Hostages

twenty six

- Andrea -

The three words came from his mouth like a symphony. It was everything I imagined. You know, besides the hospital and the bleeding, and the gunshot, and the fact that we were just held hostage together, but other than that, it was the best thing has ever happened to me.

I grinned, widely, and my heart slowed its pace. This was the best day of my entire life. I leaned back into him, our lips molding together.

Now this was a kiss. But kissing Louis just made me think about Niall and I last night. The guilt struck me like a lightning bolt along with a terrible rush of anger.

How could Niall have done that? How could he have told them everything? I thought I could trust him. I thought he would actually keep my secret. I guess I was stupid enough to believe it. God, I could really hit him right now.

But that's done now.

Everything is about Louis and I. It's an amazing relief to know that he feels the same way. This is all I've ever dreamed of since the moment I knew I was in love with him. Louis made me happy. Louis made me feel good. Louis made me feel safe. Not Niall.

Niall's an asshole, pardon my French.

"So," Louis croaked when I pulled from our kiss, scooching towards him. I took his hand and laced my fingers through. "Now what?"

"Well first," I began, remembering his four best friends out there. "The boys are dying to see you."

"Can you get them for me, love?" His voice sang and it made me melt to know he called me that. I couldn't stop smiling. Everything was going to be amazing now.

I nodded, standing up, leaving the room. I walked out into the waiting room and they all stood up. All but Niall who was not in the room. Not that I care.

I sighed, the same smile plastered on my face. "He wants to see you guys."

They all grinned with happiness, racing each other to the room. I followed behind them as they surrounded the bed and tried to hug him. I could tell Louis was in pain.

"Guys, watch it," I tried to yell over the noise of laughter and happiness. "He's still broken and in a lot of pain."

The doctor entered the room behind me and spoke, "Boys, settle down. He needs space." He demanded. His name tag read Dr. Green.

When the three rambunctious boys settled on the couch, Liam spoke, eagerly, "When can he be out?"

"Well, it was a pretty bad wound and seeing the state he is now it may take up to the maximum of two months." The doctor predicted.

I was leaning next to Louis' headboard as my hand draped over his left shoulder. Louis was deep in thought, taking small breaths. I just studied him. His features were so kind, so gentle. How could anyone have ever wanted to hurt him?

"Oh man," Liam frowned, speaking for the band. "We're gonna have to cancel a lot of shows."

The boys all sighed.

A small knock came from the open door, all of our attention was directed to it. Niall stood there in the doorway before walking in with a smile. He walked over and tried to hug the crippled Louis.

"Hey man," Niall greeted, pulling back. "How you feeling?"

"Well, I'm in a lot of pain and I can hardly breathe," he paused and looked up at me, smiling goofily. "But I couldn't be happier."

Niall's smile faded as he looked up at me and licked his lips. I looked away. I couldn't stand to be anywhere near him but I am not leaving Louis.

The room fell silent and the tension was suddenly awkward. I looked over at the other boys to see them all exchanging glances and looking at their feet.

Great. Well this outta be fun.