Liam's POV)
As soon as Eleanor walked in, you could tell Lou was still in love with her. They were perfect for each other & they knew it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Louis asked.
"Well, I met this little girl and she's a patient in this hospital. I thought I'd come check up on her. She's battling leukemia," Eleanor calmly stated.
Louis' defensive demeanor softened, as he looked at Eleanor with awe. Her saying that just made him fall for her all over again. Well, maybe he'll let Niall have a fair shot with Megan now.
"Eleanor, may I talk to you in private please?"
Honestly, I didn't think Lou would have the balls to ask her that. He glances at me as he says it & I take the hint. I grab Rachel's hand and we make our way out of the bathroom.
(Megan's POV)
Harry walks into the room. "Hey Megan. How ya feelin?"
I answer honestly. "Well, physically, I'm not too bad. Mentally, I'm so confuzzled." Harry laughs and questions my vocabulary, "Confuzzled?" I laugh too & reply, "Some word Rachel made up. She thought it was too 'normal' to say confused. I guess she's rubbed off on me." His face settles back on serious and he cautiously asks, "And emotionally?" "Emotionally? I can't handle this.. I'm all over the place.." I say, a tear slipping out of my eye & rolling down my cheek. He quickly comes to the side of the bed & enfolds me in a hug. I hug back. He whispers into my ear, "Eleanor's here.."
Eleanor. Louis' ex-girlfriend. So that's why he kissed me. He was trying to get over her. I knew there was something off with our kiss. It felt good, no mistake. But we just didn't have any chemistry.
"Oh great. More competition. Have you fucked her yet Harry?" We abandon our embrace & see Niall standing in the doorway with a Hirt look on his face. Is that really what he thinks of me? That I'm just trying to have sex with as many of them as I can? I feel the tears start to fall freely down my face. I can't keep them in any longer. "Oh g-d. No no no no no no no. Don't cry! Megan, please don't cry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" Niall is frantically trying to assure me I misunderstood him as he rushes to me, practically lays on the bed beside me, and smooths my hair out of my face. He continues with his fretting, "I'm just so confused right now! I really like you! And I know I should have told you before Lou got the chance to come in & steal you. It was all my fault. He couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful and sweet and mysterious. I'm surprised I'm not fighting all the boys for you. But I may be now. If I were you, I wouldn't even consider me after what I just said. I'm so so SO sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I-" I stop him with a gentle kiss on his plump, but pale lips. And as soon as our lips touch, I know. He's the one. It was him all along. There's no way it could ever be anyone else. "What does that mean? Niall asks, looking excited, but still cautious, trying to assess if he's being played or not. "That means, you were never fighting ANY of the boys," I state with certainty, smiling. He smiles back & leans in for another kiss. Harry had slipped out sometime during Niall's extensive apology, so taking advantage of the fact that we're alone, I deepen the kiss. He climbs the rest of the way up on the bed, and we become locked in one another's embrace. Oddly enough a line from an Avril Lavigne song pops into my head. "This innocence is brilliant." I would be content just laying in his arms for the rest of eternity. Not that I don't want something more with him. I can't wait for that day (wink wink). But right now, this is all that I need. We fall asleep like that. Still locked in each other's arms. And for the first night in a long time, I'm not haunted by anything in my dreams. I sleep peacefully, without moving an inch, aching to see what the future will bring.
