Desirable

~24. Life and Happiness

"Brody drive faster!"

Clem runs her fingers through her hair, holding her head in her hands. It felt like she was going insane, her mind was racing a thousand miles an hour and she could hardly breathe. Brody pressed down on the accelerator.

"How long has he been in there for?" she asks, letting her hands fall from her tied-back hair. 

"Marlon got a call from Joyce yesterday. Clem what happened on your date?!" she frantically glances from the girl to her left then to the road. 

"I-I don't know, he never showed up." her voice trailed off as every unanswered question finally fell into place.

Louis didn't ditch her. He didn't abandon her outside the restaurant because he wanted to. He didn't reply to her calls and texts because he was ignoring her. He was in hospital the entire time, she was just too angry and upset to answer Brody and Marlon's calls. 

She pictured him alone in a hospital bed, and her heart ached. 

The girl was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't realise Brody had parked the car, she places a hand on her arm. 

"Clem we're here. Let's go."

Clementine gets out the car and hurries inside the massive building. Almost instantly she's met with Joyce in the waiting room, she had red puffy eyes and her hair was messy and unstyled. She was wearing a cream cardigan with a plain t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark brown trousers and some slippers. Out of all the times that Clem had seen her, this had to be the worst she has ever looked. Her face displayed sadness and devastation, she looked truly lost. 

She holds the shorter girl in her weak arms, gently squeezing her in a hug. 

"Clem, where have you been?" the woman pulls away, holding her shoulders. 

"Where is he?" her voice broke at the end and her glossy eyes met hers.

Joyce holds her hand and leads her through a few long corridors, turning a couple of corners until they reach a white door with number 174 on it, among many other doors with different numbers on. She turns the metal handle and pushing the wooden door open, they both step into the warm room; it was dull except the Get Well Soon cards and few bouquets of flowers on a nearby table up against the wall. 

Clem's heart shattered all in one swift moment as her eyes fell upon the unconscious boy. 

Louis laid there, in the single bed with the top half slightly raised, the boring plain white duvet covered his legs up to his waist. His damaged abs were revealed, showing bloody bandages that have been wrapped around his stomach in two thick stripes. His head rested against the plumped white pillow, eyes closed and a clean bandage wrapped around his injured forehead. 

Clem slowly approaches the side of the bed, hesitating to touch his limp hand. Now standing beside him, gazing down at his face in closer detail, she felt her eyes well up with tears. 

His gorgeous freckles that covered his face and chest now looked like faint specs of dirt, they used to compliment his skin flawlessly. His dreadlocks no longer appeared adequate or handsomely presentable, instead they seemed tangled and ratty. All life and happiness had been drained from the boy, this was clear by his dark and exhausted complexion. His eyes looked heavy under his relaxed eyebrows, no muscle in his face was moving. His entire being was still, unconscious. 

The wooden door clicks shut as Joyce leaves the two alone. Clem took this as the opportunity to let her defences down, tears roll down the smooth skin of her cheeks. Her eyes crinkle and her mouth is agape as sobs escape her mouth. 

"Louis.." she whispers, taking his hand in hers. She flinches at how cold his skin felt against hers. 

It hit her all over again.

The devastating pain washed over her once again, however it's one thousand times worse than before. Tears slowly fled from her waterline, tricking down her face. Every time her eyes blinked open, she could see the boy led right in front of her. Her vision was blurry with tears but she hoped that if she blinked enough, everything would go away. Everything would somehow reverse back to the morning of their date and she could stop him. 

Therefore she could save him and bring him back to her house, where she would find out about her pregnancy with him. They would talk it through and decide to keep their baby. Louis would protect his pregnant girlfriend more than guards protect the goddamn queen; he would sleep with his head on her stomach and cover the growing bump with endless kisses. She would wake up to him with his face level with the bump, him whispering to their baby sweet good mornings, plans for the day ahead, how excited he is for the due date, however it would often be how much he loved the baby. 

Which he would've, so much. 

Then the baby would be born and the memory of Louis holding his baby in his arms for the first time, would forever be known to him as the best moment of his entire life. 

She hoped with every fibre of her being that things could reverse so she could achieve her dream life. But it had all been cruelly taken away from her.

It was too late - everything was too late.

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this is so fucking shitty and im really sorry about that. im sorry it's really short but the next one will longer and hopefully better. 

also i hope you noticed the major spoiler of what would've happened in choice A... don't kill me. you're the ones that picked B (;

some of you already know what happened in my personal life and im not that keen on telling everyone who reads this but i just want to thank you all for being so patient with the chapters and i really am sorry if their published later than usual for a little while. i've just been feeling really down and it's difficult to write. just going through a lot ya know ):

again, sorry for this shitty chapter. i love you so much <3

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