Look After You [A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 12

A/N: So, had @missrobynBhoran begging me to tell her what happened.. But didn't. So this chapter is dedicated to her;L aha. Nothing much to say really..:L but ENJOY;)

Chapter 12

He stood there trying to get his words out. Why couldn't he just tell me?

It's obviously bad...

"Louis, please tell me? You're really worrying me." I said to him.

"I, uh. Rosie, come here." He said, holding out his arms. Why was he trying to change the subject?

"Louis just fucking tell me." I screamed, getting a little annoyed know. Why couldn't he just tell me?

"It's your brother, it's Stan.." He said. Yeah, what about him? I raised my eyebrows at him, signalling him to go on.

"He's been in a car crash."

No.

This is exactly how my parents, you know, went. Please tell me I hadn't lost my brother?

"Is, is, he de-" Louis cut me off.

"No babe." He said pulling me into his arms. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I was trying to hold them back, but I couldn't. Something bad had obviously happened.

"C-can we go see him?" I said between cries.

"Yes, of course we can baby." He kissed my forehead. Normally his kisses, his hugs, he would make me feel safe, like nothing bad could happen. But now, I wasn't feeling that as such..

"Do you want to go and get something to eat or head straight there?" He asked me after a few minutes of silence.

"Go straight there." I wiped away my tears, trying to force away the new fresh ones. But it was no use. He was my brother. He was my only family. Because since my parents died, my aunts and uncles never took interest in us anymore..

"You go get ready babe." He said to me, which I did. I walked over to the closet, and grabbed out my leggings, and a long top. I put my hair up in a messy bun, and didn't bother putting any makeup on. It would just come off today anyway.

So much for a happy new year right?

"Ready?"

I sighed. I would never be ready. But I just wanted to see him.

"Ready."

He took my hand and we started to walk to the hospital, we learned from the last trip, that it wasn't that far from the hospital.

The whole walk, I couldn't stop thinking the 'what if's?'. What if he didn't make it? What if he's not that strong? What if I lose him?

I was really beating myself up.

I guess, I had to think positive.

We eventually arrived at the hospital checkouts.

"Hello, have you booked an appointment?" The lady behind the counter asked.

"Uh, no, we're here to.. To see my brother." I said, starting to tear up again.

"Okay, name please?" She asked.

"Stan Jones."

"Okay, we'll have a doctor come see you shortly, please take a seat." She smiled.

"Take a seat? I just want to see my brother." I said, getting louder.

"Please, just take a seat."

"Can't you tell us the room he's in, you can see she really wants to see him." Louis said.