Still The One

Eighteen

After about 10 minutes, a nurse called from the OT.

I stood up. I followed Liam and Elise into the OT. They all looked at me when we entered.

Liam moved from the way so that I could see Louis. He was in the bed. His eyes were shut. ‘He’s sleeping,’ Harry said. ‘And sorry that I shouted at you before.’ ‘No problem.’ I said with a slight smile.

I stared at Louis. His whole left leg was bandaged. His face looked extremely weak. He really needed a sleep. I looked over at Niall. He was in a corner in the dark. I couldn’t study his expression.

Then we all just sat over there, busy with our own thoughts.

 After a long time, maybe an hour or two, I heard Louis cough. I stood up and ran up to his bed. His eyes were still shut. ‘Louis?’ I called him. He blinked for a while. ‘Samantha.’ He managed to say in a weak voice. It seems that his foot wasn’t the only problem. He was mentally sick too.

‘Umm, can we have a private discussion for a few minutes?’ ‘Sure.’ Zayn said. His had his hands on Elise’s waist. They all got up and went away through the door.

‘Look.’ I said to him. ‘I love you both equally. I just can’t choose one of you. But Liam gave me a wise advice. So I have already chosen you before the accident happened.’ He smiled listening to this. It made me so happy seeing him smile. Though I knew that he was weak, I just couldn’t control my emotions and kissed him.

It was a great kiss.

But I didn’t realize that Niall was still there in the dark.

I told the boys that they can enter the room now. ‘So Samantha, wanna have some coffee?’ Zayn asked. I nodded.

‘So,’ Elise came up to Louis. ‘Feelin’ good?’ He nodded. I stood up and asked for the washroom to Liam. He showed me the directions. It was opposite the OT. As I opened the the door, I heard someone crying.

A boy crying.