Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

I awoke with a gasp. I found myself still beside Louis in the hospital bed. I turned to him and he was in the same position as before. I began studying him.

His chest moved up and down with his steady breaths.

My stomach did a flip as I examined him. I didn't understand why. I brushed it off as me just being hungry.

I turned the opposite way and looked at the clock that hung above the light brown hospital door.

It was seven pm, which meant I had a mere half an hour to stay. I turned to face the ceiling again and sighed pleasantly.

"This was nice, Louis. Just relaxing with you. I wish it was a two way thing rather than just me sleeping with an unconscious body beside me," I told him.

I realized that sounded pretty terrible, then started to chuckle so much, it became a chortle.

After I settled down, I got off the bed and stretched.

I crack my neck, then headed to the door. "I'm heading out to get some food from the cafeteria. I'll be back in a few, love."

I walked out, and after walking a bit, I realized the word love had slipped from my mouth instead of mate. I stopped for a second in the middle of the hall, then began walking again.

"It couldn't have meant anything. It must of just been a small slip up," I quietly told myself.

But, that has never happened to me before. I have never accidentally said love. I only ever say love if I mean it. I would never throw it out there willy nilly.

I found myself walking into the cafeteria, and instantly forgot the thought.

I stood in the large queue for a while till it was my turn. I ordered a cream cheese bagel and walked back to the hospital room.

As soon as I left the cafeteria I remembered my thought once again, almost instantly.

Does me calling him love mean something? Is he some long lost brother? Relative even?

It can't mean anything more than family or friend relations, right?

Oh, shut your mouth, Harry, you aren't gay. You loved Catherine. You love girls!

As soon as I walked into the hospital room, I closed the door behind me then looked at Lou.

He gave off a different glow. He shined.

After a few seconds of staring at him, I yelled out "I love girls!" I plopped down on the chair next to me.

I took off my jacket from the chair I sat on and wrapped it around my waist. I picked up my satchel and rose to my feet.

I walked over to the bed and stared down at Louis. "Goodbye, Louis," I breathed out.

I used my unoccupied right hand and tousled up Louis' hair. Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss his forehead. I leaned down a bit. I felt happy as well as sick to my stomach. I leaned down more then shook my head.

I turned in an instant and left the room, slamming the door, trying to keep any strange thoughts in that room.

That night I didn't eat dinner. I wasn't hungry, I was tired, although, that night I tossed and turned in bed, thinking of my strange thoughts that day.

Could I have just been over thinking things. Calling him love was probably a slip up after all.

Sure, Louis is handsome and rugged. His possible chocolate eyes. Fluffy chestnut hair. Pink and plump lips. Cute, button nose. Long eyelashes. Muscular figure. I bet he is extremely friendly, and nice. Cuddly even. He's probably those guys who everyone loves. The party doesn't start until they walk in. He's probably the life of the party. Probably also really funny. Telling corny jokes, but everyone laughs anyway. That's probably how Lou bear is.

What was I talking about again?

Right, saying love was just a slip up. Hey, I bet this whole day was. I bet I'm dreaming right now, and this day never existed. I probably never wore these clothes yet, and they are still neatly laid out on the carpet floor.

You know, I bet if I close my eyes right now, and "go to sleep", I will wake up from this strange dream, probably even forget it.

With that, I shut my eyes tight, and forgot about everything.

I awoke to my obnoxious alarm, and shut it off immediately. I stretched and yawned, my hands hitting the backboard and my feet hitting the foot board.

I remembered what I though last night and looked down.

But alas, I still wore last night's clothing. The memories of yesterday flood in. I took my pillow from underneath me and stuffed my face in it, groaning.

I'm such an idiot. Letting something like that slip from my lips. I can't be throwing that word around like it doesn't mean anything! I call my sister and mum that!

Finally, I rolled out of bed, and unwillingly, got ready ready for the day ahead of me.

I sat in my car later that day, staring blankly down my driveway, with hands gripping the steering wheel firmly.

Maybe, Louis can't hear me. Maybe, he didn't hear me call him 'love'. Maybe, he has but a clue to who I am, and that I have been communicating with him for a month!

Then again, maybe I don't want that to be true. A month down the drain. His feeling not the same.

Wait, what the hell? What 'feelings' am I going on about? The only feeling I have towards him is friend-like. Compassion. Pity. Understanding. The usual feelings toward a mate.

I finally snapped out of my bizarre thoughts and realized I haven't been driving my car.

I looked at the time and realized if I don't move now I will become tardy.

Quickly, I ignited the car, and drove down the driveway, and off to the all too familiar hospital.

Short, I know, but look! I have an all new cover as well as a trailer for this book! Yay! I hope you enjoy, loves! I will link the trailer soon!