You Make Me....ME [A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 47

"Well, that's Lucy for you. She is quite care-free"

"I know. but something tells me this time she isn't."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. She's been quite eery and cold i guess"

"And how often do you talk?"

"Everyday"

"Every day!? Bloody hell. you two aren't dating right?!" i said defensively

"no.. but i miss her"

"oooookay" i said awkwardly "Well, maybe you need to talk to her sincerely? Check if she's really fine"

"You think so?"

"Yeah.. maybe Luc just misses you too"

"Okay"

i sat up to check the time. 10:30am. 

"Are you hungry?" i asked Harry as i shot him a look

"Eh, not so. Are you? want me to make breakfast?" he asked flashing a casual grin

"I am. but no worries, i'll make breakfast myself" i suggested as i stood up. 

"Not if i do it faster!!!" Harry shouted and ran to the kitchen. I laughed as i followed him calmly and when i surfaced, he was already whipping a batter for some french toast. Harry liked to cook a lot and thank god he was good at it! And even thank god more that Louis lived with him because well... let's just say Louis will starve if he had to cook for himself. 

i sat down the bar stools and amused myself while staring at Harry whip up the batter

"damn Haz! you're good at this!" 

"Of course i am! If i wasn't, your boyfriend would've been dead by now!"

"true that" i said and laid my chin on my arms that were set on the counter top

a faded sound of falling things echoed around the entire flat and a loud thud came after, it was then followed by a loud annoyed groan and a screach

"OOUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Louis' loud voice yelled through. Harry and I snapped our heads up and i shuffled out of my seat 

"ooh, seams like a scramble. you better check that" Harry said

i got off and ran to the room. i flung the door open to catch Louis curled up on the floor clutching his hand in between his knees. The sight made me a chuckle. The bedside table was toppled over and so were some picture frames and the lamp. 2 pillows were on the floor and part of the duvet was lying from the bed to the floor. Technically, Hurricane Louis just passed by the room. 

"Lou?"

"Help!!!" he whimpered 

i ran to his side and bent down "What happened?"

"My hand! It's dead!" he complained as i noticed tears flowing down his cheeks

Oh my god. he really was hurt. 

"Oh my gosh! you're crying! let me see that!" i panicked as fear suddenly came through me. Louis looked extremely pained

i took his hand slowly and it was beating red. it was shaking and his fingers looked weak. a huge red line marked the top part of his hand 

"Oh dear. Come on. sit up" 

he did as he was told and i soflty held his hand on mine. i started to massage it so that he would relax them a bit more

"Better?" 

"Yeah" 

"What happened?"

"I rolled off and fell from the bed and when i tried to hold on, i hit the table and everything fell and the lamp fell on my hand"