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Fight For You Chapter 29

Fight For You Chapter 29

Brooke's Pov:

My palms began to sweat and shake, they were becoming clammy and sticky. My heart thumped loudly against my chest in fear of what Harry will do or say. I was nervous and I'm sure you could tell. "Harry, there is something I need to tell you," I said. "I can tell you anything, right?" "I'm your brother of course you can," he said and sent me a smile. I nodded and let out a sigh. "I thought I should tell you since your my brother and you need to know," I said. He nodded for me to continue. "It's about Louis," I said. He seemed to be more curious at Louis' name.

"What about him? What did he tell you?" he asked. "He didn't tell me anything," I said. He sighed in relief and nodded for me to speak. I opened my mouth to talk but the words seemed to be stuck in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

This is hard, so I'm just going to tell him straight forward and wish for the best. "Look, I am in love-" I was cut off with a huge crash from inside that took both of us by surprise. We looked at each other then looked inside to see Louis was on the ground holding his hand in pain. I ran in with out hesitation and went straight to Louis. I dropped to my knees (I ignored the stinging sensation I felt when I landed hard) and looked at his hand. It was swollen and bruised badly.

"What happened?" I asked with worry in my voice. Harry ran in right behind me and stopped to look at me. "Louis and I were helping with the clean up and he wasn't looking where he was going and tripped over his feet and landed right on his hand," Zayn explained. I looked up at Zayn to see he held a solemn expression. I sighed and looked back at Louis to see he was looking up at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm fine. I'm only a little sore," he said. "We need to get you to the hospital," I said. "I'm fine Brooke. I'm not dying," he joked as he tried to lighten the mood. I lightly smiled at him before helping him up. It was a little hard because of his weight and he only had to use one hand but I managed to get him to his feet. Niall walked over to help me get Louis up which helped a lot. "Thank you," I said to Niall. He nodded and walked back next to Liam.

"Can we please get it checked out. For me?" I pleaded. He looked in my eyes and debated whether or not he should before nodding. "For you," he said. I smiled at him and nodded. "I'm going to take Louis to the hospital. We will meet everyone back at the house," I said. "Hurry back," mum said. "We will," Louis said. They all nodded, smiling.

Louis and I walked to the lift and I pushed the button. The doors opened and we walked in. I pushed the lobby button and the doors closed. As the lift moved, I couldn't help but take a look at Louis to see if he was okay but he was already looking at me. His eyes met mine and his cheeks turned bright red as he looked away. I put an arm on his shoulder which caused him to look at me again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. Worried and sincere filled my voice. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. The most is that it's probably sprained or fractured," he said and gave me an assuring smile. "What made you not pay attention to where you were going" I curiously asked. He froze in place and was speechless. "Well," he scratched the back of his neck. I waited for him to continue. "We were just talking and he was teasing me. Not in a mean way of course," he said. "Teasing you about what?" I asked. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "You," he whispered, thinking I didn't hear.

Before I could reply, I was cut off by the lift doors opening and a loud ding. We walked out of the lift and walked through the hotel lobby until we exit out of the hotel. He was avoiding the conversation as much as possibly as he tried walking ahead at a quick pace. I tried to hurry my best to keep up with him but with his longer legs it was hard.

"Where is the car?" I asked, trying to make a conversation. "Over here," he said. We walked towards our right and walked down the third aisle of cars. "I'll drive," he said. "What? No," I said as I looked at him as if he was crazy. I stopped walking which caused him to stop too. "Why not?" he asked and turned to face him. "You have a hurt hand," I pointed out. "So? I can drive with one hand," he shrugged. "You have a hurt hand!" "It's okay," he said as he laughed it off and we began walking again.