The Change {Louis Tomlinson~AU~PUNK~}

Chaoter 52: Depression

Chapter song-

Moments-by-One Direction.

Over Again-by-One Direction

Right Now-by-One Direction

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*LOUIS' POV*

I stare down at the table in front of me, without an expression.

"Eat!" Paul demands as he places a plate of pizza in front of me. I don't move a muscle.

My head hurts. I've got dark rings around my eyes and bags. I've lost my appetite since I saw Jesse with that fucker which was 3 days ago.

"Please eat. You'll get sick if you don't sweetheart." Lou softly speaks next to me.

After a while of tuning out and listening to my own thoughts some guy grabs my arm and lifts me up.

I look to see Paul. He drags me out and sets me down in a random chair.

A doctor looking guy sits in front of me.

"Louis, I need to ask you some questions." He informs me as he gets a pen out, readying himself to right my answers down.

"How long have you not eaten?" He asks. I hold up my hand and make a three.

"Three days?" He asks. I nod.

"How long have you not talked?" I do the sane thing.

"Have you slept any for three days?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Have you had random headaches and stomach pains lately?" He asks. I nod my head.

He sighs.

"Louis. You've got depression." He informs me.

Like I didn't know know dip shit!

He goes on about me having to take one anti-depressant pill each and every day and blah blah blah!

•••

It's now been a week since that doctor.

Paul and my band mates have been forcing me to take my pulls and whatever else they can do that'll make me sleep, eat, drink, or talk. But it doesn't work.

I've lost weight in the past week. Losing my muscles on my arms, etc.

I'm not skinny as a pencil, but it's noticeable.

I walk out on stage, in front of loads of people.

As it gets to my solo, I try singing but keep breaking into coughing fits with my scratchy barely even a voice.

I suddenly start to feel like shit. I fun backstage and find a bathroom. I finish throwing up.

I wipe away the sweat from my forehead. My skin is unbelievably burning hot.

Lou walks in with a thermometer in hand. She takes my temp.

She gasps.

"What?" My voice barely comes out.

"104.5!" She panics.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE NIALL!" She yells.

He world spins.

•••

I wake up in a white room. I shade my eyes from the bright color.

I groan.

I hear voices outside of the hospital room, what sounds like a lot of people.

Someone successfully gets through.

Reporters and a few fans ask me questions.

I lay over on my side and cover my face up with the pillow.

Niall walks in.

Paul gets all of the people out.

"How long have I been here?" I ask.

"About a week. You were in a coma." Niall explains.

"Damn." I curse lightly.

A doctor walks in and tells Niall something. Niall leaves.

The doctor pushes a needle through my skin. After a few seconds he removes it.

"Hope you feel better." He tells me as he walks out.

I start to feel sleepy and I fall asleep.

•••

I walk out of the hospital.

A crowd surrounds me.

"Louis, why are you depressed?" Asks a little girl around 12.

"Nothing." I brush off the ache in my chest.

"Please tell us?" She asks.

I sigh.

"My girlfriend, well ex, left me." I tell the truth.

"Wasn't that the girl from The Prism. Jesse?" One asks.

"Don't send her hate! I love her!" I tell the crowd.

They better not send hate!

I get in Paul's car.

I look out of the window. No expression on my face.

"You need to eat, sleep, and drink. Talk Louis. Be happy." Paul tells me

"Please, just leave me alone!" I plea. I look over at him for a few minutes.

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Hey guys!

I don't like thinking of any of our boys like this! IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY! But this chapter is part of the fanfic.:(

I hate myself for writing this chapter but it has to be her!:(

Hope you guys don't hate me for doing this. Cause I'm starving and it's FREGGIN 1:50 IN THE DARN MORNING HERE! I'm using my food and sleep time! XD FOOOOOOD!

Love you lovelies!