"Wait, what are you doing to Louis?!" I scream, trying to run after him. A web of arm blocks my way and catches onto me, hands wrapping around my shoulders and dragging me backwards.
"They just wanna help him." somebody says, "All they wanna do is help."
But it doesn't look like helping. Doctors are swarming around his body on the operating table. He looks small and frail, skin looking deathly pale under the harsh lights. A nurse rips the front of his hospital gown down, revealing a skinny chest with a scar slashed on the side.
"No, wait!" I exclaim, trying to push away the several people holding me back. Panic is coursing through every fiber of my being. It makes me want to run to him, and shake him hard, hard enough until he wakes up and holds my hand and tells me just how much he loves me again. Because his heart stopped.
Louis, with his heart of gold. It stopped. He died, for a moment at least, he died. I press my own palm against my chest, feeling the soft thump of my own heart beneath my hand. I was alive and he was dead and that is never suppossed to happen.
Zayn appears next to me, brown eyes brooding with a dark mixture of fury and upset. "Calm down Katie, you need to calm down."
Ignoring him, I press my own hand against his heart.
"You're okay." I whisper, feeling the warmth of his body from beneath a tshirt. Zayn puts his large hand over mine, I can feel the calluses in his fingers.
"Clear!" a doctor shouts, drawing my attention back to the medical room. He's holding thick white paddles over Louis. They're bringing them down and- oh no oh no oh my dear god.
"LOUIS!" I shriek, right as the paddles connect with his chest. With a static burst of electricity, his limp body jolts, back arching as he rises a little off the medical table.
A nurse checks a screen nearby, "No response. Let's try this again. Clear!"
By then I've lost all control. Tears have clouded my vision and I'm choking on air, trying to get enough to breathe but crying to hard to be able to do much.
I see Louis's small frame jerking around, his small limbs falling to his side. He's helpless and they're going to hurt him.
A surge of adrenaline pumps through the veins, as I wiggle my way of my restraints and run right for him. "Stop it!" I screech, watching his body arch under the paddles again.
Everything hurts, my inside and my out. Panic, pure panic is filling my lungs and slowly drowning me and my lifeline is Louis but he's trapped inside himself.
Somebody tackles me, and all I'm aware of is that I'm yelling even though my throat is sore. It's his name coming from my mouth, over and over again until something pricks my arm and darkness and calming floods my senses.
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"I'm taking her home right now."
Somebody's talking. And it's rather bothersome when I'm trying to sleep.
"Nows not the best moment." Zayn says, voice edged with warning.
I rub at my eyes furiously, blinking back the cloud that settled over my brain. As the room comes into focus, I realize I'm lying on a hospital bed. Zayn and Harry sit perched on the end, facing a lady standing in the door.
It's my mom.
From the moment I came here, she visited once. She came once and yelled at me for hanging out with these boys, for getting into so much trouble, and then putting on a brief apology to say sorry for Louis. That was all. I'd been here a week and she hadn't bothered. In fact she never bothered to check on me, or to care. So why was she here now?
"Mom?" I ask carefully, sliding out of bed.
She looks at me in exasperation, graying hair tied back in a ponytail. Her face lacks any warmth or emotion of any kind.
"Katie." she sighs, snapping her phone shut "I'm glad you're awake."
"Yeah, I bet you're really glad." Zayn mumbles, crossing his arms angrily and glaring at her.
She ignores him, "You're coming home now. I've signed you out of the hospital. You've spent enough time moping around your friend Louis."
The name hits me like a punch in the gut, "Louis? Is he alright? Is he alright?" I'm on the verge of full scale panic when Zayns hand closes around mine, rubbing a thumb across my knuckles.
"He's fine." Zayn whispers, "Well not really fine. Still in a coma, but they got his heartbeat stable again. They had to sedate you though cuz you were, um, kinda freaking out."
I sigh heavily, "Good. Oh my god I need to see him."
"No." my mom states bluntly, "You've skipped a week of school. Imagine your grades! You're coming home right now."
"But I just wanna see him!" I protest, tightening my grip on Zayn.
She shakes her head, "Don't you realize these boys are bad news? Look what's happened since they met you! I bet this would've never happened if you had gotten new friends. These boys are trouble."
"Um, hello? I'm still in the room." Zayn points out idly.
I grit my teeth together, "Louis saved my life!"
"And that's nice of him," my mom says carefully, "But I let you have this little depression time where you sit around here waiting for him to wake up. Well news flash. Life moves on, you can't stay stuck on this. You gotta get back to normal. I don't want you hanging around with these guys, I forbid it."
I gape at her, surprised by what's she's saying. "You forbid it?" I spat, feeling my blood boil "Well I don't have to listen to you."
"My house, my rules."
"Well what if I run away? Whatcha gonna do then mum?"
She closes her eyes briefly, letting out a low whistle "You sure are feisty. Who would take care of you if you ran away?"
"I would." Harry mutters, breaking his stony silence "Probably better then you."
My mom lets out a mocking laugh, "You're 17, she's 16. It's not even legal."
"Well I'm 18." Zayn exclaims, standing up and moving himself between me and my mom, "I could technically watch her. I'm the age. She'd stay with me."
I watch Zayn straighten up, back muscles prominent. Staying with Zayn. A terrifying thought, and if I had any choice I'd yell at them all to leave me alone and let me decide. It's like my own life is being chosen for me, and I'm too weak to stop it.
"She could come with me." Zayn repeats firmly.
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Twisted Friendship
Fanfic"Growing up, I was always told to surround myself with good people, yet here I am with you." ------------ (warning this was my first ever fanfic and it is very predictable and cliche and bad and doesn't display my current writing ability. Liter...
