Did You Say Louis Tomlinson? (Can't Fight This Feeling Sequel)

Chapter 7

Marcel's POV
I run down the dorm hall and ignore the stairs I get. Don't do anything stupid, Lou. I find his dorm room and open up the door. It's dark and empty.

"Louis?" I call out. I hear someone move in the bathroom. I run in and there he is.

He's on the floor leaning into the corner between the bathtub and the wall. His eyes are closed. In his hand is a bottle of pills. Oh no. Oh no no no.
There are pills littering the floor and his body looks limp.

"IM SORRY, CEL" Is scribbled on the mirror.

I'm too late aren't I?

"Lou!" I scream hysterically running over to him. I drop to my knees and try to feel for his pulse. But I'm not trained for this and I don't know what I'm doing.

"Lou!" I scream again my voice is crackling. I slap him.

"Louis wake up!"

I stick our lips together roughly trying to force him into reality.

"LOUIS!" I scream breaking down into sobs.

I take out my phone and dial 9-1-1.

"This is the 911 operator, how may I help you?" she asks calmly.

"I need an ambulance!" I shout.

"What for?"

"My friend tried to commit. I can't tell if he's breathing." My friend?

I give her the address and she tells me it's going to be okay. But I seriously doubt it will ever be okay again.

"WHAT DID YOU DO! WHAT DID YOU DO!" I scream bloody murder hitting him in the chest.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU IM SORRY!" I say crying harder into his chest.

It all goes in flashes from there. They come into the bathroom and put him up on a stretcher. I accompany in the ambulance and a nurse watches me pitifully. We're rushed into the hospital. They're wheeling him quickly through the halls and I'm following with them. Someone stops me roughly in front of a door he's being wheeled through.

"Only family past this point, sir." I give him the most desperate look that's ever crossed anyone face. I try to walk past him but he pushes me back.

"If you don't cooperate you'll be escorted out of the hospital by security." He says as I watch the doors shut behind Louis' stretcher.

This is really happening isn't it?

I said friend on the phone.

Louis was sorry.

There were pills everywhere.

I let Sam kiss me and put his hands on me.

This wasn't his fault at all. It was all mine.

I'm laying on the couch for what feels like eternity. Sam texts me 4 or 5 times and he's annoyed with me. And I couldn't possibly care less. It was all a facade. It was me trying to hide from the fact that I still loved the man who broke my heart.

I still love him. I love him.

Why'd I choose the worst time to realize that I love him?

I fucking love Louis Tomlinson with all of my fuckedup heart.

A doctor comes out and I sit up abruptly. He nods to come with him and I follow him down the hall and through the doors. He stops in front of what appears to be Louis' room.

"Before you go in there's one thing you need to-" I cut him off by pushing past him gently and going into the room. I rush to the chair put beside his bed. I grab his hand and smile at him as his eyes open.

"Louis thank god." I say smiling through tears. I sigh in relief.

"What?" he asks curiously. I freeze and look up at him.

"It's me." I mostly whisper.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met."