My Hope (Louis Tomlinson FanFic) *Completed*

Chapter 15

*Louis' POV~ 1 Day Later*

     "Hey, Lou, do you want to wake Kayla up? Breakfast is here, Paul brought it." Liam stuck his head out from the kitchen. I nodded and pulled myself off the couch where I was playing COD with Harry. I paused the game and walked into the bunks room.

     "Kayla," I whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. She didn't budge, so I shook her a bit more. "Kayla, wake up."

     Instead of getting up, she just turned over on her side, pulling the covers completely over her face, letting out a little grunt. I chuckled and pulled the blanket back from her face.

     "You need to wake up, love. Paul brought breakfast and then we have a show tonight, if you wanna go with us?" I begged her. We've been trying to get her to come with us, but she always refuses. Her bruises and cuts are faded and her ankle is healed up, so we don't see a reason why she shouldn't come. She simply doesn't want to.

     She shook his head and rolled over onto his stomach, burying her face in her pillow. I sighed and went to move her head to face me, only to come in contact with her overheating cheek. I gasped slightly and put the back of my hand to feel her forehead. She was burning up.

     "Kayla, I'm going to be right back, okay? Don't move," I told her. She just shook her head and buried herself deeper into the pillow.

     I got up from the bunk and went into the kitchen, finding all the lads eating McDonalds that Paul had dropped off. I started digging through the drawers in the kitchen as I felt the lads eyes on me.

     "What are you doing, Lou?" Zayn asked as I continued my search for a thermometer.

"I think Kayla is sick, I need to make sure she doesn't have a fever."

"What do you mean she's sick?" Liam said, slowing his eating.

"She won't get out of bed, her forehead is burning up. I mean, she hasn't exactly told me how she feels, but I'm just guessing here." I shrugged, finally finding the thermometer at the bottom of the drawer. I washed it off before heading back to the bunk area.

"Kayla?" I whispered in the quiet, sitting on the edge of her bed again. She barely opened one eye to look at me from her curtain of dark hair. "Can you turn over for me love? I need to check your fever."

She sighed but rolled over non the less, letting me get it all done. As I pulled the thermometer from her lips, her eyes fluttered shut again, her falling back into sleep.

"Holy s*%t." I muttered. 102.3 (A/N: I don't do Celsius! This is just over average.)

"How is she?" Liam said, popping his head into the bunks. He walked over and looked down at Kayla, pushing some hair out of her face and feeling her forehead. "You're right, she's burning up."

"Yeah, look." I showed him the results and his eyes bulged slightly.

"How could she have gotten so sick so fast?" Liam asked. "Neither of us or the lads have been sick?"

"Well...we have been in lots of crowds?"

"Kayla hasn't."

"Maybe we had the germs with us, but since we all have had shots, we weren't sick, but since she hasn't, she was."

"That would make sense. Well, I'm gonna go tell Paul to get her some medicine. You want to stay with her?"

"Yeah, man, no problem."

I looked back down at Kayla as Liam left to get on the phone with Paul. Her hair was flying everywhere, falling in her face and down her shoulders after Lou cut it. Her skin was paler than normal and was cold.

As I'm sitting here observing her, her eyes fly open, and they widen. I got up quickly as she yanked the duvet away from her body and ran towards the bathroom, me following after her. When she got inside, she threw the lid of the toilet open and hunched over the bowl, emptying her stomach effectively.

I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling it out of her face the best I could. Reaching out for a hair tie that was on the bathroom counter, I tied her hair up in a makeshift bun, rubbing her back as she finished being sick.

She slumped against the floor, falling back against my legs. I bent down and sat beside her, keeping my hand on her back to make sure she wouldn't fall at the lose of my legs.

"You okay?" I asked her. She nodded tiredly and closed her eyes sleepily. "C'mere," I said, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, pulling her body towards mine. I rested her between my legs, her back against my front as she slowly fell asleep, me following suit.

Okay...I may like her...a lot.