HEATHER POV


My eyes flashed open but they closed fast from the fluorescent lighting blinding me. Where was I? I tried lifting my arm but it was so weak that I couldn't even flinch it. What the hell?

I opened one eye just enough to see my blurry surroundings. There was a beeping and faint background sounds the sounded like squeaky chairs and phones ringing. Where am I?

Slowly as my eyes adjusted I turned my head to see two boys sitting on either side of me. Louis and Sebastian. Both of them holding my hands, I gave them both a little squeeze. Louis’ head bolted up, “heather?” He scooted closer to me almost coming off the edge of his seat.

“Hey,” I squeaked softly.

Louis smiled so big, tears fell down his cheeks. “I hate you.” Louis laughed.

“I hate you more.” I croaked. I had the worst cotton mouth. “Can I have some water?” I asked.

“Yeah, hold on.” He pushed the chair away and walked out of the room. I looked over to Sebastian still sound asleep with his head resting on my leg. I squeezed his hand again and his head popped up. He looked around and then made eye contact. His face didn't change in emotion at all.

“Hi.” I croaked again. He slowly let go of my hand and sat up straight.

“I thought you would never wake up.” He whispered.

“I'm surprised you're even here.” I grew annoyed but oddly enough, I was thankful he was here. Sab and I didn't leave off on good terms a while ago. We barely even spoke a word to each other in a month. It hurts just to look at him.

He scrunched his eyebrows. “How can you say that? I love you and you almost killed yourself heather. Of course I'm going to be here for you. Who would I be to just not show up?”

I just rolled my eyes at him. After a few seconds of me staring out the window and him staring at me incredulously, Louis returned. A smile re-emerged on my face. “Thank you, Lou.” I sucked down most of the mug he brought me. “I have never had cotton mouth as bad as this.” My voice sounded much better now. “I just want to apologize for last night at the party. I was stressed out with everything.”

Louis and Sebastian both looked at each other, then back at me. “Do you know how long you've been out for?” Louis asked. Sebastian slouched back into his chair.

Am I dumb or something? How long have I really been out? If I think back to it, I don't remember how much I ended up taking that night. The whole day was a blur. I woke up and smoked a joint or two with my roommate. I think I took two xanax before I left for louis. I took a couple more after I ate some food. Then I remember taking something else but that was when everything was catching up with me. The last thing I really remember was falling asleep on Louis’ couch. How long was I out for? “No.” Was all I responded with.

Louis returned to his seat and ran his hand through tousled, haphazard brown locks. The scruff that was on his face suited him. He let out a small, nervous laugh, “it's been six days, Heather. Six fucking days.” His tone changed at the ended and it made me cringe. What did I do to myself? What did I do to them? My heart broke like a shard of glass.

Sebastian stood up, I didn't even realize his phone was ringing. “I have to take this.” He didn't make eye contact with either of us and walked out. I know he's upset with me but he's the reason we don't talk anymore… Well the reason why we aren't close anymore but that's a different problem for a different day. I have every right to be mad at him so I really don't care how he feels.

I'm a little ruthless sometimes. You'll catch on but I've been fucked over and hurt too many times to give a fuck about anyone else. There's a lot of daddy issues. *wink wink*

I looked over at louis who was consumed in his phone at the moment. I lay here with my eyes closed again. I'm not tired, nor do I want to be laying in this bed anymore after finding out I've been in here for six fucking days. Can we get a nurse in here or something? What kind of hospital is this?

“Louis.” I called, popping my eyes open. He looked up at me and nodded his head. He looked so tired. He looks like he hasn't slept in over a decade. “You look like shit.” I laughed, he let out a small laugh.

“I'm glad to see this hasn't changed you at all.” He smiled, he leaned up against the side of my bed. His fingers drawing circles on my leg. His face looked pained.

“Are you OK, Louis?” I asked. I reached down and grabbed his hand, placing it in my lap. He relaxed just a smidge.

“I Don't know.” He let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “I Don't understand any of this. I Don't understand how so much changed in the last six months? Or if I've been blind about it before I even left? I just…. I just Don't understand why you did this?” He looked up with pain ridden all over his face. His eyes looked so sad, it killed me. I felt tears forming in the brim of my eyes, shading my vision.

“Things were… Things were so bad after you left. I don't want it to sound like it was your doing though!” I quickly added. “I don't know where things got worse but I just know that they did. I lost my job. I lost my home. I got hooked into something I should've never even started. The only thing I had left… The only thing I thought was real… It just… I thought I found love and it was a lie. A big fat lie. The biggest joke of the century honestly.” I laughed dryly at myself. “I guess the drugs and the pills… They helped me when I didn't want to feel anymore. I just let it get too out of control.” My grip on his hand was so tight, his fingertips were snow white.

“Why did you not tell me about any of this? I talked to you everyday heather! Why would you keep it a secret from me? Did you not think I would understand? Did you not thi-” I cut him off.

“I was ashamed of myself. I thought that if I told you you'd leave me like everyone else did…” My voice trailed off. He gave me a confused look and his lips parted as if he was about to say something but a beautiful, glowing nurse came bouncing in.

“Ah, good morning sunshine.” She smiled a big, white smile that was infectious. “I'm glad to see you awake and talking. We've got a lot to discuss.” She grabbed the clipboard off the end of my bed and began interrogating me.


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2 Days Later
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All i got out of the whole interrogation from Doc was REHAB. They tried to make me go to rehab and Louis said no, no, no. HAH! … I’m sorry. But in all seriousness i don't know how Louis did it but Louis got me out of going to rehab. He has that certain charm about him and maybe because Doc was obsessed with One Direction. I'm gonna go with the charm.

“I can't wait to go home. To sleep in my own bed. Ugh.” Louis said in between mouthfuls. He was mowing… No, inhaling some hospital spaghetti while twiddling on his phone.

I laughed at him while pushing my food around my plate. I didn't have much of an appetite. After the long, long day I've had, I just want a drink but people in hell also want ice water but not everyone gets what they want. I mentally shrugged.

It's kind of like how I wanted Sebastian to come back but he never did. He said he would but like usual, he never follows through with his word. I don't blame him though. After what I put him through. It's not fair.

The doctor ended up coming in and giving me a psych evaluation and telling me that my liver was breaking down from the pills, and I went into cardiac arrest. She was astonished though because she's never seen someone come out of it so fast or so healthy before. I told her I've got someone looking over me. Jackie, the doc, told me that I need to keep up my healthy habits and drop my bad ones. She said that I'll be going through DT’s and that my body will be acting funny. She recommended that I should stay with someone for a while to make sure I'm safe. Louis happily obliged. Other than that and regular checkups and therapy, I could go home. No rehab!

“Thank you.” I blurted out. He looked up from his plate and looked at me with a funny look.

“Thank you for what?” He gave me a faint smile and a mouth full or spaghetti.

“For being here for me. For staying.” I don't know why I feel so sentimental but I felt like I had to tell him. I'm so thankful for my life and for the people I have by my side. If I didn't have louis… I don't know what I would do.

“That's what I'm here for.” He smiled brightly, flashing his pearly whites.

“You're an idiot.” I smiled, throwing my half eaten bread stick at him. He gave me a look like you're going to regret that. Louis grabbed a fork full of spaghetti and flicked it at me. It splattered on my face, some of the watery sauce running down my neck. I was shocked at first but then my body raged with revenge. I grabbed a handful of the uneaten spaghetti and full on threw it at him, aiming it straight at his face successfully.

“HA!” I laughed so hard I felt my abs forming. I can't remember the last time I'd been so happy. Louis shook his head, flinging the spaghetti onto the floor. He looked up at me and I expected him to look pissed but he had a huge smile on his face. He was about to pick up the little bit of pasta on his place but a nurse came to our table and she looked pissed.

“I dare you to throw that,” she spat at louis. “Are you going to clean this up?” She crossed her arms. My cheeks went red and a small giggle escaped my lips.

“I was, yes.” Louis bossed up. He wiped off his face with a napkin and smiled brightly at the nurse. “Sorry for the mess love.” He gave her a wink and you can just see the stress come off her but she had a look in her eyes that made a small pain twist in my stomach. Why?

“Thank you.” She mumbled and walked away quickly.

“The wink gets them every time.” Louis laughed. What is this feeling I have? Jealousy? What the hell heather? I just shook my head at him with a small half ass smile. “Is someone jealous?” Louis eyed me down.

Yes. “You wish Tomlinson.” I stuck my tongue out at him and stood up. “I'd clean this mess up if I were you. Don't want to get us kicked out of a hospital, too.” I winked at him. I don't know if it's because I got up too fast or if it's because I'm weak but I felt my knees shake as I walked away. I overestimated my own strength. My right knee gave out and I stumbled into a table. Small dots started to appear in my sight and before I knew it I felt arms around me and my body dropped.

“Heather!” Louis caressed my face, forcefully opening up my eyelids. Slowly I came back into consciousness.

“I'm… I'm sorry.” Louis laughed at me.

“It's alright. The doctor told me this would happen. We need to get you home.” Louis help me balance and grabbed my bag from under the table.

We didn't clean up the spaghetti.

Notes

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