The Spy - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hi there everyone! Seen the This Is Us premiere? Yeah, me too! AWESOME, RIGHT?! AND PERRIE HAD A RING OMG OMG OMG ZERRIE IS ENGAGED!! SOOOOOO HAPPY FOR THEM!!

Moving on, I'm really really really really sorry I haven't been posting. I'm a bit addicted to a few series so I was watching them (still am, actually) :) But here is...

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE!

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Chapter Twenty-Three

"I think he's waking up!"

"Call a nurse!"

I slowly open my eyes, letting them get used to the bright light and look around. I'm in a hospital room, the lads surrounding me and I sigh, rubbing my eyes, "What the hell happened?"

"You tell us. We found you on the bathroom floor last night."

"I -"

"We were dead worried! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I just -"

"How could you hurt yourself?!"

"I -"

"You could've killed yourself! How could you?"

"I -"

"I get you're sad, but you can't do this to yourself!"

"I -"

"Tomlinson, you didn't have to do that. You could've talked to someone, but -"

"SHUT UP!" I suddenly shout, fed up with literally everyone interrupting me. "I don't know, okay. I just don't know.

There is a long silence before the door opens and a doctor steps in, looking at his clipboard, "Hello, mister Tomlinson."

"Hello." I quietly say, still a bit angry.

"Is there something wrong?" Zara asks.

"No, he only lost much blood. No arteries are badly damaged, the cuts aren't that deep, so no bones are damaged, but I just have to take a few tests to make sure he's doing well." The others watch silently as the doctor does his job.

"Well," He says, looking up from his clipboard, "It seems like you're doing well and I think you can go home in a few days."

"Thank you, sir." I say politely and give him a small smile. He nods and leaves the room.

"You're lucky that you're doing well, Tomlinson. You could've fallen into a coma or even died."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"But Louis, you cut yourself and you almost died. We found you on the bathroom floor, unconscious and barely breathing in a pool of blood after Zara had to kick the fucking door open. We thought you were dead." Harry says, worry filling his eyes, "I shouldn't have left you alone." He whispers.

"I don't - I was looking for a distraction and it was just there." I say.

"Just take a look at your arm." Zara says and I lift my arm to get a good look at it. My eyes widen as I see the cuts. "You did that to yourself, Louis. There's no way there aren't going to be any scars."

I sigh, "I know."

"Management is dead worried and they're extremely angry. The paps are probably gonna make a story out of it and they're anxious about what the fans are gonna say." Liam informs, looking up from his phone.

"Well, tell them that I don't give a fuck." I reply. It really annoys me that management always thinks about our image and how much money they're gonna make.