Bad Luck {Louis Tomlinson} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 12 - Fighting, Leaving and Running Away

Hazel's POV

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I woke up again, feeling groggy and dizzy. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself on someone's lap, presumably Louis'. I straightened out a bit and made a sort of guttural noise when stretching.

"Bloody hell! What was that?!" Liam yelled. I slowly raised my hand and closed my eyes again. The person beneath me started to laugh and I couldnt help but crack a smile. I eventually tried to sit up and ended inbetween Harry and Louis. How do I get between these guys all the time? I have just a small feeling that it's not coincidence... Hmm... I crossed my legs on the couch and rested my elbows on my knees, put my head in my hands, still feeling awful from this cough which was making me congested and just in general sick. Someone rubbed my back and I curled further into a little ball. I sneezed a little but it wasn't as weird as the one last night. I sat back up and ran a hand through my hair tiredly. I snuggled into Louis' side and hoped for some more sleep. I don't know what this medicine is meant to do, make me sleepy or fix my cold because it seems to make me want to collapse in on myself from exhaustion.

"Aw come on! You've slept enough. Ok?" Harry said, trying to shake me awake.

"I can't, Louis dwugged me and now I'm in a limbo of awake and asleep," I said triumphantly, the congestion making it hard to pronounce my 'r's. Louis chuckled and held me to his side a little tighter. I tried to wiggle way but it resulted in me just sort of moving around his arms, not getting anywhere.

"Come on Lou, give her some space before you both get sick," Zayn said, still looking at him phone. Is he talking to someone? It seems that's all he does right now. Louis loosened his grip on me and I writhed my way out, getting something to eat in the kitchen. I wobbled over there and brought out some cereal and milk. I poured them both into a bowl and grabbed a spoon. I leant on the counter while eating the cereal slowly. I felt my head drooping along with my eyelids, just willing myself to let go and fall asleep. Drifting away... Slowly drifting... I close my eyes and eventually, I drop my head and it collides with the cold hard marble surface of the counter. I slowly swallowed my last bite and did all I could to not fall over and end up in a heap on the floor. Someone came into the kitchen and picked me up, snuggling me into their chest and I fell into the void of consciousness. I pressed my face into their neck and smiled slightly against the warmth and pulse thudding against it. I wasn't fully asleep so I decided to listen to what was going on. Footsteps. I heard footsteps.

"What the hell are you doing?" An accusing voice asked, presuming from the range it was probably the one who created the footsteps.

"I'm sitting down after I stopped someone from collapsing from exhaustion," the person underneath me said somewhat sarcastically.

"Put her down," the voice, which was now coming closer all but growled menacingly.

"And what if I don't? What will you do? Get angry at me? Please." The voice said in a mocking tone. Are they talking about me? Odds are that they are.

"Or I will do something I will really regret," the voice that had come in only a few moment ago said. I had to force myself not to react to how close it was to my ear and pretend I was still asleep. I heard footsteps again and something yank me away from the person I was on by my waist. Something was pulling back and I had to stop from screaming at how terrified I was. What the hell is going on?! Soon enough, the pulling sensation stopped and I was clutched to someone's chest as if I was their life support.

"You will NOT hurt Hazel. She doesn't deserve that," the voice said sternly. So they were talking about me! What was this all even about? I was carried away and up some stairs before being placed down on a soft surface. A bed maybe? I felt the 'bed' dip beside me and someone pull me in close around my waist. I can't even comprehend what just went on but by the sounds of it... Was I really the mystery girl who has been pulling Harry and Louis apart? There was no one else, this all finally made sense! I can't do this though... I've known Louis for a lot less time than Harry and I don't want to be the reason for breaking them apart. I felt a frown etch into my forehead as I fell into a restless sleep.