Chapter Eight: Moments and Worries

Louis' Point of View:

"If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time... You know I’ll be your life, your voice, your reason to be. My love, my heart, is breathing for this moment in time. I’ll find the words to say, before you leave me today." I hear Harry sing to Marcie with tears in his green eyes.

I'm watching from the doorway to her hospital room, and he has no clue that I'm even here. The other lads have all come and gone. Marcie has been unconscious for the past five or six hours and none of the doctors would tell us anything because none of us were family. It was irrelevant that Marcie and I had a kid together because we weren't engaged, so we are all clueless.

Of course, the other lads are worried sick as well, but Harry and I told them to go and rest that we could take it from here.

I feel my eyes start to tear up as I watch my best mate squeeze the hand of the girl that I love more than my own life. It's not that she knows it, but why would she. Everything I have done the past few years has shown her otherwise, but I did it for the same reason that she kept Lacey from me, I was afraid.

Lou, our stylist, had agreed to keep Lacey and let her play with Lux until Marcie and I are okay to take care of her again. Of course, the fact that I once again wasn't there for my daughter just increases the guilt that I already feel.

"She'll be okay, mate." I whisper to Harry as I make my presence known.

He looks up at me with a look of shock on his face. He had thought that I had left with the others, but I couldn't leave her. Not like this. Not when all of this was my fault.

"How do you know that?" He asked weakly, his voice cracking with emotion. He really cared about her, and I respected that.

"She's Marcie. She's always okay." I smirked. She was the strongest person I knew.

"She's human, Louis. She isn't always okay. She's so far from okay." He told me, before he buried his face in his hands.

I sigh and cross the room to take the empty chair on the opposite side of Marcie's bed. It was hard to see her like this. Her brown hair was fanned out around her face and her skin was so pale. I've never seen anyone look closer to death.

"I just wish I knew what happened to her." I complained as I took Marcie's other hand.

"What'll happen to Lacey if... you know... Marcie doesn't wake up?" Harry stutter out. It was obviously hard for the young Cheshire boy to even think about.

"Lacey will be damaged beyond repair, she'll need me more than ever." I didn't want to think about what would happen because Marcie had to wake up. She had to.

If I regretted anything in my twenty years of existence it was not being there for Lacey in the beginning. I knew, so I should have done something. I guess it was just so easy to believe that Marcie being pregnant was just a bad dream and that it wasn't really happening. I didn't want to believe that I had ruined Marcie's entire future. It made me feel even worse that she didn't even tell me about it. I felt like she didn't want me there. That she didn't want me to be a part of my daughter's life.

I should have gone to her the second that I got off the phone with Stan, but I was in shock. Marcie had just broken up with me and less than twenty four hours I find out that I'm going to have a kid. It took weeks before I finally came to my senses, but by that point she was gone. I had no clue where she was. I wasn't lying when I said that I looked for her everyday. I never gave up.

Even after two years of digesting the information, a part of me still didn't believe that Lacey truly existed, that's why it was such a big shock for me to see her that day in Miami.

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