Broken [Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 18

Rose's POV

I woke up, well, not from the coma, but from sleeping while in a coma. If that makes sense. It doesn't...oh well.

I 'wake' up to Harry holding my hand and talking.

"Lou is the worst I've seen him at, Rose, he's drinking heavier than before, he not thinking straight." ha says.

I shake my finger back and forth quickly, as if to say No!

"He thinks you hate him, Rose." he says quietly, hoping I didn't hear him. Oh, but I did.

My finger shakes violently as if to let him know I didn't.

"He's sad that you didn't acknowledge him when he came to see you." he says. He came to see me? Louis came to see me?? There was no way.

I let my finger go limp, and then slowly moved it around like it was stretching.

"You were stretching?" Harry asks me. If I could have looked at him, it would have been a 'Are you kidding me?' look.

I shake my finger, then repeat the first motion.

"You...you were sleeping!!" he says, finally realizing what I said. I nod my finger.

"Oh, my god, Rose, Lou's destoying himself for nothing!" Harry exclaims.

He's destroying himself because of me. I thought sadly.

"I have to get his lazy arse down here!" he says, running a hand through his hair. Even though I can't see him, I know he did it. He always does when he thinks.

He thinks I hate him, even though he doesn't. He hates me even though I thought he loved me. I felt a tear run down my cheek, and feel Harry's hand on my cheek.

"It's ok, Rose, it's fine." he says quietly.

But it wasn't. It really wasn't. I love him, he hates me. He thinks I hate him, even though I love him, and he hates me even though I loved him. It REALLY wasn't alright. In fact, it was far from it. Far, far from it.

The one person in the world who I thought loved me for who I was, who was my first, and only love, hates me.

Why? Because I was sleeping, and I didn't know he was here? What's wrong with that?

The problem is that he didn't know, Rose, he didn't know. I couldn't believe it. A lyric of my all time favorite song plays through my head.

'Did I really make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?' the thought played over and over, untill I heard the door slam, meaning Harry had left, and I was alone.

I drift off into unconsciousness and try to keep the thought of Louis out of my head.

It didn't work.

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Again, short and sucky, but I'm trying to get to chappie 20, but it's like moving thorough molasses. It's maddeningly slow. Sorry!