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Chapter 10

Chapter 10


Louis' POV


I rubbed the area where Renee slapped me. It throbbed, but I deserved it. After all, I pretty much ruined her life.

Paul was berating himself for not stopping her when he had the chance, but I didn't blame him. Renee just needed to get that out of her system, and I think things would've gotten ugly if she didn't get her way.

"I'm sorry about that," Dr. Karl said, eyes flicking between the door and me nervously. Renee had run out of the room after she slapped me. I think we were both wondering where she had gone.

"That's okay," I said. "It was my fault, anyway."

"No, it wasn't," Paul argued. "It was just an accident. She had no right to hit you like that."

"She had every right!" I shot back. "I made her color-blind! I deserved it! I ruined her life!"

Dr. Karl was watching our exchange with wide eyes, but when there was a pause, he cut in. He cleared his throat. "As I was going to say before she ran off," he said. "I'm sure that we can find some kind of cure for her eyes. It's not impossible, but it may take a while."

I nodded. "Okay," I said. "I'll make sure to tell her that."

Paul gave me a weirded out look. "How?" he demanded. "And why would you want to tell her? You're probably the last person she'll ever want to see!"

"That's true...." I murmured. "But I owe it to her. And I kind of still have to apologize. I'm not leaving until I apologize."

Good luck with that, some part of me taunted. She doesn't want to see your face without smashing it in. Why do you think she'll listen to you?

Maybe she will, maybe she won't. Either way, I owe her a heartfelt apology.

"Thanks for your help, Dr. Karl," Paul said as he stood up. "We'll sign the girl out."

Dr. Karl nodded in reply, and we left the hospital after signing out Renee.

"Do you think we owe it to Teen Tiger to tell them that Renee is out of the hospital?" I asked Paul as he drove us out.

He shook his head. "I don't think so," he replied. "I would, but Renee ran out of there like a crazy person. I'm sure she went to tell them herself." I bristled slightly when Paul called her a crazy person. She wasn't crazy.

Why was I so defensive of her? Was it just because the guilt was weighing me down? Probably. I hated thinking about what I did to Renee, but it's all that I could think about!

"Where are the boys?" I asked.

"Probably back at their flat," Paul replied. "That's where we're going. And no arguing." I wasn't planning to, I thought, but didn't say anything.

We arrived in about twenty minutes, and I followed Paul up the stairs to our flat. He unlocked the door and let us in.

I was met with the pleasant smell of pizza, and Niall, who was in the living room eating it and watching TV, was the first to notice that we were here.

"Louis! Paul!" he cried and raced over to us. He gave me a great big hug. I grinned. "Hey, Nialler," I said.

"Hi," he replied, grinning back. I pinched my nose. "Back off a step, mate," I said. "Your breath smells like pepperoni." He rolled his eyes, but did so anyway.

The other boys came in, and they each gave me a hug, too. "Are you okay, Louis?" Harry asked me nervously.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, frowning slightly. "Why?"

He raised his eyebrows in a knowing look. I knew what he was asking. "I'll tell you later," I muttered in his ear. He nodded.

"How was the photo shoot?" I asked.

"We didn't do it, remember?" Liam told me. "We couldn't do it without you."

"Oh, right," I said, a little bit in realization. Harry rolled his eyes and smirked at me. "Did you forget that you were in the band, Louis?" he teased me.

"No, of course not," I retorted. "Does this mean we'll have to do the photo shoot tomorrow?"

Paul nodded. "But Renee won't be your photographer," he said.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Duh," he muttered under his breath. "But what happened to her, anyway?"

"And what's with that red mark on your cheek, Louis?" Niall asked nonchalantly. He touched it. I flinched away. "Did someone hit you?" he gasped.

The boys swarmed over me, each trying to get a good look at it. Before I could tell them I was perfectly fine and had just accidentally ran into a door, Paul spoke up. "Renee slapped him after she found out the truth," he said disapprovingly.

"That girl slapped you?" Liam exclaimed.

"What truth?" Zayn asked.

"The truth that she's color-blind," I muttered.

"She's what?!" all four boys shouted at the same time.

"She's color-blind," I repeated louder. "So now she hates me."

"Whoa, whoa, wait," Niall said, holding up his hands. "Back the truck up. So, she's color-blind. And she hates you. But why does she hate you?"

"Because I'm the one who did it, okay?" I cried, a little louder than I needed to be. "What's with all these questions?"

My friends looked at me sadly. "We only wanted to know what happened," Liam said defensively.

"Well, now you know," I said, turning away from them. The guilt was starting to get to me again. "I'm going to my room."

I angrily sat on the bed me and Harry shared. I wanted to pound something, but I was the only one I was angry with. It wasn't the boys' fault; I shouldn't have shouted at them like that. But I just didn't want to be reminded of what I'd done 24/7.

There was a knock on my door. I sighed. "Who is it?" I muttered, rolling my eyes up to the ceiling.

"It's Harry. You told me you would explain everything."

"Not technically," I pointed out. "And besides, now you know everything. What else is there to tell?"

Harry opened the door and came inside. He sat down next to me. "I know there's more to it," he said.

"How do you know?" I demanded.

He smirked slightly. "Cause there's always more," he said. "Now spill."

I knew Harry would just pester me until I finally gave in, so I just told him what happened. From when we arrived at the hospital to us leaving the hospital. By the time I was done, I was laying down and staring at the ceiling.

Harry didn't say anything for a while. "Yeah, I can see why she would hate you," he finally deduced.

I scowled. "Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically.

Harry smiled. "But that doesn't mean you still have a chance," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "A chance at what?" I asked suspiciously.

"To apologize. To make-up. To start over. Any of those work for you?"

"Yeah, but I don't know where she lives. And I doubt she'd listen to me."

"Mate, you're Louis Tomlinson from One Direction," Harry said, grinning down at me. "You can find out anything with a snap of your fingers. And just keep on trying until she does listen to you."

Sounds easy enough, just with a few issues here and there. I sighed. "That could take a while," I said.

"Sure, it could," Harry acknowledged. "But you told me there might be a cure? Renee would definitely want to listen to you then."

I frowned in confusion, but Harry was apparently done with his therapy, because he patted my knee and left the room.

I was still not sure if Renee would want to see me without wanting to kill me. But if there was a cure, maybe we could start over? We got off on the wrong foot, but if we pushed this aside, everything would be fine.

I just had to apologize first.


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Author's Note:


Weyhey, readers!

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-Sammi <3