Louis POV
I woke up screaming bloody murder.
My shirt was drenched in sweat and the dryness of my mouth told me that I had been screaming all night. Of course I had. Of course I had been screaming because of the same recurring nightmare that I was having.
Nothing ever changed. The beginning, middle, and end was always the same. Not a single detail was altered yet my heart was always beating extremely fast when I woke up. Getting out of the bed and avoiding looking at the empty space next to me, I forced myself to go wash up.
Every time I hope that when I wake up, she’ll be next to me. She never is. I wish that I could tell you that she’s in the bathroom or even that we had a fight and she’s just sleeping in the guest room. And, I could tell you all of that.
But, I'd be lying.
It’s been 5 days since Reagan died. And sadly, I’m not kidding.
“Time of death...2358.”
“We need a doctor right now! Right now! Someone please help us!”
Running into the hospital with an unconscious girl and blood-stained clothes probably wasn’t a good look, but Reagan needed help. So, I screamed my lungs out to anyone who would listen until 3 men took her out of my arms, put her onto a gurney, and wheeled her away after reassuring me that she would be okay.
They could spout that crap out all they wanted, but I wasn’t buying it. She hadn’t woken up since Ryleigh shot her, and I couldn’t stop the blood from coming out. After finally getting out of my funk and drying up my tears, I threw her in the car and broke many laws after speeding to the hospital. I thought about calling an ambulance, but I didn’t want to have to explain Ryleigh’s dead body on my front lawn right now. And, I’m sure that I got Reagan to the hospital quicker than they could have anyway.
I didn’t call anyone. As much as I probably should have, I didn’t call any of the boys or any of her friends. It was selfish, but when she woke up, I wanted to have all of her attention. I wanted to be the one that she was happiest to see. Plus, Trinity was having her baby right now. Harry didn’t need the added drama.
So, 2 hours later when a doctor came out to get me, I was ecstatic when he said “Your wife is awake.”
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“Have you lost your mind? Why haven’t you called the boys?”
The excitement of being the only person to know that she was here disappeared easily once Reagan chastised me for not calling anyone. Even lying in a hospital bed, barely able to move, she was annoying.
“Before you answer, how is Trinity doing?”
That I didn’t want to answer. I did manage to get in touch with Harry and find out that she delivered the baby about 45 minutes ago. The child was fine; Trinity was not.
I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news especially when Reagan was nowhere out of the woods. She was alive, but the bullet had barely missed her heart. She still had to have surgery later, and she wasn’t allowed to move until then. So, instead of telling her about her sister, I called Harry and let him be the one to do it. I let him tell her that Trinity wouldn’t survive another 2 hours, that her heart was too weak to survive labor.
To this day, it’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. It led Reagan to a decision that I may never forgive her for.
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“Zayn, please don’t cry”, Reagan said when he slowly walked into her hospital room with Avery close behind him, “It doesn’t make this any easier.”
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Betrayal
Fanfiction#2 Louis and Reagan have been through a lot, more than any couple should. After many breakups, many revealed secrets, and many gunshots, their life is peaceful. That is until one of them makes a mistake that could possibly end them for good. Someo...
