You were bored one night in the summer holidays, so you decided to go round to Louis' house. You were really close friends, so he wouldn't mind one bit if you went round to his house. You walked along the cold concrete in your golden sandals and headed for his apartment.
You knocked on the door but there was no answer, so you knelt down to the letterbox and opened it. There was no one there, just an empty living room.
"Louis!" you shouted through the letterbox.
"Louis! Open the door!" you shouted for a while but there was still no answer.
You stood back up and fished around in your bag for your keys. You found them and then tried to find Louis' key.
You eventually found it and then jammed it into the key hole. You opened his door and walked into his apartment. You shut the door behind you and flung your keys onto the dining table. You were still shouting his name but there was still no answer.
You walked up to his bedroom door and knocked on it. You grabbed the handle and pushed it open, but as you scanned the room you soon realised that he wasn't in there either.
Maybe he had gone out somewhere? You walked back into the living room and noticed the bathroom door on the other side of the room. You walked over to it and knocked on it. You then realised that the door was locked, so someone had to be in there.
"Louis? Louis are you in there?" you shouted through the door, banging the door handle.
"Louis?" you whacked the lock and it suddenly came undone. "Oh
my god, Lou I'm sorry," you said shutting the door, but there was no response.
"Lou?" you said. You were getting really worried. You slowly opened the door and saw Louis lying in the bath.
But he wasn't lying there faced up, he was lying faced down with his head under the water. His body was just lying there, bobbing above the water.
Your mouth dropped and you rushed over to the bath. You dropped everything and shoved your hands into the water and pulled Louis up. You jumped over the side so that you was standing in the bath and the water was covering your legs.
You knelt down and pulled Louis up and out of the bath. You layed him on the cold bathroom tiles and grabbed your bag that was sitting at the end of the bath.
You reached inside for your mobile phone and unlocked it. You quickly prodded the keys and dialled 999 and then placed the phone to your ear. Louis' head was laying on your lap, his body was lifeless. Suddenly there was an answer at the end of the phone.
"Hello this is 999, what is your emergency?" said a woman in a very monotone voice.
"I need an ambulance quick, my friend's collapsed. Well, he hasn't collapsed, I just walked in and found his in his bath and he's out cold and he's not coming round. I'm really scared," you told the woman as the tears started pouring down your face.
"It's alright miss, we just need to know your address and we'll send an ambulance right away," the woman said, she seemed really calm compared to how you was feeling.
You told the woman Louis' address and then you heard her typing into a keyboard.
"Okay, so I'll stay on the phone with you until the ambulance comes to make sure you're alright. How long has your friend been unconscious?" she said.
"I don't know he could've been out for hours, he could be dead. Oh my god, he could be dead," you screamed. You dropped the phone and placed you hand over his heart, but there was nothing. You put two of your fingers next to his neck.
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One Direction Imagines
Fanfiction// written sometime in 2012-2013// super cringe // republished cause why not// Reality is for the ones who lack imagination. Take a look at my heart warming, overwhelming imagines of the phenomenon of a band One Direction. We all have these crazy fa...