The Change {Louis Tomlinson~AU~PUNK~}

Chalter 15: Daddy?

*JESSE'S POV*

I wake up at 7:39 in the morning to my phone vibrating.

Louis is still asleep and has his arms and legs hooked around me just like last night.

I grab my phone and answer.

"Hello." I say in a sleepy voice while yawning.

I hear crying.

"J-Jesse!" My mum cries out.

"What happened?" I asked panicky.

"S-Sly, y-your dad, h-he got s-shot!" She cries.

Tears spill immediately.

Sounds of a broken heart leave my mouth.

I hang up on my mum.

I start sobbing.

Louis jumps and asks in a panicked voice, "What's wrong?"

I don't answer him.

He quickly raps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap just like last night. He hugs me tightly.

Loud sobs come out of my mouth every second. I don't get why all of these bad things keep happening to me. First my brother leaves me and now my dad.

I burry my face in his neck and hold onto him like there's no tomorrow.

He swings us back and forth slowly. It helps me calm down more when he does that.

My gasps are more quiet and are slowing down now. I'm still crying my eyes out.

"Shhh sh." He whispers trying to calm me down.

He grabs my arms and pushes me back slowly and looks me in the eyes.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"he asks.

"M-my d-dad got s-shot." I stutter. This feels like a dream, but I know it's for real.

He hugs me again tightly.

He puts his chin on top my head.

My sobs are loud again.

He grabs my phone and reads something.

"Please stop crying. Your mum texted saying that your father is still breathing and is in the hospital under a operation." He informs me.

I hear my phone ding again.

"She also says that they said that your dad has a 85% chance of staying alive." He says.

It calms me down a little but I'm still broken about it.

My head is killing me and my throat feels like its all scratched up.

"C-can y-you get me s-some medi-dicine?" I ask.

"Sure. What kind?" He asks.

"Heada-ache a-and my t-throat is k-killing me." I inform him.

He gets up and walks down stairs.

I hear shouting down stairs while waiting.

The voices shout, "GO!"

"NO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED LOUIS!"

I can tell its Louis and his mum bickering.

He stomps back upstairs with two tablets and a cough drop in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

He hands them to me.

I thank him and take the medicine and water, then put the cough drop in my mouth.