CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: It's for you and me tonight.

I woke up, feeling sore as I had before. There still wasn't anybody in my room, which actually gutted me slightly. Where the hell was Louis, he said he'd always be there...

"Just another liar." I muttered to myself, trying to push him out of my mind, but I couldn't. He was always on my mind.

"Hey Darling."

I looked at the door and smiled. "Hey there. Why'd you fight the lawyer for?"

Louis walked in with a smile. "Well, I thought it'd help our cause, but it obviously didn't."

I laughed. "Well duh, it doesn't take a genius to work out.

He laughed and came and kissed me on the cheek. "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, just sore." I said with a smile. "How about you?"

"I'm pretty good."

I smiled, "Can I leave here yet? I'm pretty much sick of hospitals right now."

He gave a quick chuckled and picked up my hospital bag. "I came in here to get you actually, come on, we're going home." He held out his hand and I gratefully got out of the bed and walked out of the room. I had to use crutches, but luckily Louis was there to help me get used to them, not without him laughing a few times, though. I gave him a death stare and he just chuckled to himself from then on. When we got to the car, it was a struggle. We spent at least five minutes wondering how to get in. Once I did I groaned, I was going to be with a broken arm and leg for awhile, and I was gutted. However, I felt pretty good to be alive.

"Want a quickie in the parking lot?"

I almost choked. "Louis, I have a broken arm!"

"Yeah? It's not like we're lying down or anything."

I laughed, "No, only the bed for you. But I'll have to be on top. And put your boner away."
He groaned in a sarcastic way and carried on driving, us both having huge smiles on our faces.

"So, as soon as we get back, or?"

"Later, Hun."

"But why?" He said, wearing a fake pouty face.

"Because I am so fucking sore."

"Sex won't make you sorer."

"You sure about that?"

"Almost positive."

I laughed. "Again, later. It's not all about the sex y'know."

He gave a fake tut and didn't say anything else. I giggled; glad I'd won the argument. With some thoughts entering my mind... Was he just using me for sex? Or is this serious? Ugh, if only guys weren't so unpredictable...

We got home and as before at the hospital, I found it a struggle getting out the car. Why did I do all this? I sighed silently and walked up the steps to my house.

"I'll come around later babe, to make sure you're ok." Louis told me, kissing me softly and then walking back to his place. I couldn't help but think he had such a cute ass...

I walked through the corridors quietly, getting up the stairs as fast as I could, I didn't want anyone to come out and talk to me. I walked up to my room, and saw a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. Great, Zayn and Daisy where up to their business again. I sighed silently again, trying to not get their attention and went to the end of the top floor, finding a quiet bedroom, since it was all my floor. I put my own do not disturb sign on the door, I wanted to be alone. I gasped as I looked through the bedroom's double windows. L.A. looked beautiful.

"Tomorrow, you're gonna go celebrity hunting, ok?" I muttered to myself. L.A. was going to be fun, I was sure of it. I got onto the bed and rested my head back on the pillows, swearing under my breath as I hit my leg against the side of the bed. This was going to be a nightmare. I curled up the best way I could and let the tears fall... I didn't know what else to do. Everything was so confusing and so wrong... I doubted myself even more every second. It didn't help my friends seemed to never talk to me anymore, the only one who cared was Louis. Well, it seemed that way, but I was so confused. What was going on? And that night, I managed to cry myself to sleep.