Verified (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 7 - Fire Smoke

It was still pitch dark but my consciousness started coming back. I felt like I was out for a whole month. It was restful, having nothing to think about or worry about, because well I was unconscious. I tried to move but my body was numb. I put all my energy in trying to get my hand up to my face or move my finger, but nothing. Absolutely nothing!! I huffed in silence at the annoyance of the matter because when you imagine me, Louis Tomlinson, not being able to fuckin make a move?

The boy that at 2 years old saw me in a mirror at some clothing shop with my mum and thought that there was another boy looking at me so I decided I wanted to play with him. I ran to the mirror to grab this boy and the mirror came shattering down on my leaving me on the floor pulling out broken pieces of the glass out of my legs and my mum screaming in the shop and the “tragedy” in front of her eyes. Little did I know that the boy was in fact my own reflection and I was rushed into hospital that day and got sixteen stitches on both legs.

The boy who when was 9, scored a football straight into my stepdad’s buttocks and when he came to catch me I ran around the field for a good straight half hour, tired out my dad’s breath, kept on running and no one found me till it was 7pm. Oh and btw, this happened at around 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

The boy who at 11 years old, went to the zoo with my family and got fascinated my giraffes so I ditched my mum to go feed the giraffes, jumped the gates, managed to climb a tree so that I was the same height of the freakishly long animals, grabbed some leaves and started feeding the damn giraffes. I still got a scar from that day on my right leg because my mum decided to shout my name get me down from the tree and that scared the hell out of me,, lost my balanced and fell off of the tree.

See what I mean now? I was bloody frustrated that I couldn’t move and let anyone know I was alive. I knew Ed was in the same room with me because I heard him mumbling to himself. My guess is he was playing with his Nintendo. I still don’t know what happened or what caused this.

I got the hint when I felt my throat hurt and my stomach clenched in with pressure. I felt something inside me wanting to come out, like I could burst any second. I couldn’t hold the feeling inside so I coughed up everything that was upsetting me inside.

I kept coughing for a while wondering how long it would be till I emptied myself, small cough coming out due to the lack of energy.

“Louis…Louis” I heard Ed calling my name is I kept on coughing. “Oh my god Lou, I’ll go get the nurse”

What!? Nurse?? Does that mean that I uhm…I …I… was I in hospital?

Panic filled my body and I continued coughing more than I was before. I don’t know how, probably with shock, but I manage to open my eyes and the first thing I saw was a big fat woman rushing towards me. I gasped in fright s I saw her making her way over me.

She was wearing her blue uniform. Her hair was tied up in a bun messily, I don’t know if the ‘messy’ part was intentional but anyway. She had a huge pair of glasses over her eyes, clearly covering a horrendous case of massively large uni-brows. I mean really…how much can a little bit of wax hurt a lady?

My eyes widened as I felt a huge pair of hands lifting me up into a sitting position. Despite the discomfort of her humongous hands on my shoulder, I must say, that position was waaay better for my sore chest.

“It’s okay Mr. Tomlinson. Let it all out dear” she said as she patted my back to help me cough up…spoke too soon.

Her hands against my back felt like I was a tiny tennis ball, because let’s face facts, I wasn’t a big person…quite short and skinny, a tiny tennis ball being smacked with a huge racquet, back and forth during a championship game.