One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 20: her

Authors note: I'm kinda running out of ideas so I need so help. If you have anything please let me know! Back to the story now where was I........
Taylor's P.O.V.
Blackness. I could feel someone around me. I tired to open my mouth but I couldn't feel it. Now that I think about it I couldn't feel anything but pain and all I could see was black. I was fighting it but I couldn't keep it up. I gave in.
Louis's P.O.V.
I walked in the room and saw her. My first thought was, that can't be here. But it was. She was still the prettiest girl ever but she looked broken as though the world had come down on top of her. She had some blood smudged on her cheek and she was still as pale as a ghost. I ran to her.
"It's worse than we expected. She has a late case of Hemophilia, that's where when your bruise or hurt yourself you have internal bleeding and in most cases you bleed to death. Her case is mild but she will be a bit more fragile but she also won't die with any bruise." said the doctor.
"When will we be able to take her home?" asked Liam
"That's a good question and I don't think you will like the answer. She's in a coma right now so she wont be waking up for a while. Once she does wake up we have to go through some steps before she is approved to go home. She could be in here for a week to five months." What? five months? I can't do that. I...... I love her. The guys looked at me funny.
"What?" I asked.
"You just um you just said that you lover her." said Zayn. Oh crap I didn't mean to. My cheeks were on fire now.
"Me too." Liam and Zayn said at the same time. We all stood there astounded at what came out of our mouths. The doctor left saying something about giving us some time to work this out and have some time with her. Harry and Niall showed up 20 minutes later. I explained what the doctor said to them. They were just as upset about it as I was. Minutes turned into hours and the next thing I knew the sun had set. A nurse told us we could stay with her. Harry and Liam left to go get a room in a hotel across the street so we could be close and to get some more stuff from home. Zayn and Niall laid down on the couch and I sat on Taylor's bed. Eventually it was quite all that could be heard were the sounds of three people breathing, the monitor, and the machine that was giving Taylor oxygen. Poor Taylor. I knew for sure that the guys were asleep and I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Taylor, you have to pull through this. If you hear my voice then come towards it. Wake up. You have to, don't quit on me." She didn't stir. I started to sing. I went through all the slow romantic songs I could think of. She didn't move. I could feel my eyes getting heavy. They won, I was asleep.
Taylor's P.O.V.
I could hear someone talking to me. It was like someone was whispering to me from across a large room. I couldn't hear much, I just knew they were talking to me. They talked for a long time but it stopped eventually. It was too bad. I like to hear that voice. It made me feel like I had a place to go. I just went back to the darkness once it was gone. That's all there was, darkness and pain.