last words [l.t]

chapter 3

\\ please read an at the end //

>l o u i s<

Life was painful. Day after day dragged by as I waited, simply waited for my love to heal.

This was my fault, all my fault and I wasn't able to fix it. If only I had a time machine, I would go back and make sure she had everything, we wouldn't have rushed, we wouldn't have gotten stuck by that semi-truck.

It was my fault.

I wrote, just like she told me to, everyday. I talked about my day, what I did 'with' her, what I ate, everything. This journal was now her, and my handwriting were the words I would be speaking to her. My pain, my tears, my soul, was poured into those words.

Each flick of the pen was a tear fallen.

Eventually, I was numb. No pain, no tears, no happiness, nothing. I lived in solitude, on that hospital chair, beside her bed. Did I cry? I could never answer because I simply did not know.

She was as still as ever. The heart monitor beeped regularly, pulling me through the day successfully. That is, until the beep was... irregular.

It started as a normal day- until she started to twitch and the monitor started to slow. I didn't know what was happening so I called a nurse. She was tested and I was informed she was starting to have seizures. She was on the verge of dying and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

Days passed, and she -almost- passed too. By the end of the first week we were there, she had almost died 4 times. Each time, I wrote about it, careful not to spill my tears onto the page.

Her parents were coming up to the hospital today, and I was not prepared. I haven't showered in 3 days, my clothes were covered in stains, and the room was a mess. The nurses were doing the best they could to help me, but nothing was working. They brought me clothes when I asked, food when I needed it, and were there for comfort.

"Mr. Tomlinson? It's 2 o'clock, you should shower." Kaci smiled from her position in the doorway.

I smiled and nodded, standing up and shuffling into the bathroom. I stripped of clothes, stepping into the shower and turned the water on. With my head hanging, I let the warm water cascade down my back and relax my muscles.

The clothes that were on top in my bag was a plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, reminding me so much of Harry. We had only talked once or twice since Em was placed into the hospital. I found out that when your girlfriend of 2 years gets put in the hospital, everyone gets upset about it.

A loud buzz is what made me get up from the chair. My phone screen was lit up reading "Liam". I groaned, not wanting to answer it. I was fine drowning in my own sorrow.

"Louis?" was the first thing i heard when i clicked answer.

"No, it's Niall." I snapped sarcastically.

"Cut the crap mate, I'm calling because we're coming up to visit soon."

"Well then you'll have to wait until her parent le-" the door swung open, cutting me off. In the doorway stood Mr. and Mrs. Walkington, "I'll call you later Li." I hung up the phone, setting back on the table.

"Hello Louis dear." Mrs. Walkington smiled warmly, while I received death glares from Mr. Walkington.

"Mrs. Walkington." I forced a smile back.

"We won't be staying long, we have to meet with the Realtor about Emily's house." my eyes widened.

"Her house?"

"We're putting it up for sale."

•••

"Shut up Harry, and sit on the couch." Zayn snapped from across the room, attempting to lure Harry away from Em's monitors.

My day had gotten worse after I found out they were selling Em's house. Everything in there was precious to me, and to her. I mean, yeah they were going to let me go through and take what I wanted (everything) before hand, but that didn't matter.

"Louis, you'll be okay. She'll be okay." Niall rubbed my back, attempting to reassure me.

"But how do you know?"

"Well... I don't actually." he looked down at his knees as I sighed loudly.

"Sitting here all the time isn't going to make her wake up faster. The press thinks you're dead or something because you're never seen outside. The fanbase has exploded on Twitter, and Management can't control anything. They know they can't get you out for interviews so that's out of the question, and you won't go on Twitter, so we're practically screwed." Liam's face was red by the time he finished talking.

"Liam's right Lou, you need to do something. You staying bottled up in here isn't good for you or your career." Harry pursed his lips, looking me in the eyes.

"Is this an intervention?"

"No, but you're going to need one if you don't do anything with your life- and soon." Zayn spoke up from his seat in the corner of the room.

"Hey! That's offensive!" I tried to lighten the mood but all I got was straight faces.

"Okay," I sighed, giving in, "one interview."

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an: okay so meg is no longer co-writing. she deleted her account and im changing the password of this account so she cant get back on.

so uh... leave opinions in the comments (please?)

and yes, ik it's short c: i have plans mkay

-susan