One Big Disaster [OneDirection] SEQUAL TO ONE MAGAZINE. ONE YEAR. ONE DIRECTION

Hooking Up With A Broken Arm - Chapter Four.

Hellllooo!

I'm so unbelievably tired right now, my vision is starting to blur.

I also typed this on my phone, so sorry in advance!

BUT EVEN MORE DRAMA THIS CHAPTER!!

YAY!

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Corrine :D

My arm started throbbing as the ice melted, unable to numb the pain away anymore. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from yelping. When we made it outside, I slid into the drivers seat. Niall couldn't drive legally.

"Cory, let Niall drive." Alex said, sliding into the back seat.

"Absolutely not." I protested. "He can't drive legally."

Niall 'Pfft'ed. "Like that's ever stopped me before."

He picked me up from the drivers seat, walking around, and placing me in the passenger side. He strode back over to the driver side and started the engine.

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I was nervous at first when Niall pulled out of the parking lot, running a red light in the process. After that, he made minimal mistakes. He was even a better driver than Alex, who had a tendency to speed and make sharp turns. She has the tickets to prove it, too.

We made it to the hospital in 10 minutes flat. Alex rushed me inside, quickly checking me in, and took a seat on the edge of the row. Niall sat next to her, followed by me. The lady at the reception desk said it would be at least a 30 minute wait. My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, stopping me before I could complain.

From: LouisHasTheSexiestButtEVER!<3

Where are you?

To: LouisHasTheSexiestButtEVER!<3

Emergency room, why?

I slid my phone back in my pocket and rested my head on Niall's shoulder. My arm hurt like a mother fucker. It took everything I had to not cry. I refuse to cry because of an injury. When my phone vibrated, I took it out again.

From: LouisHasTheSexiestButtEVER!<3

Omg. Did Liam really hurt you that bad???

To: LouisHasTheSexiestButtEVER!<3

Yeah.

I really wasn't in the mood to talk to any member of One Direction except Niall. He didn't turn his back on me, even though he got shit for it. I appreciated it more than he'll ever know.

I snuggled closer into Niall. He instinctively tightened his grip around my waist. Niall made me feel loved, something I didn't feel often. I listened to his steady breathing, falling into a deep sleep.

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I awoke to a boy hovering over me. I gasped, shooting up right in my chair. After taking in my surroundings, I realized that I was still in the hospital waiting room. I rubbed my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked, still groggy from my nap.

"9:00, love." Louis answered, sitting next to me. He took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers.

It took everything I had to not to jerk away. As much as I wanted to, his touch made the butterflies in my stomach erupt and go crazy. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. It felt nice to be touched by him again, I really missed it.

"Where are the others?"

Louis chuckled. "I sent Niall and Alex home. They were tired."

I nodded absentmindedly, enjoying the feeling of Lou's hand in mine. I needed him right now. I could be mad later if I wanted to.

"Corrine Parker." The nurse called.

I stood, Louis and our intertwined fingers following suit. "That's me."

"Right this way." Louis and I made our way to the back, towards a door labeled "X-RAY". She motioned towards a chair. "You have to sit out here, sir." Lou nodded and sat down obediently. I chuckled to myself. He could be so serious sometimes.

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*11:00 PM*

I tiptoed into the house, Louis not straying far behind. After finding out that my arm was, in fact, broken, Lou and I snuck some money to a man who got us the strongest alcohol he could find. We downed a lot of it in the park down the street.

I wanted to forget the my arm was broken. I wanted to forget about the stupid cast. I wanted to forget that i had to get surgery soon to set it back so I can dance sooner. I wanted to forget that I was a fuck up. I wanted to forget that I wasn't loved. I wanted to forget how bad I made people's lives.

I wanted to be stress free.

I wanted to be loved.

Louis and I laughed out loud at nothing in particular, stumbling our way to my bedroom. My mind was fuzzy and I could barely form thoughts in my head. So far, this night was going amazing.

Without thinking, I grabbed Lou and kissed him. Hard. Even drunk, he was an amazing kisser. Drowned in his kisses, we faltered onto my bed. His hands felt every inch of my body that I had to offer. He ripped my shirt off in one swift movement. He moved his mouth to my neck, kissing the whole way down to my pants.

I couldn't tell you how amazing it felt. How I knew he wanted for me to be his. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, this was the moment he was waiting for.

Chills ran up and down my body with every movement he made. It was as if our bodies were made to be together.

"Louis," I breathed. "Fuck me."

I have never been so sure of something in my life.

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*The Next Morning*

I woke up to the sound of a light snoring. I groaned at the light seeping through the blinds, which only made my pounding head feel worse. I sat up gently. I took this opportunity to look over to where the snoring was coming from.

Next to me lay a very naked, but very attractive looking, Louis. Suddenly, the memories from last night came whirling back to me.

I had sex with Louis Tomlinson.

And I loved every second of it.