When Two Worlds Collide

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Louis pov

I fell to my knees. I was too weak to to anything. Her words rang in my ears. I couldn't lose Veronica. I couldn't lose the love of my life. I sat there on the floor motionless and unable to comprehend anything after that. I was unaware of my surroundings and felt a burning inside me. Before I knew it I felt somebody help me up. I had tears in my eyes and struggled to keep them in. I was too weak to stay strong and right then and there I burst. I cried and cried and was inconsolable. I looked to my right to see a blur of Liam helping me off the ground. He pulled me in for a hug and we cried together. The rest of the boys joined in and we sat there on the floor crying. It had felt like ages before I cried so much I had lost all my tears. I wiped away the remains on my face and got up. I got a hold of one of the nurse and asked her where Vicky was now. I got her room number shortly after and rushed on over. I wanted my Vicky back. I rushed down the hall of the seventh floor and jerked past people making sharp turns. I finally came towards the door. I looked through the clear window pane to see Vicky peacefully sleeping. She had a blank look on her face but at the same time seemed torn and uncomfortable. I slowly opened the door and the others let me go on in alone. I appreciated them for letting me have my alone time. I put my hand on the cold door knob and turned it. I barely pushed on the door and slid into the room. Seeing her in that condition with all the wires around her and needles in her arm I grew weak again. I refrained myself from falling and crying again as I slowly approached the chair near her. I grabbed the chair and put it even closer to her. I studied her feature for a moment. Her eyes looked weary and tired. Her hair had looked messy and looked like she hadn't brushed it for days. Her imperfect yet perfect face had been natural with not a speck of makeup. Even her all worn out and with wires attached to different parts of her body she had looked perfect. I slowly took her hand in mine. Her hand was icy cold and had chipped black nail polish on. I closed my eyes for a moment gathering my thoughts before speaking.
"Hey Vicks. It's me Louis. I don't know if you can hear me but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to fight once more. For me. I love you and always have," I took a deep breath getting a little emotional. I chuckled a bit before continuing, "I remember the first day we formally met. You had skated on over to our flat and had despised our peppy rich boyband. You thought we all we dumb and hated us. You wanted to find you twin and you had. Liam is a lucky lad to have such a special connection with such an amazing person. I remember you hated being called Veronica so you told us to call you Vicky. I remember calling you Veronica and you nearly killed me. But then you fainted. I have loved, love and will always love you. Please don't let me lose you. I wish we could switch places. I remember the one thing you love was playing with my hair and when I sang to you," I started to cry. "Even though I'm broken from you being in a coma I will sing. You're insecure. Don't know what for," my voice croaked and I couldn't continue. I burst into a fountain of tears and couldn't move. I laid down on her chest and slowly calmed my self down. I slowly got up kissing her delicate lips and left the room. I didn't want to but I knew Liam should go talk to her. One by one all of the boys had gone in and talked with her. On the drive back home Liam drove since I was in no condition to be doing anything. I looked out the indie the entire time and stared off into space. I hadn't realized that we had gotten back to the flat until ZAYN had opened the car door and I fell out. Even then I stayed on the floor and didn't want to get up. He slowly helped me to my feet and dragged me on to the couch.
"Mate you should eat something," ZAYN said handing me a plate of food.
I groaned into the pillow and didn't answer. I heard the plate being set down and the weight had shifted on the couch. I felt someone get me up and hug me. I knew it was ZAYN but I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone. I cried into his shoulder and couldn't stop. Finally I had no more tears. I was an empty. My body was physically there but I was gone. I sat up straight and wiped my eyes with my sleeve. I took the plate onto my lap and slowly ate. Everyone had gone to bed but me. I was finally in my room but the spot next to me on my bed was empty. It was cold and lonely. I grabbed my phone and looked at the endless photos we had taken. Even the ones I had secretly taken of her. I smiled to myself and missed her so much. I got out of bed and crept into Liam's room. He was awake and flipping through his phone.
"Miss her?" I croaked.
"More than ever," he whispered. I slowly got on the bed and sat down.
"I'm sorry."
"For what Lou?"
"She was my responsibility and now she is in a coma because of me."
"This isn't you fault. You loved her and I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She may be my little sister but she had loved you more than you could ever imagine. I love her and seeing you two together makes me happy. Please just don't let her down."
I nodded and hugged Liam. I got out of his bed and back to mine. I couldn't really sleep so I scrolled through more photos is her. Of us. I checked the time and it was almost nine. I got out of bed and got dressed. Before leaving the house I grabbed my guitar and headed back to the hospital. During the car ride I couldn't see much because of all the tears in my eyes. As much as I knew how broken she was it pained me to see her being torn but by bit even more. When I finally arrived I went into her room slowly and pulled up a chair beside her. I moved her curly locks from her dried worn out face. Even in a coma she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I slowly strummed my guitar. I started to play little things. She loved that song more than ever. That song and moments. I didn't know why she was so attracted to those two songs but I didn't care. I slowly started to sing little things and finished the last cord before taking my hand on hers. I cried for a little bit and talked with her until the doctor came in and told me I had to leave. I sniffled a bit before kissing the top of her head and leaving. I got home in one piece thankfully and crashed onto the couch. I screamed and cried and couldn't contain myself any longer. I cried and was unconsolable. Every night I would wake up crying and sweaty. I had the same routine everyday about go to visit Vicky for about the past six months. I didn't miss a single day without singing her a song or talking and crying. In those six months I described each day I had spent with her. And what had happened between the two of us. I wanted her to come back to me. I wanted her to remember everything. I wanted everything to go back to normal. On June 26 I didn't go. I was too heart broken to see her in such a critical condition. I stayed home crying. That night the doctor had called. He had told me something was wrong.