Time Will Tell (A Louis Tomlinson FanFic) ON HOLD

Chapter Seven: Results

Louis and Laurie are back at their apartment like at the beginning...

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Chapter Seven:

Results

I got out of bed after remembering everything that had happened. I stumbled and almost fell, walking down the stairs calling for Louis.

He was just, sitting.

Dazed with a cup of tea in his hand, staring blankly at the decorated wall. I walked to the kitchen and poured some tea.

"Hi love." He looked at me with a smile, no longer dazed.

"Someone was tired," he winked," you slept for eight hours."

The clock read 3:23 PM.

"I had a dream Lou."

The smile instantly dropped from his face.

We sat together, me in his lap.

"Shh". He has said a couple minutes later.

"It's going to be okay."

I believed him. His blue eyes were locked with mine. I didn't look away in tell there was two knocks at the door. Before I pulled myself out of Louis' lap, I placed one single kiss on his lips. His smile returned, leaving butterflies in my stomach.

I opened the old red door.

"Hi Miss Laurie."

The mailman cheered happily.

"Hi Josh." I answered back as he handed me a couple envelops.

"Sign here please," he asked, pointing towards the bottom.

He smiled looking down at the screen.

I signed, took the mail, and went inside, wishing Josh a happy day.

"Mail!" I announced, giving it to Louis who had made his way to our kitchen table.

I didn't even bother looking at the mail. Most of the time it was something that had to do with the band. 1 times in a million I would get something.

Finally, having a moment to wash my face, I made my way to the bathroom.

Once again, before being able to make it all the way in, I heard my name.

"Laurie!"

Rang Louis' voice from the table.

Can't a girl have two minutes to wash her face?

I sighed and finished, thinking it would be okay for him to wait two minutes.

I made my way to our bedroom and pulled on an old t-shirt that I always wore when Louis was away.

"There's something for you!"

He yelled once again.

I walked out of our messy bedroom, realizing I'd need to clean it; and walked into the kitchen.

The cold tile beneath my feat. I sat down at my side of the table. Exhausted.

He slid a packet, that was once in front of him, to me.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at the address.

"I haven't opened it yet love. I wanted you too."

He said, not taking an eye of the yellow paper in front of him.

"Okay, thank you." I answered, a bit confused.

I picked up the packet and looked more closely at the address.

"London Bridge Hospital

27 Tooley Street, London"

I opened the top and carefully unfolded the paper inside.

"The results?"

I said to myself, out loud.

"Already?" Louis asked.

It had only been almost a day since I had left the hospital. Doctor Andy said it might take a week for the results to come in.

He got out of his seat and leaned on the back of my chair.

I read it aloud.

"Dear Ms. Thorson and Mr. Tomlinson;

I have received results from your tests, rather quickly might I add.

I am glad to inform you, that you don't have any kind of concussion."

I paused and Louis let out a sigh of relief and kissed the back of my head.

"But to my dismay, we have found something much worse."

The last two words came out a whisper.

What could possibly be wrong?

I continued reading.

"I want you and Louis to come in as soon as possible so I can share the news.

Your friend and doctor,

Andy."

I sat the paper down. Not believing what else could go wrong.

"What are we going to do Lou. What could it be?"

I asked, not wanting to believe something else was wrong with me.

I just can't take anything else right now. Not two days after my mothers death.

"I don't know Laurie, but whatever it is, it will be alright."