Beat Still

Chapter 42: Beat Still

*Louis' Pov*

"I was."

"You were driving? Drunk?" I could almost feel the anger spread through my entire body like wildfire. It was like when you touch something hot, and the burning sensation spreads all over you.

Her heeled boots clicked as she strutted over to the chair beside a confused Harry. She sat down slowly, her intense, brown eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes, that's what I just said isn't it?" She rolled her eyes the way she always does whenever I speak, or as she put it so nicely, whenever I said something stupid.

"B-but you are not supposed to drink!" I sputtered.

Marcel stood up from the bed and crossed his arms,"And why is that Lou?"

I forgot about him. He may be having a momentary lapse of judgment right now, but he's not stupid.

"Yeah, why is that Lou?" Eleanor smirked while looking between the two of us.

I struggled to think of an appropriate answer without telling the truth. Who wants to tell the person they are in love with that they are having a baby with another person?

"Uh, because you're underage! Yeah, she's only seventeen..." I fought the urge to wipe the nervous sweat off of my forehead.

I think I got away with it for now, but I know I'll have to tell him eventually. Especially since it seems we may be getting back together.

Speaking of, I wonder what changed his mind? When I last left him, or he left me for that matter, he seemed adamantly in love with that Zayn character.

So what has changed? Besides me being in a coma...but I doubt that would scare him enough for him to break up with his boyfriend and come back to me.

I was brought out of my whirlwind of thoughts when Marcel grabbed my shoulder. His face held a worried, confused look, but I knew he wasn't going to question me any further.

On the other hand, Harry glared between Eleanor and I with squinted eyes. By just looking at him, I can see the little wheels in his head turning rapidly. There's no telling what he is thinking, but I know it cannot be good.

I can tell that I most certainly did not convince him. Damn that Harry, he knows me too well.

"So if you were driving, how are you not in jail right now?" I asked with an icy tone. I hope she knows how much I hate her.

"I had to stay overnight. I just got released, and decided to come to the hospital to check for injuries." She checked her perfectly manicured nails before smirking at me,"Don't worry by the way, everything is cool." She smiled evilly as her eyes flicked over to Marcel momentarily.

I guess that was her sneaky way to tell me our baby was okay.

"Everything is...cool?" Marcel slowly stood up from beside me in the hospital bed. I tried to grab his hand, but he pulled it away quickly. It was still hanging in the air as he spoke,"Everything is cool? You think driving drunk is cool? You think going to jail is cool?"

His face was beginning to turn red. The once limp hand now a tight fist as he strode in front of Eleanor.

"You think the fact that my boyfriend is laying in a hospital bed right now, is cool?" He stopped right in front of the now angry girl, towering over her easily.

She scoffed,"Your boyfriend?"

"Maybe I should leave all of you alone?" Clifford began backing awkwardly towards the door, running his hand through his dark, spiked hair.