The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty - Lou Speaks

Chapter Twenty - Lou Speaks

*Louis' Point Of View*

     She's in complete and utter denial! She doesn't understand a thing! I ranted to myself silently as I rolled as fast as I could down the hallway of that god-forsaken hospital. I didn't really know why I was still there, my doctor told me I could have left two days ago. But I didn't want to go. Because of her.

      I honestly didn't even understand why I still stuck around, why I still fought for her. But I couldn't lie to myself; the reason I was still around was so obvious.

     I loved her.

      I shook my head at the mere thought. What did I, of all people, know about love? I lost Eleanor to another man, who obviously loved her more. Before that, I lost Hannah. The list goes on and on. And here was Charlotte, whom I loved more than I could ever imagine. And she was in love with my best friend. My best friend, who, by the way, now knew all about my love for his girlfriend. Who talked to me every day about how much he loved her, how he was certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, who cared for her and protected her like no other. Who saved my life.

      If Harry hadn't tackled Sully a few nights ago...only God knows what would have happened to me. He could have shot a third time, hit me in the heart or the forehead or some other life threatening spot. It pissed me off so much, the fact that I owed him.

     I rolled into my room and turned off my act, getting up from my wheelchair and limping over to my closet. Granted, I was still in pain whenever I walked, but the physical therapy paid off a lot. I could use crutches now and not have to be constantly glued to the damn wheelchair. I was surprised that Charlotte didn't notice how I could lift myself onto the bed with her. She could be so oblivious sometimes...

      I groaned, clutching my hair and slumping onto my bed, resting my elbows on my knees. I couldn't get her out of my thoughts. Why was it so damn difficult to stop thinking about her?! She had totally blown me off, refused to tell me that she loved me when I knew she did! It was basically radiating from her body, her expression whenever she saw me practically screamed "I'M IN LOVE WITH LOUIS TOMLINSON!"  I just couldn't make her admit it. And it killed me.

      I got up, slipping my jeans on and ripping off my stupid hospital dress, the thing was annoying as hell anyway. As I was putting my shirt on, I spotted Chelsea walking Niall down the hallway. Her eyes connected with mine as she saw me fully standing, getting dressed, without any difficulty. Her jaw dropped and she pulled Niall into my room, not even bothering to knock. Niall stared at me in disbelief as she slammed the door shut.

      "WHAT THE HELL?! YOU CAN WALK?!" Chelsea shouted. 

      "Shhhhh!" I urged, covering her mouth and glancing out the window. I walked around her, closing the curtains and then walking back to my closet. I continued to get dressed as she and Niall watched.

     "Would you mind telling us how you can walk?" she demanded, crossing her little pixie arms. She was so small and minuscule. I stopped dressing and gave her a nonchalant look, as to say "really?" She scoffed and plopped down on my bed as I nodded, smiling. Niall gulped deeply, running his hand across the spot on his neck which had been cut, which was now covered with bandages.

      "Lou, what's going on?" he croaked. I slipped my Toms on and looked at him sympathetically. He looked so sad and fragile as he inspected me, utterly confused.