Once the ambulance arrived, Louis requested that I come with him to the hospital.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
He nodded. As they loaded him into the ambulance he groaned as he was jostled around. The doors closed and we were alone except for one medic who didn't seem concerned about Louis' state.
I sat in awkward silence as the vehicle sped to the hospital. When I least expected it, Louis snuck his hand from his waist, into my hand, holding it in a tight grip.
I looked down at our hands, then at Louis who had his eyes closed in concentration. Probably trying not to think about the giant gash in his stomach.
I took this moment to study his features. He had a perfectly defined face, with contours and angles. His brows were knit in thought and his lips were pursed. He was handsome.
Oh my god. What am I thinking? I'm so weird! We only just met and i'm looking at him like he's man meat!!
Suddenly, his eyes opened and he looked up at me, crystal blue eyes ablaze.
"It's not polite to stare, sweetheart." He said, his cockiness returning.
I let out a huff and muttered "whatever" as I turned my head so he wouldn't see my cheeks turn a dark crimson.
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A/N: hi its me again! :) just wanted to tell y'all that I will be changing pov soon! Don't worry! That's all, byeee!
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FanfictionGood girl Jess is just that; a great student, loving daughter and plays by the rules. The total opposite of punk football player, Louis Tomlinson. Louis' bad rep is something Jess knows to stay away from but a risky decision leaves Jess's trust in t...