Luna's P.O.V.
Louis explained to me about how they canceled he family tour for a while. He asked if 3/5 boys could chill at my place. I said yeah. Most of the week passed by in a breeze; it turns out I'll get surgery on my elbow next week and go home on Wednesday the week after.
I snuggled deeper into Louis's chest. We were positioned together in the hospital bed, me mostly stock still but his body was tucked comfortably under mine and my head on his chest as he stroked my longish hair. I couldn't believe I had found the one.
"You know babe, I can't live in the hospital like you can."
"I know, maybe ill just hurt you and then you'll have to stay."
Louis chuckled. I looked up and stared into his eyes, and from this angle they seemed a moody blue. His soft hands rubbed my cheek and ran through my messy hair. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. All of a sudden, my phone buzzed. I reached over and seized it off the small hospital nightstand. "Hey, Nialls gone mad. He yelled at me, and I don't know why. He won't even let Liam in the room! Help! Xx Hazza". I groaned. "Here babe, lemme see it. Supermans got this." I smiled and handed my Sidekick to Louis's awaiting hand. Our fingers brushed together and I felt electricity course through my veins. He grinned and I gazed in his beautiful eyes. A loud yell erupted through the room. I attempted to spring on instinct, but Louis pushed me back down and ran off. "Louis!" I yelled after him.
Louis's P.O.V.
What awaited me in the hospital bathroom I don't know, but I saw one of Luna's girlfriends outside the door. She had Niall by the wrist. "Hi Louis! Umm, sorry 'bout that, there was an, er, uh, fire! But Niall here put it out. Isn't that right Niall?" She exclaimed. Niall uncomfortably nodded, avoiding eye contact. I tried not to stare at him: if we can't be friends we can at least not hate each other. "A fire? In the bathroom?" I inquired. She nodded tightly. "I know you're one of Luna's girls, but who are you?" She grinned, happy to be off the subject of the "fire". "Jordan Hawkins." She replied. I nodded, remembering the name from a scrapbook or something I was snooping around. "C'mon, let's go back to the room. Niall, do you, uh, want to come?" I said, extending an olive branch of peace. He shortly nodded, his head hardly bobbing. We walked the short walk in silence, and as we entered Luna sprung her head up from the tangled mess of bed sheets she had as a body as she attempted escape. "Babe, what did you do?!" I whined, going about fixing the sheets. Niall stood awkwardly in the corner, his head hanging down as he stared at his Converse. Jordan rushed over. "I heard you were in the hospital!! You have to explain EVERYTHING later!" She claimed. I kissed her forehead and offered Niall a ride home. He quickly denied, shrugging. I exited, listening to Jordan beg to hear the stories of what has been occurring during her vacation to America. I can't believe they've been best friends for so long. I climbed out to my Prius and climbed in. I slammed the door. Jamming the key in the ignition angrily, I quickly decided to take a quick detour down a back road for some anger management. I found a nice gravel trail and followed it to a small creek trickling down some rocks. I let out the loudest scream, it tore apart my throat as I released the burst of energy. I kicked some rocks and they splashed calming lay into the brook. After a little bit of a temper tantrum, I climbed back in my car and drove off, headed to Luna's place for a nap.
Jordan's P.O.V.
There wasn't really a fire. Here's what really happened. I was trying to find Luna's room, but I found a bathroom. I walked in, deciding to clean up my hands. A boy with stunningly blonde hair sat bent over at the sink, his blue shirt dirty and torn as if he'd worn it for days. His hair was scruffed up. I walked over, allowing him his privacy and to keep doing what he was doing, it wasn't any of my business. I walked over to the sink next to him, and ran some water. I glanced into his mirror, and a pair of shocking blue eyes stared back, blue eyes that could only belong to one Irishman. "Niall?!?!" I exclaimed he looked at me, his face barely held together; his eyes were swollen and filled with tears and hurt. His face was bruised, as if he had hit himself. I looked into the sink, and blueish pills with red lay scattered around the basin. He lie there, one elbow perched on the sink's edge, one running through his hair. "I give up. I give up! Ok, Jo? I'm done." He collided on the floor, weeping. I crouched beside him, rubbing his back. "Niall, love, what's the matter?" Niall and I have always been really close. When I shared the flat with Luna, Niall and I were inseparable. He shook his head. I hugged his head and kissed the top of it. "It's ok. It's all ok." I coaxed. After a while he began to rise up, and stop crying. "I was going to do it. End it all. I'm so happy you came, Jo! I'm sorry, for everything, but she won't forgive me. No one will. I let everyone down." I hugged him and held him close, even though his clean face was a head taller than my own brunette head. "I'm alive because of you. I would have done it." I couldn't help it. I shrieked a little. It just slipped! Next thing we knew footsteps came thundering down the hallway. I grabbed Niall's wrist and flung us both outside.
