It was about half an hour later when I noticed a doctor walk out of the same hall Louis was wheeled down. He looked around holding a clip board in his arms.
“Tomlinson?” he asked. I was the first to my feet heading towards him as the guys followed behind me.
“Yes, is he okay? Is he in any pain? Can we see him,” I asked quickly and the doctor raised his hands motioning me to calm down. I nodded taking a deep breath.
“Mr Tomlinson is going to be just fine,” he started and we all instantly cheered in happiness. “But,” he continued and we all calmed down quickly looking back at him. “He did lose a little bit of blood so we are going need to keep him over night and most of tomorrow to make sure he’s okay. We were able to stitch him up just fine but there was a bit of muscle damage so he’ll have to take it easy,” the doctor explained.
“Can we see him?” Harry asked and I looked up at the doctor with hopeful eyes wondering the same thing. The doctor nodded with a small smile.
“Of course he’s on some pain meds so he might be sleeping but you may see him,” he said and with that led us down to Louis’ room.
I couldn’t wait to see Louis. I missed him and I needed to confirm for myself that he was okay. We were led into a quiet room with a single bed in it where Louis lay.
We thanked the doctor and quietly walked in. I went straight to his bed side. Louis had been changed into the usual white hospital gown and looked comfortable sleeping with a thin sheet pulled over him. The blood from his face was completely washed away and small bandaged placed over the deeper cuts.
“I knew he’d be fine. Lads tough,” Zayn said quietly making sure not to wake him.
“Yea he’s gonna have a pretty awesome scar once it heals,” Liam commented. I smiled up at the guys then reached for Louis hand. The warmth in his skin was still there and I couldn’t help but smile more, he was really going to be okay.
I stroked the top of his hand with my thumb and soon he turned his head towards me with a sigh and fluttered his eyes opened. I smiled down at him and once his eyes were fully opened he smiled back .
“Hey love,” he said in a low raspy tone.
“Hey handsome,” I said smiling more. He sighed again turning his head towards the others and smiled at them.
“Hey,” he said waving his hand up lazily.
“Hey mate how you feeling?” Harry asked sitting on the side of his bed.
“Seen better days,” he said wincing slightly as he sat up a bit.
“You’ll be back on your feet in no time,” Zayn offered sympathetically. Louis nodded with a sigh blinking his tired looking eyes a few times.
“When can I get out of here?” he asked.
“Doctor wants you to stay overnight but you should be allowed to leave later tomorrow,” I told him. He nodded slowly and shut his eyes.
“We should go, rest up mate,” Harry said rubbing Louis’ shoulder. Louis nodded with a yawn. Harry stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow and I’ll bring you home,” he told him. Harry looked at me. “You coming?” he asked. I shook my head looking back at him.
“I think I’m gonna spend the night,” I told him.
“Babe you don’t have to, go home I’ll be fine,” Louis said opening his eyes looking at me. I shook my head looking down at him.
“I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you’re here all alone,” I said. He gave me a small smile.
“You sure?” Harry asked me. I nodded smiling up at him.
“See you tomorrow,” I said and with that they all left. I looked down at Louis and smiled seeing him drift off to sleep again. “Move over,” I whispered to him as I took off my sweater. Louis scooted over slightly just enough for me to climb in next to him. I made sure to lay on the opposite side of his wound and rest my head on his chest. Louis draped his arm over me turning his head and pressed his lips to my forehead.
“You really scared me,” I whispered nuzzling my head in his chest. He squeezed my shoulder a bit.
“I’m sorry babe,” he said softly.
“Is it finally over with them?” I asked looking up at him. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me.
“If those gun shots I heard were real then I would say so. Danny talks tough with his little knife but he won’t mess with someone who has a gun,” he explained.
“Did you know Harry had a gun?” I asked curiously. He nodded slowly with a sigh.
“Yea when I told the guys I wanted it to be one on one Harry told me he’d bring it in case Danny tried something funny,” he explained. I nodded slowly putting my head back down on his chest. Louis let out a small chuckle. “I can’t believe you jumped Danny,” he said. I laughed a bit.
“You better be proud of me,” I teased. Louis raised his hand and placed his finger under my chin. He tilted my head up and placed his lips gently against mine in a sweet passionate kiss.
“So proud babe you’re so bad ass,” he teased pecking me on the nose. I laughed a bit and leant up on my elbow looking down at him.
“I am sorry though. If I hadn’t interfered Danny wouldn’t have pulled his knife on you,” I said with a small frown. Louis shook his head with a smile.
“If you hadn’t stepped in I would have passed out and he would have won,” he told me taking my hand in his and kissing my fingers. “So thank you,” he said. I smiled slightly and leaned down kissing him again.
I pulled away and kissed the top of his head.
“Sleep now, you must be exhausted,” I stated. Louis gave me a small smirk and placed his hand on my neck pulled me back down to his lips.
“Actually,” he started moving to my neck kissing it gently. “I’m not that tired" he said kissing my neck up and down "And you know, I’ve never had sex in a hospital,” he said in a playful tone. I rolled my eyes smirking back and pushed away from him.
“Not a chance,” I teased pecking his nose the rest my head back down on his chest. Louis let out a small whining groan but soon settled down and passed out in minutes. I smiled to myself shutting my eyes and falling asleep peacefully myself.
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Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)
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