Save Me Tonight (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 17

“Jen?” Louis’s voice echoed in my head. I fluttered my eyelashes until my eyes were completely open. I was in a big white room; it had a sink, a curtain, and a window. It’s very dull and boring, but the bed is super comfortable. I looked to my side and saw machines and some buttons.  I looked back up into Louis’s beautiful blue eyes; he was holding my hand and smiling big.

“Where am I?” I asked, frantically looking around.

“In the hospital.” He began, “You fainted shortly after the cops arrived, why that was? I don’t know.” He smiled, his eyes showing concern. I suddenly remembered, the fight, standing up to Jonah, him running away. My face turned pale, he’s still out there. I felt a throbbing on my wrist. I looked down and was greeted by a bulky cast around it.

“Oh yeah, you broke your wrist.” Louis informed while cringing. I winced at the pain, and held Louis’s hand tighter.

“Can I leave now?” I asked to no one in particular. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, Isabella went to your place to get your stuff. You are moving in with me.” He smiled. My heart leaped, I felt my whole body glow. I’m coming home to someone I love; I can check that off my list. I smiled at Louis’s before kissing him passionately.

“I’m going to make us dinner, to celebrate!” Louis exclaimed while jumping up and down on his seat. I laughed and he drove onto a curve from distraction.

“How is it driving in Canada?” I asked.

“Christ! It’s a challenge!” He laughed. He pulled into the parking lot of the apartment buildings and helped me out of the car. Everything seemed to hurt, I felt sore and there was a throbbing bruise under my eye. It didn’t matter; at least I’m finally with Louis’s. But Jonah is still out there, the scary thought wouldn’t leave my mind, no matter how much I try.

“I was thinking of making spaghetti or something.” He suggested. I don’t actually care what we eat, as long as it’s good.

“Sure, can I help make it?” I asked. He glared at me and shook his head frantically.

“You can’t! You’re a cripple now!” He laughed while pointing to my broken wrist. I punched his arm with my good hand and waited as he unlocked his door. I entered as soon as he opened it, leaping onto the comfy couch and snuggling in. I always found his apartment like my second home, even though now it’s my only home. I started to bounce up and down on the couch, trying to get as comfortable as I could. Even on my favourite couch, everything still hurt. Louis opened up the fridge and grabbed a champagne bottle out of it. He grabbed two wine glasses and brought them to the coffee table.

“It’s four o’clock in the afternoon.” I chuckled.

“So? We are celebrating!” He exclaimed while opening the frosted bottle. I shrugged my shoulders, even though it hurt, and waited as he poured the bubbly liquid into my glass. I grasped the glass in my hand and waited a few seconds. Examining the drink like it was poison.

“What’s wrong?” Louis asked a worried expression across his face.

 “I don’t know; does it worry you that Jonah isn’t caught yet?” I asked. His expression turned angry, like there was a fire burning from within.

“I guess I never thought of that. Don’t worry, he will be.” He snarled coldly, but not towards me, towards nothing. I was concerned, Louis’s the funny, immature (in a good way), and sweet guy. He doesn’t get this angry. I shrugged my shoulders and brought the glass to my lips; the bubbles popping against my upper lip. I took a big gulp and the liquid smoothly slid down my throat, refreshing my dry mouth. Before I could take another sip, there was a knock on the door.

“Must be Isabella with your stuff.” Louis said while opening the door. Five boys with flowers and chocolates stood on the other side.

“She lives!” Niall laughed while running towards me. I laughed and gave him a huge hug, wincing in pain. All the boys gave me a huge hug one-by-one, every time it hurt more and more.

“Hey guys! What’s all of this?” I chuckled.

“Well, Louis filled us in on the crazy-badass-awesome scene that went down, so we want to see if you’re okay.” Harry explained.  Liam rolled his eyes and punched Harry’s arm.

“It was hardly awesome! It was tragic, I’m sorry this happened Jen.” Liam apologized. I smiled at his sweet personality, always concerned.

“Where are the girls?” I asked.

“They want to have a girl’s night with you tomorrow, today they are all working and Isabella is getting your shit.” Niall explained. I shrugged and sat back down on the couch. The boys did the same and Zayn put his arm around me.

“I’m really happy you’re okay.” He whispered; I smiled while looking into his big brown eyes. In just about two weeks, I managed to make friends with all these boys. They feel like my family almost, except Louis, he feels like my missing half.

“You guys are drinking already?” Liam asked disapprovingly.

“We are celebrating! Shut the hell up!” Louis laughed while punching Liam’s arm. Niall’s phone started to vibrate and he answered.

“Hello?” He asked. I could hear heavy breathing from the other side.

“Niall, Jonah he’s... help....he’s...HE’S COMING...” The phone suddenly dropped from the other side and we could here yelling and screaming, “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE!” The line went dead. Niall’s face went pale, he turned towards us.

“That was Isabella.” Is all that escaped his lips before he started sobbing into his hands. My whole body froze, she’s getting my stuff. I leaped from the couch and ran towards the door. I felt a hand grip onto my arm and spun me around.

“I’m coming with you.” Louis whispered. I nodded and we both ran out of the apartment. I we sprinted down the stairs and burst out the front doors. We jumped into his car and he floored it towards my old house. It felt like my insides were boiling, I hate Jonah. Would if it’s too late? Would if he, I couldn’t even think it. As soon as Louis stopped the car in front of the house I exploded into a sprint. He was close behind me, I could here is frantic breaths. I opened the front door, it was unlocked. Louis pushed me aside so he was walking in front of me.

“It’s safer; I don’t want you getting hurt.” He whispered. I hated that he thought I was so fragile, I used to think that of myself, but now I know I’m stronger. We silently crept into the kitchen, not daring to make a sound. Louis signaled for me to go no further, he circled the counters. Suddenly, he stopped and gasped. I ran over to him, worried about what I will see. I covered my hand with my mouth, feeling the sob in the back of my throat.

There in front of me, is Isabella, lying in a pool of her own blood.