Broken [Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 17

Sorry for the suckiness, but I'm trying to fill space untill chappie 20. >.< makes me mad I have to give such crappy and short chapters. Sorry!

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Louis' POV

I walk in drunkenly into the flat, to see the boys there. Rose was still in the hospital, and the doctors urged us to leave and eat, and go to sleep. The boys still visited her. I didn't have the heart to.

I collapse onto the couch. I had gotten more and more drunk, skipped practices, rehearsals, everything. I just didn't have will anymore. I didn't have the will to live, breathe, nothing.

"Louis, you have to get out of this thing your in, and hope Rose gets better!" Harry yells as I turn on the T.V.

"You see, the problem with that statement Harry, IS THAT SHE ISN'T!" I yell back.

"She is, and you would see if you ever spared enough drinking time to even see her!" he yells at me.

"If she's not awake, talking to me, then she's not better!" I yell.

"You don't even care about her!" he yells.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and slowly turn my head. "If you think for one second that I don't care about her, you are crazy." I say firmly, and quietly.

"Well, you sure as hell don't show it!" he yells, his green eyes on fire.

"I can't Harry, I can't, and you know why I can't?" I ask him. "I can't because shes in a COMA, Harry, a god forsaken coma..." I trail off, and sit down on the couch, my hands grabbing handfuls of my hair.

He sits down next to me, and pats my back. "I know, Lou, I know..." he says, and leans on my shoulder.

The rest of the boys came down from the stairs where they were watching us, and hugged me.

I didn't know what to do. Then it hit me. I had to see Rose.

I told the guys, and they nodded, motioning to the car. I nod, and grab the keys.

We arrive at the hospital, and get let in immediately. I take a deep breath, and walk in. Rose sat there, her soft strawberry blonde hair framing her face. She had at least some color in her cheeks.

"Hi, uh, Rose." I say and sit down. She doesn't make a sign she heard me. I look to the guys, and Harry mouths 'She's mad.'

"I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier, Rose, but I couldn't." I say, hoping for something. Anything. Nothing happens.

"Please, Rose." I say, pleading in my voice, and take her hand. I don't feel anything.

"I can't do this." I say, and stand up, backing to the door. I couldn't do it. She wouldn't even acknowledge that I was alive. That's your own fault, I think to myself. And I knew it was.

'I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue...' I play that lyric from 'Apoligize' by One Republic. Again and again.

"I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue..." I sing quietly, and enter the one place I knew.

The bar.

After 5 drinks, I felt so lost, I couldn't even explain it. I knew this was bad. This was bad. Rose will hate me forever.

She already does. And with that thought, I gulp down a 6th drink.

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Can someone say bad? Yes. But hey, I'm sorry!!!!!! >.<