Hostage || Louis Tomlinson

C H A P T E R N I N E

The first thing I see is blinding white light. I groan audibly, narrowing my eyes against the unwelcome brightness. My shoulder throbs painfully.

"Lilli!" Somebody yells excitedly. I wince as my head pounds.

"Be quiet, please, Mr Tomlinson. This is a hospital, or am I going to have to make you leave again?"

"Oh. Sorry," says Louis dejectedly, and I force my eyelids apart in time to see him sit down on a white plastic hospital chair.

"Hey," I rasp out, my throat stinging.

The official-sounding voice - a doctor - helps me to sit up slightly and hands me some water. They wait patiently until I finish the glass.

"So, Lillian. How are you feeling?" The doctor picks up a clipboard and pen, as though he's expecting me to give him some amazing, ground-breaking news.

"It's Lilli," I say, clearing my throat so I can speak properly. "And I'm good... I guess."

The doctor tuts and Louis smiles. "I missed you, Lilli," he says honestly, and I notice the bandages around his ear.

"I know. You love me," I joke weakly, before turning back to the impatient doctor.

"I presume you know what happened, Miss Norman?" he asks, circling something.

"I... yeah, I think so. I got shot, right? And then I was stuck in a coma."

"A crude way of summarising the events, but very true," the doctor sighs. "Any pain? Headaches, at all? Anything round the bullet wound?"

"Erm... my shoulder hurts a bit, but it's more of a dull pain. My head's okay now, I think, but my throat's a bit dry."

The doctor nods, writing as I speak. "I'll be right back."

Louis' friends run in almost as soon as he leaves. I recognise Liam, who I locked eyes with back at the bank.

"How long have I been out?" I ask, as one of them hands me more water and I take it gratefully.

"Ten days," says Harry, his hair flopping over his face slightly as he sits down. "Louis nearly went mad."

"Did not!" Louis proclaims. "But I have stitches, look!"

He indicates the side of his head, looking oddly proud of himself.

"Aww, poor you," I smile, glad I can laugh with him and his friends, without the worry of being heard.

Niall smirks at us. "Anyway, we kind of have an interview now. We postponed it because Louis insisted you were going to wake up-"

"I'm psychic," Louis mutters, grinning.

"-but we have to go now."

I squeal. "That's fine."

"Why'd you squeal?" Niall frowns.

"I'm sorry," I giggle. "You - you're so Irish! Oh! Say potato. Please?"

Niall sighs heavily as they exit the room. "I told you," he whines.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Lilli's awake now and is friends with the boys.

Also, introducing LOUILLI! It's the ship name I've decided on for Louis and Lilli. They're adorable.

And Niall, the precious little Irish snowflake. I'm sorry if I offended anyone Irish with the end of this chapter. It's more of an introduction to Lilli's true personality - when she isn't being held hostage.

Harry still has long hair but I will probably have him cut it in maybe the next chapter.

Love you llamas! x