This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Real life nightmare-72

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««2 days later»»
-Alexa's POV-
"Harry's so very worried about you." I said to Kendall, holding her cold hand in mine as I sat next to her in the hospital. "He's coming today you know. After their concert. I'll come back with him. I promise." I promised her, pulling my hand from her cold one and braiding her hair down the side so it wasn't still matted against her forehead.
"I really just want you to wake up......" I admitted, touching the braid with my fingertips before sighing, closing my eyes and shaking my head. "If you don't get better, I might just kill you." I said, chuckling through the tears that were now streaming from my eyes.
I heard the door open, but I didn't look up, assuming it would be a nurse, but gasped when a hand went on my shoulder. Harry stood behind me, his eyes sad as he looked down at Kendall, sleeping. I stood up and Harry wrapped me in a tight, brotherly hug that made my heart practically ache in my chest.
"I've missed you." I whispered into his chest. He nods in understanding and pulls me tighter to him, his head buried in my shoulder.
"Thanks for.....for saving her." He whispered. I nodded slowly, pulling back to kiss his cheek.
"You guys got here early?" I asked. He nodded slowly.
"Louis and the boys are outside......" he trailed. I nodded, squeezing his hand a second before releasing him.
"If you need me, I'll be right outside...." I reassured him. He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes as he nodded. I opened the door and headed down the hallway, towards the lobby.
"Louis!" I gasped as I ran forward to meet him in a tight hug, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my face into his shoulder. He caught me easily and in the spur of the moment I felt tears pour down my face. It feels as if I hadn't seen him for years.
He set me down, but I kept my arms around his neck, breathing in his cologne and touching the hair on the back of his head.
"I missed you so much." I cried, kissing his shoulder before pulling back. He smiled sadly at me and kissed me once before pulling away and pulling me into a bathroom quickly, shutting the door and locking it behind us. I frowned as he put his hands on my hips. I winced as his hand hit the skin, as I had put the scars there, instead of somewhere where everyone could see them. He noticed my wince and didn't say anything as he pulled back from me, grasping the bottom of my shirt and starting to lift it up. Grabbing his hands quickly, I pushed his hands away, grabbing them in front of him instead.
"Louis. Before you......before you......I.....I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to....I....don't be...." I stammered, trying to find the right words. His expression stayed quiet and peaceful as he pulled a hand out of mine and smiled sadly at me.
"I'm not mad darling. I promise. Okay? I just want to see." He whispered, kissing my hands.
I shook my head quickly, taking a step backwards from him. "No...." I mumbled, shaking my head still. He sighed, dropping his hands to his side. He looked so vulnerable, so sad for me. I didn't like the concern I heard in his voice. I didn't like the pity I saw in his eyes. I didn't like feeling this vulnerable and didn't like seeing him so worried.
His blue eyes softened, his facial features dropping and his lips quivering as he tried to compose himself, keeping his emotions locked up inside.
"Do you trust me?" He inquired in a hushed tone as he touched my hand gently, intertwining our fingers. I gulped, and nodded, but stopped his hand from lifting my shirt.
"I don't....want you to see." I whispered, wrapping my arms around my ribcage tightly as a tear fell down my face again.
"Shh. Don't cry love. Okay? I'm not going to hurt you...." he replied quietly, wiping my tears away.
I nodded as he dropped my hand and grasped the side of my shirt, lifting up the part just above my right hip. I felt him gently move down the waist of my jeans to see before I heard his unmistakable gasp. I looked down at him and threaded my fingers through his hair, as he was on his knees in front of me so he could see better.
There were about 5 to 8 cuts along my right hip bone and three deeper ones on my wrist. That night I couldn't control myself. And after over a year and a half of being clean too, I just seemed like a disappointment.
"I'm sorry." I cried, letting tears fall down my cheeks quickly. Louis stood up then, letting my shirt drop back down to cover my hip. Gently wiping my tears, Louis put his hands over my cheeks, swiping his thumbs underneath my eyes gently. His eyes were still loving and...overall caring as he leaned in to kiss my tears away.
"Shhh.....it's okay. Don't be sorry. Okay? Shhh. It's okay. I'm here now. I've got you." He whispered, his lips inches from mine. I looked straight into his bright blue eyes, not finding a hint of regret in them, I leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed back slowly, passionately. I didn't want him to leave me ever again. It sounds selfish, but I never wanted him to leave, or go on tour again. But I was going to have to suck it up. Because quite a bit of their tour was still left.
"I love you." I mumbled, pulling back from our kiss and burying my face in his chest.
"I love you." He repeated, brushing back my short red hair from my face.I had cut it just recently, so tired of having my frizz and curls run wild. I don't know how Mackenzie keeps hers so long.....
Louis and I stood there for awhile, in each other's arms, neither of us wanting to let go.