A/N: Thank you guys so much for everything! I'm sorry i didnt upload last night, but here it is, the chapter you all wanted so you know about Conor's wellfair! I am actually really ill today and off work, so please forgive me for any massive mistakes! Nearly 2250 reads and 133 votes makes me want to twerk to celebrate - but i wont, i'll just write how much that means to me and thank you guys so so much!! I love you all and enjoy reading! :) xxxxxxx

Louise's POV

I held my breath as I walked into the hospital. Conor's mum and I had a chat and she'd made me see the light. I needed to go and see him. I needed to apologise. I needed to tell him this was all a big mistake. After Conor's mum and brother had left, I ran up to my room and cried. I cried as much as I did when I lost dad. That's what made me realise, this wasn't some puppy love kid romance thing, I really thought as much of him as I did with my dad. Conor meant that much to me...

"Hello." I said to the receptionist. "My friend is in here? Con-" My phone began to rang and we both looked down at it.

"I'm sorry," She began, "Please take the call outside." I smiled and nodded.

"Hello?" I questioned harshly.

"Babe, it's me. What's wrong? I came round and you weren't in. Where are you?" I instantly regretted picking up the phone.

"Look, David, I can't talk now, I'm not even meant to have my phone on! I'll call you later?" I asked quickly. Please say yes, please say yes.

"Why can't you talk? Are you with someone?" He hesitated. "Are you with Conor?" I felt like flinging my phone across the car park.

"Look David, I really really have to go now..." I urged.

"You're with Conor, aren't you? Remember we were meant to be going to the cinema today?" I slapped my hand on my forehead. Crap! How did I forget that?

"Oh David I'm so sorry! I completely forgot!" I hated myself. I've screwed everything up for everyone!

"Yeah I'm sure Conor made you forget how important I was to you, eh?" He said angrily.

"It's not like that, David. I'm not with Conor..."

"Who are you with then? I can hear people in the background." He hinted.

"David, I'm at the hospital." I began.

"Shit! Are you alright? What happened?!" He suddenly sounded so caring. I began to walk back and forth in front of the door to the hospital.

"It's not me. I'm fine. It's Conor who's in hospital." The lump in my throat appeared again and I began to tear up. "He's in here because of us, David..." I began to cry. I don't know why, but I couldn't control it. I just sobbed.

"Woah woah woah... What do you mean because of us?" He stopped with the caring tone and now sounded angry. I managed to calm down from crying and took a deep breath in.

"After you said he was a bad influence, he rode off. And he was in an accident..."

"That's not my fault." He said, unbothered.

"Excuse me?" I said, beginning to lose it.

"I didn't make him speed off and crash."

"You're unbelievable. Have fun at the cinema on your own. Bye." I hung up on him and turned my phone off. I walked back into the hospital and towards the receptionist.

"Hello again." She smiled at me.

"Umm, Conor Maynard? He was in an accident yesterday..." No matter how much I said it I couldn't say it without becoming teary eyed. My heart sped up as she typed his name in.

"His family are in there at the moment. If you walk down this hallway, he's in room 12. Just wait outside." She smiled and I walked down the hallway. What was I going to see when I walked in there? Was he going to look like himself? Or was he going to look like a mess, with plaster casts and needles and wires and monitoring equipment beating away as background noise? I knocked on the door when I got there.

"One moment, Conor..." I heard his mum say and she stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

"How is he?" I said, tears in my eyes again.

"He'll get there. He was lucky." I breathed a huge sigh of relief and let the tears roll down my face. I felt like celebrating. HE WAS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT! Conor's mum pulled me in for another one of her sympathetic hugs.

"I'm so sorry... For everything..." I said to her. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"What trouble have you caused? He chose to ride his bike. He chose to speed. You showed him something he's not been showed at school; Love, Compassion... Instead of just running around after him like those popular girls."

"He really tells you a lot..." I laughed.

"Only now he's in here. Before this happened I didn't even know he spoke to people at school. He does his best to avoid us most of the time..." She rolled her eyes. "And you turning up here has restored my faith in decent women..."

"Did you guys want drinks or anything? I can imagine you've been here for hours..." I asked, feeling bad.

"It's fine, Louise. We're all going for lunch now anyway; you turned up at just the right time. I'm just going to say goodbye and we'll leave you to it." She smiled as she walked back in.

"Who was that?" I heard Conor's voice as she shut the door and my heart broke. I couldn't help but think this was all my fault. From the first day I spoke to him he's been so nice to me, and I throw it in his face and date David...

"See you later baby!" Conor's mum called out as his family walked out of the room, leaving him alone. I felt so happy but at the same time I was terrified. Did I look alright? What would he say? I stood up and took a deep breath in and out before I knocked and walked in. The sight before me was enough to make me feel sick.

"It's not as bad as it looks..." He comforted me.

"Oh God! Conor I'm so sorry!" I whispered. I couldn't talk, or walk, or think. He looked so different; So broken...

"Broken arm, broken wrist, torn ligaments, bruising. It's fine. I could have got out of it a lot worse."  He smiled. "Where's your boyfriend, anyway?" It didn't even take a minute for him to get stuck back in to the drama I was trying my best to forget.

"I forgot to go on a date with him to see you..." I shrugged. "I got outside the hospital and he was like 'where are you? We had the cinema today' and I shouted at him and hung up."

"How kind of you. Thanks. But feel free to go on that date if you want to." I could tell he was hurting. Every comment he made was spiteful, but I didn't deserve anything less. I'd got us all into this mess and I needed to get us all out. But how? I couldn't magically heal Conor, magically make David disappear or magically make Conor fall in love with me. I sat down on the chair by his bedside.

"You know your brother found me?" I began the conversation I know I needed to have with him. The one where I explain to him he means as much as my dad did.

"Yeah, he told me. You're 'Louise from School'." He said with a smile.

"He's a lovely guy..." I smiled. "He wasn't best pleased with me, neither was your mum when she found Jack and slapped me in the face." I said, half joking.

"She slapped you?" Conor let out a laugh. "She left that bit out..." Conor hesitated. "She said you were really upset."

"I was, believe me."

"You collapsed on the floor and everything like they do in the films..." He continued.

"Yeah, alright. Milk it, why don't you?" I laughed. "But yes, after they left I ran upstairs and I cried for hours, I didn't eat... I acted like I did when my dad died." He moved his head to the side so he was able to look at me.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded. He moved his hand with the broken wrist towards me and I gently placed my hand in his. It felt like a jolt of electricity, it felt like my hands were numb, it felt... right...

"Conor, I've been a complete and utter idiot..." I said honestly as I stood up next to his bedside and looked down at him. "I'm so sorry..." Come on, Louise, build up the confidence to say it. Just tell him you love him. Just say it...

"Me too..." He said to me and I felt my heart breaking. He didn't have anything to apologise for... "When I told my mum everything that had happened, she made me see it differently. She gave me an insight into what you would have thought... It never even crossed my mind until that moment in time, until she explained it to me... And I'm sorry... Sorry for leading you on and making you think we had something..."