Running Bases With You

Chapter 26

*Louis' POV*

"Louis? Is that you mate?"

I walk into my flat and throw my keys on the tray by the door. The kitchen and living room lights are on, and I hear the sound of rushing feet.

Liam and Harry come running into the hallway and their eyes widen at the sight of the red cast on my arm.

"What the hell is that?!" Liam points at it, alarm clear in his voice.

I only sigh and roll my eyes tiredly. "Can't this wait? It's two in the morning, and I'm really fucking tired."

Annabeth and I went to the hospital as planned, but who knew that nine o'clock was the most popular emergency room time? We waited until nearly midnight to go back to a room, and we waited until one to see the doctor. The doctor took one look at me and he was so shocked, he dropped his clipboard on the floor and all of his papers scattered everywhere. After the doctor finally got his shit together (not forgetting that he apologized over one hundred times, l i t e r a l l y) , he ordered a round of x-rays and hooked me to an IV to give me something for the pain. After I finished getting x-rays, a nurse, that I'm pretty sure had the hots for me, gave me an ice pack (not without a wink and a call me gesture, like, ew..you've got to be at least forty) and I waited for the doctor to come back for another thirty minutes. Then, he confirmed that I indeed had a fracture in, not one, but two fucking places. I was beyond furious, and I think he knew that because he didn't come back after that. A new doctor, who was a lot more calm and collected, came in and placed my cast, telling me all the things I can and can't do for the six to eight weeks I'll be wearing the stupid thing. He gave me a prescription for some pain killers and sent me on my way, apologizing for having to wait so long and all the trouble that was caused.

Annabeth drove us to her house and gave me a huge lecture on how sorry she was for happened, if I needed anything or any help with things to call her, and if I was in pain to make sure not to forget to take my pain killers. She gave me a tight hug, with another apology, and a hesitant kiss on the lips before finally letting me go, and I was grateful. She really cares, even though she maybe cares a bit too much.

She's just worried about you, Louis.

I know, but it makes me feel bad.

If anything, it should make you feel better. She cares about you Louis, whether you care to admit that or not.

I walk past the two, ignoring their questions, and going into the kitchen to get a glass of water to take my meds.

"Could you at least sum it up for us on what happened?" Liam suggests, still trying to get something out of me.

I sigh, groaning and throwing my head back in frustration. "Shit just happened, alright? I'll explain everything in the morning."

Harry steps forward, an angry look on his face. "Louis. Seriously? You can't just walk in here with a broken wrist and not at least give us somewhat of an explanation. You've been gone all night long, we were worried sick!"

I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. "Yes, I actually can. Last time I checked, this is my flat, not yours. You moved out of here ages ago, in case you forgot."

He shakes his head, clearly frustrated and beyond furious. "Yes, I know that Louis, I haven't forgotten. You could've at least called us though! We came by to see how things went, and you weren't here, so we decided to wait. We've been here since eleven-thirty."

I stare at the both of them in disbelief. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! I'm twenty-two years old for God's sake, I'm not a child! It isn't your job to barge into my house at late hours of the night and worry why I'm home or not! You're not responsible for me, I'm responsible for myself!"