Waiting for You

Amanda and Skyler get the chance of a lifetime when they are personally invited to go on tour with their favorite band, One Direction. As relationships develop, secrets are revealed, and it starts to become unclear what will unfold. But the only thing the girls know for sure is that with these boys, love is always an option.
Co-written by Heather Tomlinson and Emily M. Horan, author of More Than One Direction, and the sequel, Choosing One Direction.


37. Painful Lies and Broken Truths

"I'm sorry Paul, ohmygosh, I'm so sorry Paul."
"Louis, what the hell?"
"I'm sorry," Louis says again.
"No, I probably deserved that."
"No, you REALLY deserved that."
"Yeah..." Paul's voice fades.
"Can I just be alone with her for a few minutes?" Louis asks him.
"Yeah, then you'll come?"
"Yes," Louis sounds reluctant.
I hear footsteps leave the room.
Then I hear some approach me.
As much as I'm dying to talk to Louis, I'm more interested in knowing what happened.
And I don't know if he'll tell me knowingly, so I listen.
"Mandy, this is awful. And it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you drive away," his voice cracks on 'drive'.
"But I just thought you needed time alone. Now we have to leave without you, and all because of some depressed person that never got the help they needed. Now they're dead, and you're injured."
He takes a deep breath.
"And you hate me," he finally says.
"No I don't," I state before opening my eyes.
He looks at me, shocked.
"No I don't hate you, Louis."
"How long have you been awake?"
"It doesn't matter," I say, "just know that I don't hate you."
"I bet," he says sarcastically, and I sense pain in his voice.
"Stop blaming yourself; it's not your fault."
"Yes it is."
"No, it's whoever you were talking about's fault."
"And mine."
I shake my head, "Tell me what happened."
"They committed suicide on a bridge you were driving on. There was a ton of traffic going on, and with the slippery roads from the rain, you slid into another car."
"I blacked out," I admit, "but I remember most of the traffic."
"I should've stopped you from leaving."
"Like you said, you thought I needed time to be alone. But you have to stop blaming yourself."
"You think that's the only reason I'm upset?"
"Isn't it?"
"No, it's n-"
"C'mon Lou," Paul pokes his head into the doorway, "cab's here."
"What about her?" Lou points to me.
"I have a plane ticket for her that I left with Jim."
He pushes a young-looking apparent intern with a clipboard, dressed in a dress shirt, jeans, and flip flops, into my room.
"He'll take you on the plane once you're fully recovered. Don't worry Lou, I'm taking care of her."
Lou takes one more look at me before leaving the room wordlessly.
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