i just..forgot; l.s

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"louis..louis.....LOUIS"

i snap out of whatever daze i was in to see both liam and harry glancing nervously at me.

"yes? sorry, i blanked out there.."

"louis.." liam said in a warning tone,"if you're hiding something you better stop now because y'know ill figure out."

"now why would i hide something from you? i'm just spacey sometimes, you should know that better than anyone. now let's get settled"

fifth period drags on and the usual feeling of my sugar dropping has hit me once again.

'why can i never just manage my own shit?' , i ask to myself.

i feel myself get hit with the shakes and the nauseous feeling in the back of my throat. my anxiety bubbles in my chest as the beeper connected to my side goes off almost taunting me. laughing at how i can never get my shit together.

i hurry to shut my beeper off, but liam and harry have already heard along with half the class.

"louis, is there something you need to attend to?", the teacher. mr.smith, asks with concern.

i can feel the blush come up form my neck all the way to my ears and i glance down.

"erm-yes sir, i need to go to the nurse actually", i all but whisper. as soon as i say it, it feels as if everyone immediately goes to laugh and jeer at me when in reality, it's all in my head.

"very well. liam, go with him to make sure everything goes smoothly."

i begin to gather my things and, just for the hell of it i assume, my beeper goes off again, loud and shrill. i blush again, hurriedly packing my things and all but slamming the button to turn it off. i rush out the door with the comfort of liam's hand on my back.

"pooh, what's up how are we feeling?", liam questions once we are outside the class.

i can slowly start to feel myself dissociating from how long my sugar has been low. his voice is like molasses in my ear and i try to answer him as normal as i can.

"i-i...um..m-my head, i-i-it's like...and li i-i-i'm s-so cold", i whimper, my teeth already chattering like they usually do when i'm in a drop.

"ok, alright. you're alright pooh. you're gonna be fine, just try and stay with me okay? don't pass out on me, alright?"

"too late", i say, my eyes rolling back as i hit the cold linoleum floors.

~.~.~.~

"yeah yeah, he should be fine. obviously, it's just like the million other times he's been here."

"poor thing, i just wish he would take care of himself better."

"oh don't worry, my pooh tries, he's just so forgetful."

"well alright, when he wakes up you can take home."

i listen to nurse patty and liam converse before i decide to open my eyes. i see liam by the nurse's bed in the dingy chair beside it, as always there for me it my times of stupidity.

"well good morning sunshine, gave us all a scare there didn't you?", he tries to joke, but i can see the worry lying behind his eyes. of course i have to be the one who makes him worry and stress.

i reach my hand to my eyes , rubbing them harshly before i say and attempt to sit up.

"woah, woah pooh , you just had a hypo , you know that you can't be moving that fast yet", liam stresses.

"sorry li, i just want you to be able to get back to class".

liam chuckles before replying, "pooh, you must are trying to be funny. you know you have to go home. you wont be able to hold yourself up or keep yourself awake. c'mon darling, lay back down and i'll pull your car to the front. zayn can drive my car and take the girls home."

i try to ignore the fact that this seems almost routine for him and focus on the pounding in my head instead. the steady beat of it making me nauseous.

"and harry", i croak, almost surprising myself.

liam looks confused for a moment before remembering the awkward tree i introduced him and the guys to earlier.

"and harry", he says closing the door.