Desirable

~26. Lovesick

It has been a few weeks since Louis woke up from his surgery.

Clementine only ever left the hospital to either shower and change clothes, visit Lee and AJ, or go to school. Otherwise, she was always with Louis. She would spend daytime with him, probably talking or kissing or caring for him, then at nighttime she would cuddle up in a couple of blankets on the armchair beside his bed. Their hands would be together with fingers intimately tangled as the couple fell asleep.

His condition had vastly improved, he was convinced it was because of the sweet presence of his beloved girlfriend. Every twang of pain disappeared when he was with her, as if by magic. Words could not express how much he loved her, nor how grateful he was to have her full love and support.

The entrance doors to the hospital swing open, allowing the short brunette inside.

She had visited Louis after school that day and he instructed her to come back later - with McDonald's. And of course, her being the loving girlfriend she is, obeyed his demands.

With the brown paper bags in her right hand, she makes her way to the dreadhead's private ward. The route to the suite had become familiar to her over the past few weeks, the corners and corridors were imprinted into her brain by now. She adjusts her crazy curls before she enters.

The short strands of dark hair were defiant, bouncing up every time Clem attempted to brush them down. In the end, she gave up trying to tame the fierce beast that made her hair. Besides, it's not like Louis would mind - he adored her hair when it looked extra curled. He also adored it when she would wear his jumpers, which she was right now. She paired the oversized grey sweatshirt with a pair of black leggings and old school black Vans.

Entering the room, she automatically smiles at the sight of Louis sat up in the single white bed. He remained topless since he first came to the hospital, he needed to so the doctors and nurses could easily access the bandages to his wounds if they required to. However, there hadn't been any problems since the surgery.

Clem kicks the door shut and plops the bags down on his lap, sitting herself on the edge of the bed next to his laid-out legs.

"Well, there you go. I got," her plump lips scrunch to the side as she thinks, "like six cheeseburgers? Two bags of mozzarella dippers, four large fries, two Big Macs and a box of nine chicken nuggets. Oh, and three bottles of water."

Louis' mouth curls into a cheeky grin as he investigates the multiple bags, all had a damp patch at the bottom from the grease.

"Perfect. This'll do just fine, my darling." he spreads his legs so they were dangling off both sides of the bed. He empties the bags of their contents and places everything in front of him. "Well? Come on, sit down." Leaning forward, he pats the empty space in front of him, on the other side of the heaps of fast food.

Clem scoots over to where his hand gestured to and crosses her legs, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Why did you ask for all of this anyway? Aren't you supposed to be on a healthy diet, like the nurses told you?" she raises a sharp eyebrow, making eye contact with the boy. His broad shoulders relax at the beauty of the simple expression on her face.

He scoffs, "Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna eat fruits and vegetables on our date."

Clem sits up straight and stares blankly at Louis.

"Our date?"

His freckled cheeks flush an adorable shade of red as he breaks eye contact to shyly look down at his right knee. He looked so damn cute, Clem wanted to lean in and pinch his cheeks. But she knew he would only get more embarrassed.