He's taken, I'm broken (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 34

"Lauren!" Louis exclaimed.

I didn't reply, still hiding my face behind my hands. Tears falling freely down my cheeks. I wiped them with my fingers, trying not to show that I was crying.

"Louis. It's nothing." Eleanor repeated what I had said earlier.

"It clearly is something. Why else is Lauren crying?" He said.

Shit. He noticed.

I could feel his gaze on me. I wanted to say that I wasn't crying but I knew if I opened my mouth, my voice would give me away.

Eleanor didn't reply. I wanted to see what she was doing but I kept my face hidden.

"Louis. What are you doing? You can't get up. You're too weak. The doc-" Eleanor shouted and I could now hear the hospital bed squeak as Louis got off it.

"Shut up El." Louis cut her off.

I wanted to run out of the room and I was getting ready to do just that until I felt hands over mine, trying to reveal my face. I could tell they were Louis' from the thousands of times I'd touched them.

He tried to move my hands tenderly away from my face but I kept them still, trying to push him away.

"Lauren. What is it?" He asked.

I just shook my head.

He started to apply force and I cried out: "Louis stop!" My voice cracked.

He acted like he didn't hear, pulling my hands away from my face as I tried to push them into it. He succeeded eventually, wrapping both his hands individually over mine, covering the whole skin.

His eyes travelled to my eyes looking at the tears first before they made eye contact. I could see the worry in them. I tore my eyes away from him and looked at the wires which were still stuck into his hands and body and were stretching towards him, ready to plug out if he made even one move.

"Louis, what are you doing? You need to get back to your bed!" I demanded, trying to push him back but failing miserably.

He let go of my left hand, wrapping it in his left one which held my right hand captive. His free hand moved up to my face and he cupped it, gently drying my tears with his thumb.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." He said with finality.

I stared at him, imagining his reaction and hurt when he would hear the words that I was hiding from him. He would hate me for sure and never talk to me.

"I.... I can't." My voice trembled.

"Why can't you Lauren?" He asked.

"I just can't. Not now. Please don't make me." I cried. Tears leaking from my eyes again.

He caught them on his thumb before they could fall.

"Lauren, you need to tell me. It's okay. I promise I won't say anything. Whatever it is. I promise." He said, urging me to tell him.

I shook my head furiously. "You...you'll ha..hate me."

He cocked his head to the side as the words left my mouth. "Lauren, you know I can't hate you. Ever. How could I hate this beautiful face." His eyes roamed over my face. "This sexy body." His eyes then travelled down my chest to my legs and back again. "And most of all this amazing personality that you have. You know I can't."

I gulped. I knew what he was doing and I didn't like it.

"Louis don't. You can't make me answer you. Not right now!"