Room mates ☞ l.t

chapter seven

Louis

"Just tell me what god damn room she's in!" I barked, slamming my hands down on the marble desk.

The receptionist only sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry sir. Family members or relations only"

Ive been standing here, arguing with this fucking woman for at least fifteen minutes!

Ella was taken into hospital a few hours ago because of Niall. I could kill the fucker. Her whole face was covered in cuts the last time i saw her, and the only thing i know about her being in hospital is that she has to have some sort of operation on her stomach. A glass shard was stabbed straight into her side. That Irish bastard doesn't know what he's got himself into.

"Please" I let out a sigh of exaustion, "I'm tired. Ive been up all fucking night, just let me see her" I pleaded. I don't know what was making me want to all of a sudden care out Ella's well-being, but i did. I had part of me screaming to turn around and get on with my own life, but then the other part was telling me to stop being such a selfish prick and see how she is. I practically got her into this mess by suggesting the idea, and i'm going to get her out of it.

She lowered her glasses to the tip of her nose, "Are you a family member or boyfriend?" The question fell from her mouth and i shuddered. Boyfriend.

"God no" I stupidly blurted out. Great, there goes my whole chance of getting in there.

"Then no" The receptionist said emotionless, her eyes not leaving the paper on her desk.

I sighed frustratedly, running my hands through my hair. How the fuck am i going to get in to her? I have to. I need to!

Ive been so sensitive around her for the past couple of hours, and i think i know why. Seeing the many gashes that lined her wrists hidden beneath her bracelets made me sick. Sick of myself because i am the one who caused them. I've been such an ass to her, bringing her down constantly and making her feel like nothing. Right now, all i want to do is go into that hospital and pour my whole god damn heart out to her. Tell her a thousand apologise and actually experience what it's like to have a civilised conversation with her.

I stomped back over to the desk with a heavy heart and a bit of a point to prove. I had all this anger burned up inside of me from Niall, and i don't know what to do with it, so this bitch better back the fuck up before she gets smacked the fuck up.

"Listen" I snapped, my hands gripping the side of the desk and watching her sigh as she raised her head looking like she could give less of a shit, "You are going to let me into that room because this is an emergency. That girl has been through a lot and deserves an apology - from me! And i'm not going to be able to give her that apology if your in my fucking way! Now will you please just grow up about his and let me in?" I ask loudly, hoping to shed an ounce of sympathy from her. Although i am out ruled when she replies with a harsh,

"No"

I felt angrier than ever. Hell i was fuming! I hate when people think they can tell me what to do. But I'm not going to let that happen. Not now.

"Fine" I spat, "If your stupid enough to not allow me to enter," I walked around the side of the desk and lifted up the counter in the table, watching her eyes widen, "Allow me to demonstrate"

And with that, i dropped the counter and legged it up the ward. I heard faint yelling coming from behind me, but i didn't stop. I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop.

A few minutes later, after dodging unconscious people in stretchers and doctors walking speedily down the corridors, i had located her room, and found myself stuck.