It wouldn't be the Same Without You

Who would've thought a shy girl could steal the heart of funny-boy Louis Tomlinson? He brings out a shining light in her, and they fall harder and harder for each other... Until something tears them apart...


22. Followed

Chapter 24
Alesha's POV
The girls were silent, their faces blank.
"Shit..." Amy said. She rubbed her temples like she also had a headache.
"Yeah..." Eloise replied. She looked nervously around the room, like someone was about to pop out and get her. Everyone was on edge. Including me.
"Louis says they have it under control. We'll be fine." I reassure them, but even I didn't believe myself. Someone was threatening us for Christ's sake! They could be outside our doors right now, and we wouldn't know. The sound of keys in the door distracted us, making me jump. The boys walked in, stress and angry expressions covering their faces. I walked up to Louis and he embraced me in a hug.
"I won't let anything happen to you, I swear." He whispered into my hair. I just nod my head.
"Come on. Lets eat." Niall says, pulling out Take- Out Chinese.

"What are we going to do?" Lily asked Niall. He rubbed her back. It was starting to irritate me. They're weren't telling us anything. This involved our safety, too. They can't just leave us in the dark! We've been discussing it for hours, but still, they won't tell us anything. Not a thing. They kept reassuring us that everything was fine, but that wasn't enough. I needed to know all the details.
"Don't worry about it. We've got everything under control." He replied. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"How?!" I yell, jumping to my feet, "How are you keeping us safe?" I turn to Louis, "How are you going to prevent this person from hurting us? Are you just going to have security with us at all times? keep us inside? What? You can't keep us safe! Someone is out to get us, and you won't even tell us what your plan is!" I stopped to take a breath, "If we hadn't of come here, this wouldn't have happened. We would be safe. At home." I spun on my heal and stormed out of the room, through the front door and into the chilly London air, anger and regret bubbling inside me.

'Damn, I wish I'd brought my jacket...' I say to myself. The cold was eating me up. My hands were blue and my teeth were continuously chattering. My thin shirt was doing nothing for me. Why did I always chose to run out into unknown streets in the middle of the night? Now I was stuck sitting on the curb. The street was empty- not a single sign of life anywhere. It brought back the memories of Louis' bashing, and I shivered. I felt bad for how I had acted tonight, but I was sick of being left out of things. I could see the hurt in his eyes, and I nearly slapped myself for hurting him. He WAS only trying to protect us...
I patted down my pocket for my phone, but it wasn't there.
"DAMMIT!" I yell. I pick up a stone and throw it into a tree. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know anyone and I had nothing with me. "Smart, Alesha." I say to myself. I rub my eyes. It must be late now....
I imagine Louis' face from this morning, staring down at me as I woke up. How he smiled at me. I remembered how he had never left me throughout the night. He is everything to me, and now, I've ruined everything. He will probably never love me back now- wait? Love? This didn't sound like me. I never committed to anything! I throw my head into my arms, before sighing, and getting back to my feet.
'Time to go home...'
I focused on every street sign, looking for familiar ones and grew agitated as I became aware I was lost. The signs might as well of been in Latin. My feet were stinging from blisters, and I stopped to pull of my converses. The rustling of leaves came from behind me. I froze, and slowly turned. Nothing. I walk for another hundred or so meters, then heard another rustling noise. What the hell? I turn again, scanning the area. Again, there was nothing, but I felt like there was someone else there. 'Just like Louis described when he was beaten...' I shivered again and tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. I was NOT going to be beat up. Was I? My heat started to beat harder and my breathing became heavier. I had to dare myself to look once more. When I turned around, I saw a dark figure, standing near the street post, watching me.
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