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Dema's P.O.V

"Is she dead , dead , dead , dead?" I hear a light British voice ask along with the harsh bustle of leaves.

In pain I groan picking my head up from my left shoulder without opening my eyes. I shiver as I feel a strong gush of wind hit me hard as winter's breeze yet with no ease. My fingers and toes are numb , and my entire body feels chilled. How long have I been here? Finally I opening my eyes seeing the same forest of green which I had collapsed upon. I blink a couple of times feeling the warm, rough touch of knuckles brush my hard cheekbones soothingly.

I hear a light chuckle, and look to my right seeing a very attractive man crouched beside me smiling brightly. His eyes seem to be sparkling sea green with a bit of baby blue, and his smile is warm, and welcoming. He wears a dark red beanie, dark blue, denim shorts that stop at his knees and a cream colored, winter vest over a thick grey sweater.

"You okay love?" He questions me still having a faint echo at the end.

Swallowing hard I use both of my hands to support my uncomfortable, slouched/laying position on the Earth's cold floor. As I am trying to sit up a sting feeling alerts be quickly make me exhale out of pain. I look down to see a medium size branch, the kind you would play swords with as a kid, buried in the side of my left leg.

"Fuck," I curse to myself whilst rolling my eyes.

Just as my life can get any better. My eyes are still closed and I feel almost frozen. Suddenly the man puts his hand on my injured leg giving it a sympathetic squeeze. I reopen my eyes to see him smiling shyly.

"My mum is a nurse, I'm sure she can help with that." He explains.

I rather go home and relax on my couch never to return to the outdoors again. But if my mother sees this when I go back home, she will be more than angry. So I nod in agreement holding onto the stranger's neck tightly as he lifts me from the ground carefully.

"W-what's your name?" I manage to say whilst shivering involuntarily.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson, your's?" He answers.

"Dema. . ." I say burring my face in my neck for warmth which may seem weird.

Louis laughs at my actions and tries to cover my body from the cold in his as he trots through the crunchy autumn leaves beneath.

"Thank you Louis." I say in his neck hoping he heard me.

"You're welcome beautiful." Louis whispers back.

I sigh heavily still feeling the pain from my leg which Louis is careful to not disturb. He actually seems to smell really nice wearing whatever manly cologne he had sprayed on this evening. Right now all I want to do is rest, sleep, and have a whole pizza to myself. Before I know it my lids are now beginning to get heavy like before and everything goes black leaving me to remember look down at Louis' white converse walk over the leaves below.


An Hour Later

Dema's P.O.V

"Thanks for everything Mrs. Poulston," I thank Louis' mom as she nods with a smile and leaves the room.

I sigh laying my head down and fiddle with the thick blanket covered over my legs. She's so nice, and careful with her hands. Most nurses would have took that branch out in a hurry with no mercy whatsoever. I wonder if Zayn is okay, hopefully he is. I wouldn't want anything happening to him. He's a great guy. The sound of a knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I look up to see Louis walking in with a cup of tea and a smile on his face.

Instantly I feel butterflies in my stomach at his charm. He walks towards me setting the tea on his bedside table and welcomes himself to lay next to me on his bed.

"Hey," I tease scrunching up my nose in a annoyed way.

"It is my bed actually," Louis fight back lightly.

"I guess it is. But right now me and my injured leg are gonna take a rest right here. Weather you like it or not," I sass snapping my fingers.

Louis laughs deeply like a total nerd even with a snort at the end causing me to laugh. He takes off his glasses which makes him look much younger than before. He's still hot Dema is all I can think to myself.

"So you're from London?" I ask wanting him to talk more.

"Mmm no, Doncaster ." He answers drawing pattern on the blanket with his finger tips.

"Oh, so what's it like there?" I ask sounding desperate.

"Mm well it's foggy like out there," He points to the window which shows the woods, " but beautiful like you." Louis finishes in a low tone that I had to lean closer to hear his words.

I blush deeply staring at his very pink, yet thin lips. He stares at my face as well probably thinking that I have too many flaws for one person. But I am quickly alerted as I feel the touch of his hand upon my cheek. The touch he did back out in the woods that brought me comfort.

"I want to kiss you," Louis whispers to me oh-so-slowly.

My eyes blink rapidly out of nervousness and I swallow hard not knowing what to do. Louis seems to know exactly and leans even closer to me until our lips are touched together and chemistry burns within us. His hands cups my face gently as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth sucking on my top lip. I battle him as well hugging him closer and fisting his thin muscle shirt.

"Fuck Dema." Louis moans gently as he stops our hungry kiss.

I whimper at the loss of his lips, but they return and leaves wet kisses from my cheek to my neck heavily sensing his lust. Before I know it, Louis presses his weight upon my right leg making me yell.

He freezes backing away a bit and studying my face with a surprised look. I hold in my laughter at his reaction before we both laugh in unison.


Six Years Later

Dema's P.O.V


"Babe I'm gonna go for a jog!" I call heading out my front door ready to burn some of my baby fat.

"Alright, just don't fall this time!" Louis yells back, teasing me from the garage.

I give him the hand of annoyance before grabbing a hold of the stroller's handle and jogging down the sidewalk of our neighborhood. Here I am, six years later and my "Prince Charming" who saved me is still mine today. We have two sons named, Lexer who is five, Domi who is two as well as a daughter named Delilah who is only three months old and here taking a jog with mommy which she enjoys every now and then. I'm happy to say that I am actually happy with my life right now and I'm actually happy that I fell down that day.

Whilst chuckling at my thoughts I continue my nice pace of jogging until I hear the call of my name. All of a sudden I turn around looking behind me to see a man with dark brown hair, and eyes. He seemed to be the one calling me so I slowly turn Delilah's stroller around walking a couple steps back to get a closer look.

He seems to be my age, maybe only a few years older but not too old. His eyes are a nice brown as well as his styled hair which looks as though it took much time to prepare. His smile is bright and awakening with his tongue behind his perfectly shaped teeth.

"I-I'm sorry can I help you?" I question the man standing on his lawn with a toy truck dangling from his hand.

"It's me. . .Zayn." He explains himself.

I automatically smile at my long time, sort of known friend. He looks behind him to see a small boy who looks exactly like him walk towards him with a nice attitude and a frown on his face.

"Zayn, oh my God. I thought I'd never see you again," I manage to say hearing small whiny noises from Delilah. Did that come out right?

"Haha well nice to see you as well. Um this is my son, Jayden." Zayn says looking at his identical son.

I nod smiling at the little boy who smiles back big, "Um Zayn, I would like to say thank you. For that day." I say to him.

"No problem. I would like to exchange numbers although," Zayn offers with a smile as he bends down to pick up Jayden.

I smile and walk towards him open to having an actual friendship with Zayn this time.

And that is my story on how Louis Tomlinson became my Prince Charming and how Zayn Malik became one of my Life Savors.

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