-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
School Monday was complete and utter hell. I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be at Louis' side, where I had been all last night. How was it possible to sit through school when my brother had nearly killed my best friend?! I wanted to break down crying every time I thought about it, and trust me it was hard not to. I'm pretty sure all the teachers knew what had happened, because none of them asked me any questions or asked why I haddent done the homework over the weekend. When the lunch bell rang I was so eager for food I jumped up and practically ran out into the hall. But running down the hall wasn't a good idea, I learned, when I slambed right into Louis' 'bad ass' friends.
"Hey, what did you do to Louis?" one snaps at me, grabbing my wrist in case I thought to run. His perfect black hair was a bit messy, poking out in all directions and dark brown eyes told me he wasn't the kind of person I would ever associate with. Then again, I rarely associated with anyone.
"Zayn, calm down man. It was her brother wasn't it?" someone from the back of the group mumbled.
"Um, Zayn is it? Yeah, my brother hurt him." I look at the ground, hoping he would release his tightening by the second grrip on my arm. "But he's okay, I think." I look up, smiling a little at Zayn, hoping that would make him let me go.
"It may have been your dumb ass twin, Niall, but it wouldn't of happened if he wasn't with you in the first place. Nothing would have happened if he had just came with us that day!" he practically screams in my face. I cower back, flinching. Knowing them, they were probably out taking drugs or something else illegal. I was trying so hard to keep Louis out of that. The fact that he drank was bad enough. "Get out of here." Zayn spat, pushing me into a locker. I take the opportunity and scurry off into the cafeteria, meeting Kylie at our usual table. We ate lunch with only one other person, Marcel, and that was only because I felt so bad for him that I didn't want him to have to sit alone. He was probably the school's biggest nerd. I sit between Kylie and Marcel, sighing. My heart was beating out of my chest from the sheer terror of the events that just took place.
"You alright?" Marcel asked, taking a bite of his probably mother made sandwich. I shook my head no, my long purple hair nearly hitting him in the face.
"No. A bunch of Lou's friends pretty much cornered me and demanded to know why I hurt him." I sigh, thinking about poor injured Louis sitting in that hospital bed all alone. "Kylie, I can't take this. I can't be here." I mumble, scared to talk to loud. My voice was already cracking and I could feel the tears getting ready to fall down my pale cheeks. Both her and Marcel hug me.
"Vi, you know there's no way your dad is going to pick you up from school." Kylie says, and I can hear the sorrow in her voice. I nod.
"He cares way too much about his dumb job. But I can't do this. Kylie, you have to take me home. I have to see Lou." She opens her mouth and I can already tell shes going to shoot me down. Say she can't take me home. "Kylie you don't understand! I I LOVE HIM!" I shout, but then immediatly blush, seeing everyone look at me. I stood up, running out of the room and straight into the bathroom. Of course, Kylie follows. This is why I loved her, as much as she hated Louis, and probably hated me for the lecture I gave her the other day, she still follows me and cares about me so much. Something I wasn't even sure if Louis did. Yet here I was, sitting on the bathroom floor having a panic attack over him.
"Violet, Violet please calm down." Kylie says in a soothing voice that doesn't help as she sits down next to me. I sob into my hands, hoping no one else was in the bathroom. "I'll take you home. It's fine." she says, but I can tell it's not. Her parents have always been the opposite of my dad. My dad couldn't care less about us. He just made sure we were still alive while he worked all his life. Kylie's parents on the other hand would kill her if they found out that half way through the school day she just walked out. I knew I was asking a lot of her, and I probably would have told her its okay, and that she didn't have to, but I wasn't sure that a) I could stand the rest of the school day and b) stop crying long enough to tell her. Kylie helps me up and I wipe my eyes, taking deep breaths to keep from crying. She escorts me out the bathroom door and without going back to get any of my things or say bye to Marcel we simply walk out the front door and down to her car. If I had a car I wouldn't have to do this to her. But of course there was no way dad was gonna hand me that much money for nothing. I climb in the passenger seat and buckle in, ready to be away from this horror of a school.
-----Louis' P.O.V.-----
I was gonna kill him. He was so lucky I was in a coma because if I wasn't, the things I would do to that boy. Niall Horan thinks he's tough, well I'll show him what tough really was once I woke up. I would have whooped his ass if I haddn't been drinking. And now Violet was probably panicing. I could hear her now probably sitting by my side. I bet she was mad at Niall as well, but no where near as mad as I was at him. I was gonna kill him.
-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
I sat next to Louis, watching him lay there. Nope, nothing had changed since I had been dragged out of here by my father the night before. He claimed I needed sleep for school tomorrow. I still couldn't believe he made me go, oh wait, yes I could because he doesn't care about me. The only thing that had changed was that no one else was here. Not even Johannah, his mother, was here any more, which worried me.
"Kylie, why isn't anyone here with him?" I ask quietly, as if talking loud would disturb Louis' 'sleep'. She shrugs, sitting in the chair next to me.
"I've got no idea." she answers, in a normal tone. Not a quiet tone like mine. "So, what you said right before you uh, ran out of the caf, did you mean that?" AT first I had no clue what she was talking about. What had I said before I ran out? I asked if she could take me home, and told her I wasn't gonna be okay and-. And that I loved Louis. I hadn't even thought when I said that. It just kind of came out. I sat there for nearly 5 minutes, and Kylie let me think.
"I....I think so. I mean, He's been my friend for so long, and I love him like a friend, but...I don't know." I sigh, running my hands through my hair that needed a wash. "I didn't think I did, well, like this. But after he told me that he doesn't care about anyone but himself it really hurt me. And now he's like this and I care so much, and Kylie I think I do love him." I say quite fast. She smiles at me.
"I knew you would fall for him eventually. You guys are so different and fight like a married couple, and honestly I'm surprised it took you this long to admit this!" She laughs a little and I blush. I love Louis. I love him. A smile spreads across my face, but quickly fades as Niall walks into the room looking mad.
"You skipped school?" he shouts at us. I immediatly open my mouth to defend myself, but he goes over to hug Kylie, who looks as surprised as me. "Kylie, don't ya know what your parents are going to do to you?" I clear my throat, and Niall releases her, taking a step back. "Sorry." he mumbles.
"Yeah, but you should have seen Violet. She was flipping out." Niall rolls his eyes.
"Making a big deal out of nothing, her specialty."
"You call this nothing?" I shout, guestuing to Louis. "What if he doesnt wake up Niall? What if they decide to just let him die, because he doesn't wake up all because of you!" Niall looks down at the floor, realizing how serious this is, finally.
"You know I didn't mean to do this, right sis?"
"Yeah, well it happened." I put my face back into my hands, feeling like crying again.
-----Louis' P.O.V.-----
I could hear everything! I could hear Violet, right next to me, and Kylie near her but farther away. And Niall I heard loud and clear. I could hear it in his voice he felt bad about what he did. Good, he should. But I wasn't really focused on that. I was focused on what Violet had said. First off, she thought I didn't care about her, which was a complete lie. But I had said that I didn't care about anyone else, didn't I? And then that she loved me. And she made it perfectly clear that she didn't mean as a friend. I wasn't really sure how I felt about this. All I knew was that I had to wake up. I HAD to. She needed to know that I cared about her. I didn't know how, but I was getting out of this coma. I was waking up. They were all silent, and I hoped to God that they didn't leave. I tried with all my might to open my eyes. One eye? Move something? But to no avail. I didn't know it was possible to feel so exausted after doing nothing, but I pushed and pushed and finally, my eye cracked open. I saw the scene in front of me, Violet sitting right next to me which her face burried in her hands. Kylie was shooting Niall a nasty look from the chair next to Violet. And finally the dick himself, Niall stood at the end of my bed, avoiding looking at anyone. Of course, avoiding each other, none of them saw that I had an eye open. I could feel my body wanting to shut down again, but I pushed to open my other eye, and finally utter a single word that caused everyone to look at me.
"Violet."
