{Alesha's POV}
The doctor flipped through the pages on the clipboard, a permanent frown plastered on his porcelain face. He paused, scanning all our faces, before clearing his throat again.
"Mr Tomlinson has received multiple broken ribs, a fractured shoulder and bruising," he paused again, "But apart from that, he'll be fine."
My knees gave way below me as I let out a cry of relief. He was going to be alright. He's alright. Relief passed on everyone's faces. Lily helped me back to my feet and hugged me. I turned back towards the doctor.
"Can we see him?" I ask. I just needed to see him.
"Yes, he is able to have visitors."
We all filed into the small room, silent. Louis was laying in a large, white bed, wearing only a hospital gown, and a sling holding up his arm. His face was still battered and bruised against his stark- white face. He fluttered his eyes open when he heard us entering.
"He- Hey." His voiced croaked, and he licked his cracked lips. He tried to sit, but flinched in pain. I ran over to his side and took his hand.
"I was so worried about you." I told him, and he squeezed my hand in returned.
"No need to worry. I'm invincible!" Even when he was injured he was still cracking jokes. The others gathered around Louis' bed, and he smiled at all of them.
"Were you guys worried too?" He added with his mouth turned upwards into a grin.
"Why wouldn't we be?" Niall answered, "You're our mate!"
Louis laughed.
"You guys LOVE me!"
We all laughed. God, if something had happened to him....
***
"It's time for Mr Tomlinson to get some rest." The nurse ordered, sticking her head around the door. A round of complaints went around, before the others walked out of the door, wishing Louis well. I clinged to his hand again.
"Please stay with me?" He pleaded. He obviously didn't want to be alone in this lonely place.
"I want to." I replied. I sighed, and looked down at our entwined hands. He was rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over palm. His touch made my skin tingle. I wanted to stay with him in this cold, bland building, holding his hand and listening to his voice. I wanted to feel his arms around me as we slept.
"Well stay."
Louis put his warm hand on my cheek and leaned in, closing the distance between us. I breathed out, not realizing I had been holding my breath, knowing what was coming. I closed my eyes, taking in the moment, when the door flew open and the room was filled with shouts.
The flash of blue official uniforms and the faces of security guards bombarded the room as someone grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, away from Louis.
"LET ME GO!" I scream, and thrash my arms, trying to escape the tight grip. The unknown person holding me tightened their hand around my arms. This was going to leave a bruise. I looked over my shoulder towards Louis' room, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but the door was closed, and two security guards were posted outside. I thrashed again, but it was useless. I was being dragged down a long, empty corridor, with multiple closed doors on each side. What was going on? Where was I being taken? I looked down to my pocket in search of my phone, only to discover I had left it in my bag- which was in Harry's car. I turned my head to the person leading me, and was shocked to realize I recognized the face.
"Paul?" I ask. One Direction's security guard and part of the management. Everyone knew his face as he was always seen with the boys.
"This is for Louis' safety." He replied bluntly. I could see in his eyes he didn't want to be doing this, but it was his job. He had to protect the boys. But from me? Why?
"What's going on? Is Louis in danger?" I asked, but none of my questions were answered. Paul just looked straight ahead.
Paul lead me to the door right at the end of the narrow corridor. I could see the faint glow of a light inside. He opened the door and stood me in front of a middle-aged brunette woman. She nodded her thanks to Paul, and he left without another word.
"Have a seat." She said, gesturing to the chair across from her mahogany desk. I hesitated, but sat.
She folded her hands together and rested her chin on them. She stared blankly at me with cold grey eyes, glaring. I could feel her eyes burning into mine. I never pulled away from her gaze. Who was she? What did she want from me?
"My name is Aubrey Harris. I'm the lead in the management of One Direction." I stared at her, confusion filling me.
"What am I doing here?" I ask. I wanted to escape, and sit back in the chair beside Louis' bed and listen to his sweet voice again.
"As you are well aware, Louis was viciously attacked this evening by an unknown suspect."
"Wait," I stopped her, "Do you think it was me?" Why would I attack him?
"No! Of course not. You're obviously not capable of doing that," she paused, and tilted her head to the side as she surveyed me, "I just think that it would be better if.. How do I put this? You need to stay away from Mr Tomlinson for the time being."
My mouth gaped.
"Are you serious? How's that meant to help!" I could feel a rage building up inside of me. First they literally drag me away from the person who could easily be one of the best things to happen to me, then they tell me to stay away from him? What the hell. She continued.
"We don't think you are right for him at the moment. Too much stress and attention is being put on him, making him an easy target for attackers."
"So it IS my fault!" I stand, furious with the accusation.
"Please, calm down. I'm not accusing you-"
My nostrils flare in anger.
"What are you doing then? Separating us? Trying to keep us apart? WHAT?!"
Aubrey closes her eyes, just for a split second before replying,
"He doesn't need you."
