The Barmaid - A One Direction/ Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter Nine

AN - This took ages because I was on holiday and I haven't been able to shake my writers block that I've had for about two months... I am dying here... Anywhooo, if you like this for some reason (xD) then vote/comment/fan because it does mean the world and I freak out when I see it. MAJOR LOVE FOR EVERYONE RIGHT NOW, I REALLY FANCY A DOMINOS PIZZA, MMMM PEPPERONI IS MY LOVER. IM QUITE HYPER CAN YOU TELL?? much love xxx

Henri’s POV

Omg.

My poor One Direction heart is fangirling right now.

Louis is being so caring.

So attentive.

The only time he left her bedside since she came into the hospital three days ago was to pick her parents up from the airport and take them to the hospital to see her.

Plus toilet breaks of course…

But they don’t count!

The other boys and I have brought him a couple of changes of clothes and have managed to find a shower in the hospital that Louis can use, that not far from Grace’s hospital room.

On the way to collect her parents, he must have stopped by a WHSmiths, because he came back with a bag filled with five of her favourite magazines, her favourite book, two bags of Galaxy Minstrels, a One Direction pen and matching notebook – which gained him odd looks whilst he was paying – teasing her by saying she could use them to write her 1D sexual frustrations she must be having, after being around him for so long and not ‘having her wicked way’ with him.

She slapped him playfully on the arm, but sat up and wrapped her arms round his neck anyway, burying her head into the crook of his neck, “Thank you.” She whispered.

Louis’ POV

I pulled her closer by her waist, taking it upon myself to keep her safe no matter what, “Anytime babe.” I felt Grace smile into my neck, and as she pulled away I saw a faint blush on her face.

She was so adorable.

At this point the doctor walking into the room, “Good morning Miss McIlroy, Mr Tomlinson, how are you feeling?” He said politely, whilst flipping through a file from Grace’s bedside.

I rubbed my aching neck remembering my awful night’s sleep that I’ve had for the past two nights sleeping on a tiny chair in the corner of Grace’s room.

“Alright thanks!” Grace replied chirpily, “My parents have come to visit, they are just in the canteen at the moment!”

“Oh that’s nice,” The doctor smiled, he really was a nice guy, “So, Grace. Today is your first day of your therapy! How are you feeling about that huh?”

“Excited!” Grace replied, grinning like a little girl, I couldn’t help but grin with her, she looked so beautiful with her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy bun, no make-up, “Hopefully soon I’ll be able to actually use my legs properly soon!”

Thankfully the severity of Grace’s symptoms had improved over the past few days, and it seemed like it would take only a month, two at the max, to get Grace back on her feet.

Then on her knees…

Oh my god, did I actually just think that!

I’m turning into Harry!

~later on~

I guess this isn’t too bad.

Yeah being in the hospital isn’t a very enjoyable experience, but I get to see Grace.

As I push her on her wheelchair to the physiotherapy room, she’s babbling on.

She has such a gorgeous personality, she won’t let anything get her down, even the fact that she can’t walk.

She’s carrying on smiling, making people laugh.

It’s inspirational really…

“So, Louis I know you have had the doctors show you what to do, if you have any problems just pick up that phone by the door and it automatically dials through to the nearby nurses.” The doctor explains, then he leaves the room, his theory is that patients recover quicker if they are with people they care about, I dunno if it’ll actually work but I guess anything is worth a try…

“Are you ready?” I smile at Grace after walking in front of the wheelchair so she can see me.

She grinned broadly, “Let’s do this!”

I carefully picked her up from the chair, a carried her to the anti-gravity treadmill, I secured her a started the machine, slow at first.

I went in front of it, so I could face her whilst she ran, I rested my elbows on the front and just smiled at her.

“What are you so happy about Tomlinson?” She teased.

I grinned broader, “That I actually had the nerves to give you my number… I know it’s my fault you’re in this situation-”

She interrupted me, “It is not your fault!”

I sighed, knowing it was but also knowing she is too nicer person to admit it.

“Anyway, although it’s awful this has happened to you, it has given me an excuse to see you every day, and I love it…” I blushed.

Grace’s POV

Is Louis flirting with me?

Does he like me?

In a like me like me kind of way?

Can he tell that every time I see him I mentally wet myself from excitement?

That sounds weird but you know when you were really little and you met Mickey Mouse at Disneyland and you were just so in love you peed?

Or maybe that was just me…

Awks

Anywhooo…

As I jog gently in this weird machine that will apparently fix me, I can see Louis mouth moving, I can tell he’s talking to me but I’m not really listening.

All I’m doing is staring at him.

He is so gorgeous and he is here, spending his days, with me.

He cares about me.

Although I suppose Kieran cared about me.

Or at least he seemed to care…