Lovesick Fool (Sequel to I'm Already There)

Chapter five

Louis could remember the first time he met Niall. He remember how he smiled, although his life was shit. He was so grateful to actually be alive and he always smiled to his listeners. Niall's voice was angelic, it really was. Louis could listen to it all day. Niall had never believed him when he told him how well he sung, but Louis wanted him to believe it so badly.

Louis also quite loved Niall's laugh, but he hadn't heard it for a long time. And it was his own fault. He regretted what he had done so much, he didn't even know why he had done it. But now it wasn't certain if he could ever see the blue eyes of the Irishman. Niall was in a coma and had been for several weeks. The doctors weren't sure if he'd make it, but put him on life support anyway. 

Louis was by his side every day. Either he was singing, reading some of Niall's favorite stories, or may even one of his own personal favorites. The last couple of times he had been reading The Fault In Our Stars and he really enjoyed it. Yes, he may sound crazy but what would you have done? I'm sure you would've talked to the person in coma, don't just stare, am I right? This was exactly what Louis was doing. He kept a conversation going, played his favorite music, once Louis put on his favorite movie. The doctors said it was important to remind Niall of things so he wouldn't lose his memory. Louis did everything in his power to avoid that. 

He hadn't heard anything about or from Harry either, luckily. He had been so stupid when he had gone back to Harry. Harry had abused him before, why would he had changed? And Harry hadn't. He was still the same old asshole, and Louis wasn't sure what he had seen in him. Was it the curls? Perhaps the eyes? It certainly wasn't Harry's personality! 

"Mr Tomlinson? Visiting hours are over." Ellie stood in the doorframe and smiled sadly. Ellie was one of the nurses that looked after Niall and after being her everyday, Louis had gotten to know her very well. 

"Please, can I stay here for the night?" He looked desperately at her, giving her the puppy eyes. 

"No, Louis. You've slept in that chair for two nights, you can't keep sleeping here. Go home, and if anything happens I will call you." 

Louis sighed and got up. He took one final look at the Irishman sleeping peacefully before leaving rather quickly. He had been in no state of driving the last couple of days, so he had to walk home. It was a cold, rainy October day and Louis thought that maybe the weather gods made this day sad and grey because Louis felt so. But then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that there was anything like weather gods. 

Walking by the toy stores, the only thing he saw was Halloween costumes upon Halloween costumes upon Halloween and candy. Louis remember one time when Niall told him what he wanted to to dress up as. 

~Flashback~

"What are you going to dress up as on Halloween?" Niall asked, playing with his fingers. 

"I'm not dressing up!" Louis laughed, but Niall looked dead serious. "Wait, are you serious?" 

"Deadly," he answered, but couldn't hide the grin. 

"What are you gonna be?" Louis wiggled his eyebrows. Niall giggled, he actually giggled. 

"Shadow," 

"A shadow?" Niall nodded seriously and looked at Louis, who was trying to not laugh. 

"But imagine Lou!" Louis loved the nickname Niall had given him. Lou... "Just completely black, face and clothes and everything! Stand in front of a white wall, it would be awesome!" 

Louis thought about how adorable Niall was when he got excited, but he quickly shooed the thought away. 

~End of flashback~

Louis smiled sadly to himself. He felt alone now. So very alone. And he could only blame himself. If he hadn't thrown Niall out of the house, he would still be here! "Home" for Louis was now a hotel only fifteen minutes from the hospital.  His family thought he was crazy, but hey; Niall is the love of his life (yes literally) and of course they would've done the same thing. 

Louis unlocked the door to his hotel room and went straight into the shower. Shower is for thinking and sorting out the meaning of life. Right? I mean, when you're about to sleep and qhen you shower are the times you try and sort out the meaning of life and why humans live on the Earth, how we came here and why we are here. That's what Louis did. Well, he sort of tried to sort out the purpose of his own existence, but he didn't find it. He wasn't important, was he? He wasn't needed here. But then again, Louis didn't feel suicidal whatsoever, he was just sad that Niall wasn't here with him. 

Sleeping was the main problem. All he ever dreamt about was Niall, Niall, Niall and oh..Niall. It was mostly nightmares where Niall died, or woke up then died in an accident or was murdered or something like that. But some of them were happy dreams, where they married and had a child, maybe a big house and a pet. Some dreams took place in the future where their child wasn't so much of a child anymore, more of a rebellious teenager who did way too many illegal things. But Louis loved those dreams. They were everything he imagined his life with Niall as. But hey, someone can't get what they wish for and Louis was sure he was one of those people. 

*Meanwhile, at the hospital* 

Niall wasn't sure how he felt. He felt…sleepy and dizzy. For one, he couldn't open his eyes, move or talk. It scared him, it was like he wasn't in control of his body. What mattered though, was that Louis had been there, by his side, singing, reading, talking. I guess you could say it calmed him down. Niall had also heard that he was in a coma and it wasn't certain if he would survive. Now that scared him. It was like he could feel himself slipping slowly away, the darkness getting bigger. 

Before it gets better,

the darkness gets bigger.

The person you'd take a bullet for

is behind the trigger. 

Now, Niall didn't know what that had to do with anything, but it somehow comforted him.

Niall wanted to wake up, he really did. He wanted to go bac to Louis, forget everything and live happily ever after. Apparently he didn't deserve that, and he was now certain he was going to die. He couldn't even remember how he slipped into a coma. The only thing he remembers is a man opening some sort of door, people screaming and then darkness. He wondered if those where memories or "dreams". 

Niall didn't get more time to think, because suddenly his body jerked upwards and he opened his eyes. A monitor of some sort started beeping and it was then Niall noticed hundreds of tubes and whatnot surrounding him. It was like his body suddenly decided to react to his brain's commands. 

The last thing he said before slipping back into unconciousness was:

"He opened the door on purpose."

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Uhm…hi guise..? I am sO SORRY! I haven't updated in forever and you probably hate me, and I know I say this a lot but I really am out of ideas for this story and I'm pulling the chapter outta my ass (hence why they are shitty and suck more cock than Larry). I hope this pleased you in some way or another, because this story is almost done. I was planning on writing three books, but I won't manage to drag the story out in three books. This will most likely be the last book, and hopefully a bit longer than the first one. 

Please do understand that I struggle a lot mentally on a daily basis and please understand that it's hard for me to get through the day without having suicidal thoughts. I actually almost attempted suicide last week, so I do apologise for the long periods of time between each update. 

I hope you understand, and I certainly hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I love you! Stay awesome. 

-M

P.S: I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes, my computer is a bitch ._.