More than Friends

Chapter 18

So this is one of the last chapters, so I hope you enjoy it! Kimberly's outfit is on the external link on the side :) if you can't find it or get it, it's on my polyvore page, my name is proprocrastinatorr same as on wattpad!

I love you all!

xx -S

"No, you can't!" I nearly scream in his face. "No one can know that I remember.... Until we formulate a plan.." I say reluctantly.

He gives me a confused look, and I smile mischeviously. He opens his mouth to speak, and I grin brightly.

"What did you have in mind?"

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That night consisted of a lot of stupid ideas, a half eaten Subway sandwich, and a few tears shed. But in the end, we had it planned out, and I had Luke to thank for it.

"Alright, well I get out in a few hours, could you wait on me?" I ask, hoping that he will say yes.

A guilty look spreads across his face, and he frowns slightly.

"I can't. We have sound check at four, and then the show starts at eight. The boys have decided to continue on with the tour to distract Louis. Got the text after he left the hospital yesterday afternoon..." He trails off. I sigh, knnwoing that I should've seen this coming. I only nod in response, and grab my phone off of the end table.

"It's alright, Luke. I will get my parenst to take me by the new apartment, help me get settled in.." I say, trying my absolute hardest not to make him feel bad.

He just nods sadlly, and his phone makes a beeping noise from his pocket. He imediatly grabs it, eyes scanning over the screen.

Another frown hugs his lips, and he looks up at me.

"I'm really sorry, but they need me back at the arena.." He says, a sad look on his face. I just nod, and try my best to put a smile on my face. He did, after all, just stay up all night with me so that I could get my boyfriend back.

"Okay, I gotta get going now, but text me if you need anything." He smiles down at me from his six foot something stature. I grin, and nod at him. He bends down, and places a friendly kiss on my forehead, and exits the room with one last goodbye.

I sigh, and look around the plain white room. I didn't realize how boring this room was until I was sitting, wide awake, by myself in the bed. Plain white walls, the occasional flicker of the light, an inspirational poster hanging in a frame telling me to 'hang in there', and who can forget the smell of antiseptic.

Another sigh, and I rest my head back against the head rest. Soon enough, I feel my eyes getting heavy, and the effects of the two bottles of mountain dew I drank last night wearing off, and eventually, I let myself slip into unconciousness.

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"Honey.." I'm being shaken lightly, but I simply groan and turn over in the bed. "Sweetheart, come on, it's time to go. We have your discharge papers right here." And with those words, I sit up in my bed, and groggily rub the sleep out of my eyes.

No one says a word as the nurses unhook me from the several IV's attatched to my arm, and help me into a wheelchair waiting beside my bed. They roll me out to my parents car which is waiting by the curb, and help me to hobble into the back seat.

The chilly interior sends a shiver through my body, and my dad chuckles from the front seat as we pull out of the hospital parking lot. We ride in silence for a while, but eventually my mother turns in her seat to look at me.