Operation

Ed's POV

This was really hard. It was difficult enough seeing Louise on such a vulnerable state, but even harder trying to keep my emotions to myself. I had to stay strong. For her. Even though this never ending feeling of nervousness threatened to surface each time I thought of her cancer.

Luckily Louise and I were on holiday off work until the new year. If you could even call this a holiday.

Right now, Louise and I were sitting down waiting for the nurse to take Louise away. She was wearing on of those hospital gowns and her hair was neatly tied up into a pony tail behind her.

"Ms Clark?" The nurse called out.

Louise looked at me, worry filling her face. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and I wished I could swap places with her so she wouldn't have to go through this. But I couldn't.

"Everything will will be okay. I'll be right here until the operation is over so you don't have to worry about anything." I assured her.

She simply nodded, too scared to speak. We both stood up and I gave Louise a good luck hug. I noticed how she gripped to me tightly as if she didn't want to let me go.

"I love you." I whispered in her ear and noticed how her body instantly relaxed.

"And I love you." Her voice was shaky.

We pulled apart a bit and I kissed her forehead.

"See you on the other side." She saluted, putting on a smile.

"Bye." I waved, smiling back.

I watched as she walked off with the nurse around the corner until she was no longer in sight.

Now all I had to do was wait.

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I can see the city lights from where I stand on the top floor and I'm not sure if I'm dead. I raise my hands to the clouds, to check if heaven's with me now because it seems as though the devil is with me in the hotel room.

I turn around from the ledge and gaze at her lifeless body. My beautiful Louise.

Dead.

I bid this city goodnight and cover the street lamps like my eyes. When it's quiet, I'll go. Because the world won't be the same without her. No one could hold me like she would.

My toes curl and clutch to the edge, filled up with regret. Could you forgive me, Louise? Would anyone know if I fell from this hotel?

With one last look at her lifeless body, I turned and faced the ground. Don't look down, they say. But I already did. It was quiet now. There was only one thing left for me to do.

Jump.

****

I woke up with a start. It took me a while to decipher my surroundings. I was still in the hospital waiting room. I checked my watch. It was 3:49. Louise was still in theatre.

I sat up straight and shook myself a little. That was a creepy dream.

"Mr Sheeran?" A nurse walked in.

"Yeah, that's me." I stood up.

"You're girlfriend is resting in room 2c, bed 3. The anaesthetic hasn't fully worn off but she should wake up soon and then you can leave." She told me.

"Thank you." I politely thanked and shot out of the room in search of room 2c.

I walked in and saw 6 beds, 3 on the left, 3 on the right. My eyes landed on bed number 3 and I scurried towards it.

There she was.

I stopped for a moment to watch her. Her ponytail was no longer in tact and her blonde hair was messily draped down the side of her shoulders. Her face looked so delicate and innocent.

I walked up to the side of her bed and sat down on the chair. I reached for her hand and held it in mine, letting the warmth of it comfort me. Her hand was so soft.

I noticed her eyelids flutter a little and her hand squeezed mine gently. She was awake.

"Louise?" I whispered.

"Hmm..." Her tone indicated that she was miles away and her eyes were still shut. Was she dreaming or something? "Ed?"

"I'm here." I told her, not sure if she was actually listening to me.

"Hmm..." She mumbled.

She was in dreamland.

I didn't mind. I didn't want to wake her up if she was dreaming about me...

Smiling to myself, I stayed watching her, holding her hand, and waiting for her to wake up.

****

We arrived back home an hour later but Louise was still extremely tired. I helped her into my bed and tucked her in so she was nice and warm. We had stopped sharing a bed since our argument in New York, but things were getting better between us and, even though we didn't do anything last night, she still slept in my bed.

It was nice, having her near by.

"Stay?" Louise whispered as I was about to leave the room.

"What?" I turned around.

"Lie with me?" She asked.

"Sure." I smiled.

I took my shoes off and padded over to the bed. I got underneath the covers and wrapped my arms around her waist. She sighed into my chest and rested her head on it as if it were a pillow.

"Thanks for being there." She quietly spoke.

"It's nothing." I played with her hair.

A few more minutes passed as we just lay together, enjoying each others company.

"You got any ideas for what you wanna do on New Year's Eve?" I decided to ask.

After a few seconds of silence, I looked down at her. She was fast asleep. I lightly laughed to myself.

I kissed her on the forehead before carefully moving away from her when I caught the sight of her arms. Her scars were fading and there were no signs of fresh cuts. I guess I could only see her arms but it made me smile to know she wasn't hurting herself. I kissed her scars and draped the covers over her.

With one last glance at her beautiful face, I turned and walked out of the door. As soon as I did that, I heard a knock at the door. I sprinted as fast as I could to ensure the person didn't knock again. I didn't want them waking up Louise.

I looked through the peep hole but I couldn't quite make out who it was. To open, or not to open? That was the question.

Ah, fuck it.

I twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. A boy in black skinny jeans and a grey jumper stared at the floor. He must have been about 16, I couldn't quite see his face though.

"Hello?" I asked. The boys head shot up and my jaw dropped.

"Hey, Ed." He awkwardly waved.

"M-Matt?" I stuttered. It couldn't be. "Is that you?"

"Yep..." He nodded.

His golden brown hair was quiffed and he wore a plain black backpack on his back.

"What are you-" I began.

He wrapped his arms around me and engulfed me in to a huge hug. He began to cry and I patted his back, unsure of what to do. Hearing his whimpers made my mind drift to wonder why he was here. What happened?

"What happened, Matt?" I asked as he cried.

He pulled away from me and shook himself, wiping his tears back.

"I'm in deep shit." He bit his lip, trying to hold back tears.

"What? Why did you come here?" I was beyond confused.

"I need your help big brother." He admitted.

"Well you'd better come." I sighed. I couldn't believe my brother was here.

He had some serious explaining to do.

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Good chapter or nah? I wasn't too sure how old Ed's real brother Matt is. I Googled it and couldn't find anything. Does anyone know? Because it's annoying me not knowing. So I decided to make him 16 because I think most people reading this are around 13-16 or something. So yeah... *awkward silence*

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