Chapter Thirteen: We Can Make It Last Forever.
I woke up, my head pounding and the rest of my body feeling numb. This was way more painful than my dream. It felt like it was the same dream, like I wasn't awake, like I was living my own nightmare, for real. But, it felt like the best day ever. Louis was by the side of my bed, holding my hand. I smiled to myself. His hand felt great. I squeezed it slightly, trying not to wake him up. But it was too late, his eyes flew open and he looked at me, his eyes in shock.
"Soph, are you ok?" He said, leaning down by the side of the bed.
"Yeah, fine. I must have been here for ages, you have no casts on."
He smiled. "Yeah, you've been in a coma for the past six weeks. They thought... you wouldn't make it."
"How's Cher?"
"Alive. She came out of her own coma last week."
"Oh. So I suppose you're still with her?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. But, I think she might have cheated on me."
Daisy walked in. "Might? She did. With your own brother."
"What, with Niall?"
"No, Sophie's brother."
"Whoa, I always thought he was gay." I said.
She shook her head. "Obvs not."
At that point Harry walked in with a huge bunch of flowers in his hand. This was some scary déjà vu.
We all stared at him like he was an alien. He seemed different. He had changed his style completely and it didn't suit him. At all. He looked tired and dazed.
"Whoa bro, what the fuck happened?" I questioned, not liking his "new look"
"Nothing, just been hanging with my new girlfriend."
"And who is that?"
"Cher."
Louis stood up, getting pissed off. "She's with me."
"That's not what she said."
"Well, I'm going to dump her right now!" He said, storming out the room. My hand felt lonely. I sighed to myself, feeling alone once again.
"Can someone nudge me when he's back?"
"Sure." Said Niall, sighing to himself.
I fell back asleep, but kept waking up to check if he was back. He never was.