swing my fist across his face. When he nearly falls to the ground, I drag him back up by the front of his shirt. "I don't ever want to see your face again. Not near her, Not near the boys, and Not near me. I swear, if I can beat your ass to the cement one time, you can be sure as hell I'll do it again."
He picks himself up and storms out of the hospital doors. I look down at my shirt and fix it up a bit.
"Oh my god, man! You're going to traumatize that kid!" Niall whisper shouts, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me down the hallway.
"He deserves it. So have you heard anything about Natalie?"
"Nope. Let's go see the boys and find out if they know anything."
The walk down the hallway is an eternity.
I ask a nurse which room Natalie is in. "364." She answers. "Thanks."
"362... 363.. Ah, here it is. 364." Niall says, and opens the door to Natalie's room.
"So, have you heard anything?" I ask Zayn. His head is buried in his hands as he watches Natalie sleep peacefully.
"Read this." He says, shoving a paper into my chest.
My eyes trail down the horrendous blog.
Now I'm sure.
I will beat this kid's ass to the ground.
