Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 6

~FOR FUCKS SAKE! Sorry, horrible way to start the chapter :( but my laptop has crashed TWICE, so now two chapters are gone. :( So this one is really rushed, because I wanted it up for tonight. Sorry for it being short, and for all the spelling/grammar mistakes.. Wait till the end for a small author's note for you guys :) Enjoy babycakes~

~LOUIS POV~

Lying in the hospital bed with Clara was relaxing. I had obviously snoozed off at some point, and she had followed suit. She had tossed during the night, and was now facing me. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, her face completely blank apart from a crease between her eyebrows. Her mouth was open slightly, showing her front tooth which was slightly chipped. I stared at her for a few minutes, drinking her in. It had been quite a while since I had slept with a girl in my arms. Clara felt nice. 

I sighed and untangled myself from her, and stretched. I was so very tired. I had been in this hospital non-stop since the incident. 3 weeks of no contact from anyone, just fretting over Clara and trying to decipher medical mumbo jumbo. I literally had no idea what was wrong with her, but I knew it was all my fault. And I don't like owing people, so I had to repay her. I payed for the best hospital I could get, made sure she had the best doctor and had been by her side 24/7. I had no clue what was going to happen when she awoke. When she had asked for the cuddle, she was disorientated and lonely. Would she just ignore me? I don't think I could leave her. I had poured my life into her wellbeing for the past 3 weeks. That makes us friends, doesn't it? And God knows I need all the friends I can get.

I arose slowly, deciding I would contact the boys before going any further. I made my way over to the door, before glancing back at Clara. I hesitated, then sprinted to her side and planted a swift kiss on her forehead. She smiled in her sleep and turned over. My mouth tugged up at the sides involuntarily, and I trotted out of the room. I rubbed my jaw, and patted my tracksuit bottoms for my phone. After searching through the contacts, I decided I would ring Harry first. After all, he found her.

The diall tone rang for what felt like forever before he finally picked up.

"Louis mate! How are you getting on? Haven't heard from you since the whole One Direction name debacle on the 28th... It's been ages! We're all worried about you, mate. Where have you been? I'm lonely Boo Bear..." I let Harry babble on. He prattled on about pointless shite before I interrupted, finally fed up.

"I'm at the hospital, Harry. With Clara? She woke up, mate. Today." I sighed. He stopped abruptly, before exploding.

"Louis mate, that's the best news I've heard in ages! She's all good, yeah? Listen, can I come in and see her?" He asked.

"Yeah, no prob mate. I've missed you man." I smiled, and I had missed him. I could hear him laugh.

"Missed you too Lou. I'll just finish up in the recording studio and drive over there. I don't know if the lads would want to come.." He hesitated, but I knew they wouldn't come. Why would they? They hardly knew her.

"I think its better if it's just you, mate. Listen, I have to go, but call me when you're here okay? See you in a bit." I called, hanging up.

Dropping my phone back into my pocket, I sighed heavily. I had fallen in too deep with this girl. Why can't I ever see when I need to step back? I was stuck now. I couldn't leave her, but I didn't know anything about her. Seeing no way out of my predicament, I decided to go eat. 

This hospital had been my home for the past 3 weeks, and I had been here constantly. Apart from at the very beginning, on the day of the court case. God, that was a disaster. Simon was able to pull us through, but for a while I genuinely thought we had lost our name. I had worried non stop over everything recently, and I needed a break.