Who Are You?

Chapter 9

Carlie's P.O.V

We arrive to the hospital in a couple minutes which felt like hours. Poor Louis, his face is all bruised up... He can barley breathe. He looks kinda hot tho... Carlie you really need to stop...

I sit in the waiting room and play on my phone. I slowly stroke my cheek and wince at the pain.. Why would he do that? Especially to Louis.. His best friend. I take my hand off and just stare at the wall.

This one guy is in a wheel chair and crying.. And holding his knee. He seems pretty hurt... Just looking at all these sick hurt people makes me feel nauseous.

"Carlie? Carlie Mitchell?" A lady with short blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes calls out.

I turn around and then stand up. "Uh yeah that's me" I smile a little bit.

She smiles back, looking too joyful. "Louis.... Louis Tomlinson wants to see you. Is that your boyfriend?"

I blush and bite Lip "U-uh no just a I'm friend yeah..." Well this is awkward.

"Oh." She says and seems a little embarassed. "Well follow me then.." She motions me to follow her. I walk behind her and examine the building as I walk.

We take a couple rights, and some lefts here and there. She stops at a room number "213". She slowly opens the door for me and I walk in.

I nearly gasp when I see Louis, he looks... Dead. He has bruises all over his face, and he is sleeping peacefully.

"Ill leave you two alone, just call if you need anything" she points to the phone on night stand, walks out and shuts the door quietly.

I sit down in a chair near the bed and look at him. His poor face... Harry is such an asshole. It's ONLY me! Why would I try to steal Louis from him? He is a great guy and it's perfectly fine if I'm his friend... But if I'm nearly 10 feet of him Harry will snap at me.

Louis groans a little and slowly wakes up and stares at the ceiling. He sits up and turns his head to the side and nearly jumps when he sees me.

"Car?" He smiles. No one ever calls me Car... Ever.

"Yeah... It's me" I scoot my chair closer to the bed and smile a little.

"Are you okay?" He is more worried about a slap than his beat up body.

"Yeah I'm fine, I mean if hurts a little but-"

"Ill get you ice then!" He starts to get out of bed but I stand up and make him lay back down again.

"Louis... I'm fine. I don't need ice I'm more worried about you right now... Really it's fine." I take my hands away and smile a little. I sit back down.

"Oh. But you're okay right??" He looks at me worried

I nearly laugh a bit, "Yes Louis. I'm fine."

Harry's P.O.V

Now how the fuck am I going to tell Zayn how I slapped her?

"It was just on instinct." Good one Harry.

He laughs a little "You are a really bad liar you know that?"

"Yeah I know...." I start to think a little. I force myself not to smirk.

"So tell me the real reason Harry why you slapped her." He looks at me.

"She has done... Bad things to me Zayn. Very very bad things. She always makes fun of me... And it really hurts my feelings you know? She...And I don't want her around Louis or Louis sticking up for her because I don't want Louis to get hurt the way that I did. She spread so many rumors.... And she even tried to get into my pants one time." I lie

"What? Harry I wouldn't expect her to do something like-"

"Zayn she did. She said I was fucking worthless and I should go die. And I'm starting to Believe that I should..."

Zayn looks pissed off. I think I probably ruined her life just a tad bit more.