Chasing the Sun

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  • Published: 22 Sep 2012
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COMPLETED. Alira Somers. A 19 year old girl who isn't that much of a fan of One Direction. But her best friend, Jenna, won tickets to a little 'promo' about One Direction. Little did they know, One Direction was performing. That's where they lay eyes on both of them for the first time. That's when Alira changed her views on them. That's when 2/5 will fall for her. That's when all hell breaks loose in her life.

**Blurb is misleading, it isn't as good as I thought it would be. Personally, it's not my best but by all means, if you want to read it go ahead! Just let me warn you, it's not as good as the blurb says.


51. Chapter 51: Rue Brenté


Chapter 51: Rue Brenté


Harry’s POV


I got out of the shower and walked into my room, looking for clothes to wear. i can hear the tv from the living room so I guessed that Ali was just watching to pass the time. Ali and I haven’t been alone in so long. We were always surrounded by people, especially when Louis got hit by a car. That day was the scariest day. My best friend almost got hurt and my girlfriend got threats. I just can’t wait to spend this afternoon and night cuddled up with Ali. I just hope that we don’t get interrupted.

I miss her. I know she’s been there the whole time but she seems so detached. She’s always glancing around. She’s safe here, no one really knows what hotel I’m at or if she’s with me.

I walked out into the living room, expecting to find her on the couch, her legs perched up beside her and her head resting on the arm rest. But she wasn’t there. The tv was on but the couch was vacant. She’s probably in the kitchen, I thought. But my heart was pounding and somewhere in the back of my head i know that she isn’t there. I walked to the kitchen anyway and it was empty. 

‘Ali!’ I called out, my voice full of hope. 

‘Ali.’ I called out again with no answer.

‘Ali...’ My voice much quieter now, weak. Where is she.

I walked back to the living room, knowing she’s gone. Why did she leave? Was there something wrong? Why didn’t she just tell me? I looked around the room and immediately saw her bag. I picked it up and searched through it. Everything was there except her phone. I was about to put her bag back where I found it when my eye caught sight of a piece of paper where her bag was. Curiously, I opened it. 

My heart clenched as I read the letter. Then it broke when I read the last few words.


Dear Harry,


I’m sorry for not saying anything. I’m sorry for leaving abruptly. I’m sorry that I got you into this. I’m sorry for absolutely everything.

Sam has Louis and she wants me to go there. So I did. She only wanted me and no one else. If you come, Harry, one of us would die or be dead already. I beg of you, Harry, don’t do anything drastic. I know I shouldn’t have up and left but I had to. I’m doing this to save Louis. Please don’t be mad at me. 

Thank you for the past two weeks. Heck, thank you for the last two months. Being with you is the happiest I’ve ever been. You make me the best person I’ve ever been. The amount of times you’ve made me smile... I’ll never ever forget them. I’ll never forget the memories we made. I’ll never forget the stories we’ve told. I’ll never forget you.

Don’t go crazy, Harry. I’m sorry I’m not there to say goodbye. I have to do this, okay? It’s my past that got you involved. I have to end it. We can’t keep running around in circles and chasing the sun, this has to end one way or another and this seems the quickest way to end it. No more running around in circles, no more going back and forth, no more chasing the sun. I’m going to end it and I’m going to get Louis back alive. For you. I’m going to save your best friend and end all of this.

Please forgive me. I’ll meet you up in heaven.

And I love you. I really do. What I’m doing now shows how much I love you. I’ll end this and bring your best friend back alive. I’m not sure what will happen to me, but I’ll take the chances no matter what it is. 

I love you, Harry. So, so so much.



Alira Jane Somers. ♡


I felt my knees buckle and I dropped onto the couch. My heart felt like it was being sliced, up, down, left, right, diagonally. Every which way until it was into tiny little pieces. My hand gripped the paper hard until the crinkles were starting spread all over the page. 

Why? Why did she do that?

She can’t just tell me she loves me on paper. She can’t just tell me it without her being here. She can’t just say the three words I’ve been dying to hear then leave. She can’t. She just freaking can’t.

I was frozen, paralysed. My whole body unable to move. Fear, anger, sadness, horror, dread, sorrow, exasperation, desperation, hurt. It all flashed through my mind. All I can picture is Ali’s face. 

When I met her at the promo, when we went to Manly together, that first date, when she sang, when she danced, when she took a photo of us, when she told me she chose Louis over me, when I saw her happy with Louis, when I saw her again at the studio here in Paris, when we spent that day together, when she took control telling Eleanor, when she grinned while having her ice cream.

All of it came rushing back to my mind. Then I remember that phone call at the park today. When I saw her smile drop from her face and when I saw her face drain from colour. Was that Sam’s phone call? 

Phone.. phone. Her phone wasn’t in her bag! Sh must have her phone on her! I quickly whipped my phone and called her up. The dial tone went for four agonising rings until I heard someone pick up. Hope flashed through every bone of my body.

‘Rue Brenté.’ was her greeting.

‘What?’ I asked but the only answer I got was the end dial tone.

Rue Brenté. What does that mean? My phone rang again and I looked at it, feeling the disappointment wave through me when I Ali’s name didn’t pop up.

‘Hello?’ I answer.

‘Harry? Have you seen Louis? I have no idea where he is.’ Eleanor asked. My whole body froze. How do I explain to her that her boyfriend was kidnapped and that my girlfriend went to go as well?

‘Haz?’ She asked again.

‘E-el.’ And that did it. i broke down crying, my eyes gushing out tears as though it was a waterfall. Ali’s gone and she might not be coming back. 

‘Harry! Please tell me what’s wrong!’ Eleanor’s panicked voice came through the speaker.

‘She’s gone, El. Ali’s gone.’ I managed to tell her although my voice cracked.

‘What do you mean she’s gone?’ She asked, her voice quiet.

‘I mean she’s gone to meet up with Sam while your boyfriend is held hostage.’ I answer her.

‘What? No, she can’t! He can’t! They’re not! Louis was home, he stayed home because he didn’t want to go anywhere today. He’s home and Ali is just out to meet someone, okay. They’re not gone. Sam doesn’t have them. No!’ Eleanor’s denial made me cry again. 

I felt so weak. Crying like there was no tomorrow. Crying to Eleanor who sounded as though she was as broken as me but that’s impossible. She can’t be as broken as me. Ali was everything I’ve ever wanted. 

‘Harry. I’m coming over.’ Eleanor said it as though nothing was wrong but there was a tiny part of her voice where i know that she can feel that what I said was true.


Ali’s POV


‘Rue Brenté.’ I said as soon as I answered the phone. I was meant to hang up straight away but my hand wouldn’t move the phone away from my ear. It felt like it was waiting for something.

‘What?’ He asked and that’s when I realised I was waiting to hear his voice. I was waiting to know that he’s okay and that he won’t be getting the same fate as myself. I quickly ended the call before my mouth would move of its own accord.

I rounded another corner, the building in clear view. My waterworks go off and my tears gushed out, sliding down my face. I might not see Harry again. Or Jenna, or Jake, or Elise, or Georgia, or Eleanor or the rest of the boys. 

I breathed in deep breaths and made my way to the building Sam mentioned. 42nd Rue Brenté looked like a run down house. The front porch was tattered, the floorboards seemed were rotted and two broken rocking chairs with ripped cushions were leaned against the wall. The windows were covered with newspapers, not a sing hole to see through into the house. The door was hanging off the bottom hinge and it looked like it was forced into the doorway. The walls of the house had holes and spray paint all over. 

I walked up to to the door and twisted the doorknob. 

‘Well, well, well, look who decided to show up. And right on time.’ A fake sweet, high pitched voice called. 

I immediately spotted her, sitting down on a run down couch in the middle of the room. I was surprised to notice that she hasn’t changed on bit. She still looks the same from all those months ago. Her face was drowned in makeup, giving the impression that she was trying hard to look beautiful. Her clothes were all black, almost camouflaging into the floorboards that was almost black. Her blonde hair pulled back into a tight, high bun. Her green eyes had the fiery red anger that she had on my first encounter with her.

‘I’m here. Where’s Louis?’ I immediately said.

‘Eager to find your ex-boyfriend who, may I remind you, broke your heart through national television, said he loved you when he didn’t and never texted or called when he specifically promised to do everyday.’ Her voice sounded so malicious.

‘How do you know about that?’ I asked.

‘Let’s just say, be careful who you’re friends with.’ She smiled sweetly though her tone was acidic.

‘What do you mean?’ I asked, fretful.

‘Well, did you ever think why Jake suddenly came out of nowhere?’ She asked. Jake? My heart beat fast. No, Jake wouldn’t do that. Jake wouldn’t at all. 

‘What about Georgia? Did you ever think why she was so quick to comfort Niall?’ She said.  Jake? Georgia?

‘What about Elise? Did Liam just pick her out of nowhere or did she make the first move?’ Sam’s evil grin grew slowly. Jake? Georgia? Elise?

‘Did Janelle really change her heart or was this job just a big plot to help me?’ She continue. Jake? Georgia? Elise? Janelle?

‘And have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, Jenna is sick and tired or having to put you in the spotlight?’ Jake? Georgia? Elise? Janelle? Jenna?

‘STOP!’ I yelled. 

‘Aw, is Alira Jane Somers confused?’ She fake pouted and then she started to laugh maniacally. ‘Wipe those tears, sweetie. You’re in for a big shock today.’ She laughed again.

The door opened and my eyes widened. No. That is not the traitor! No, it’s not!

‘Hello, Ali.’ The traitor smirked.








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