I Was Saved By One Direction

Part 4: Heads, Blood, and Hospitals

*Allison's POV*

"Louis I'm fine, seriously. You don't have to stay here anymore." I say while removing make-up.

"I just want to make sure you're ok." Louis repeats what he has said over and over again.

"I've told you that I'm ok about thirteen times now." I giggle.

"I know. I'm just worried." Louis laughs.

"And you have said that about twenty times." I reply turning around. "You don't need to worry about me this much, it's not like it matters." It did matter. It mattered a lot. The last time someone worried, scratch that, cared about me was before my mum died.

"I'm trusting you!" Louis wiggles his eyebrows. I laugh.

"You are such a freak." I gape out. 

"Same to you my little nugget." Louis messes up my hair. I smile. "Night beautiful." He kisses my forehead and bounces out of my room. I spin around in circles until I fall on my bum. I crawl into my closet. I jump to my feet and pick out pajamas. It was a loose light pink shirt that said 'I'm really a unicorn' and sweatpants. I throw my hair into a messy bun. I pull the covers on top of me begging my mind for a nightmare-less sleep.

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"What did you just say b****?" Louis asks.

"What you just told me." I answer.

"And what was that?" Louis questions.

"That I was beautiful." I bite my lip.

"As if." He laughs bitterly.

"That's what you said." I tell the suddenly monstrous boy.

"I was lying."

"The Louis I met the other day would never lie."

"Shut up."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what? The pain hasn't even started yet."  I am thrown against the wall. I scream as he jumps on top of me.

*Louis' POV*

I wake up to screams for the second night in a row. I bound into Allison's room. She was laying in bed with tears streaming down her face screaming 'Louis no'.

I walk over. I crouch down beside her bed shaking her awake. "Allison." I whisper. "Wake up love." She whips up. "It's just me." Her body was shaking hard. Every time I saw her cry it would break my heart. "It was just a dream." Allison stares into my eyes before throwing her arms around me. I wrap my arms around her waist trying to calm the small fifteen year old. She whimpers. I try thinking back to the other night. What calmed her down? Oh! Oh! I remember! I play with her hair.  "Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be, can't go far but you can always dream. Wish you may and wish you might, don't you worry hold on tight, I promise you there will come a day."

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Again, I wake up to a scream. A pressure comes against my chest and a loud bang and thump comes after it. I sit up. I look over the edge of the bed. Allison was on the floor. She moans clutching her head rolling on her side. "Allison?!" I shriek. I scoop her up running downstairs.

"Louis what happened?" Harry panics.

"I don't know!" I yell.

"Put me down." Allison groans. I do as she says.

"Is there any brain damage? Is there blood? Where does it hurt? Should I take you to the hospital? Did your skull collapse?" I ask a million questions.

"No, no, right where the large bump is, no, no." Allison answers all of them.

"What happened?!" I yell.

"Well, wouldn't you panic if you woke up in a guy's arms and you barely knew that guy and he was only in his boxers?" Allison asks sarcastically.

"Yes." I nod pulling on clothes.

"I screamed, pushed against your chest, hit my head against your nightstand, and fell on the floor." Allison lists off. I lift her onto an island chair.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU TOOK A YEAR OF MEDICAL SCHOOL?!" I scream.

*Allison's POV*

"NONE OF US! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KNOWS THE MOST ABOUT MEDICAL S***! IF SOMEONE IS HURT THAN YOU DO IT!" Niall screams. I stare blankly at the two. Niall was right at the bottom of the stairs. "It's our form of communication."

"What are you hiding?" Louis questions as soon as I try hiding my hand.

"Nothing." I lie looking at my lap. Louis snatches my hand showing himself my palm. I huff.

"Almost your whole hand is covered in blood! Allison!" Louis whines.

"What?!" Liam yells. I pull my hand away.

"What happened? Who's bleeding?" Zayn asks walking downstairs with Danny.

"Allison hit her head and there's blood." Louis tells him lifting me off the chair.

"What are you doing?" I question him.

"Taking you to the hospital." Louis rushes out grabbing a set of keys.

"I don't need to go to the hospital!" I yell fighting against him. It was no use though, some boy band member worked out. If I went to the hospital they would look up my records and tell him everything. My problem was I passed out of blood loss before I could do any more fighting.

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My eyes flick open. I sit up. I had a huge headache. Oh no, I was in the hospital. This wasn't good! I start pulling machines out of me. Before I can get the last one off someone walks in. I take one look at who it is and hang my head down. Everyone was standing there. The boys, their girlfriends, and Danny.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Louis asks walking over.

"I couldn't." I shake my head, keeping it down, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them. 

"It isn't anything to be ashamed about." Louis tries making me feel better.

"You don't understand. What you have been told isn't the half of it." I awkwardly explain.

"We just want you to know that we're here for you and you can trust us." Louis tells me. A hot ball of angry fire forms deep inside me. It starts rising ... rising up through my chest and into my throat and punching through. (credit of that line goes to the writer of the book The Last Dog On Earth or The Last Dog In The World I think it was The Last Dog On Earth...yeah, it was)  I rip the last machine out of me and storm into the bathroom.

I walk into a stall. As soon as I do I burst into tears. I grab the hospital bracelet and pull it off. I tear the bandage off my head. I slide down against the door crying as hard as my body will let me. I didn't even feel like living my life anymore. It wasn't even a life. Alive or just breathing?