Stronger (Sequel to Fragile)

Alex's life is a dream. Her brother Louis, from One Direction, remembers everything. She even gets to go on tour with the boys! But what happens when her past catches up with her again, but this time, back in America? Will she be able to keep everyone safe? Or will she lose everything, and everyone?

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3. Bad News

I woke up and looked around. I was in my room. I tip-toed over to the door and cracked it open. I couldn't hear anyone. I looked at my clock on my nightstand and saw it was 3:45 P.M. I exited my room and walked down stairs.

"Louis," I called. My voice was horace. I hadn't used it since the day Louis found me. "Louis? Zayn? Liam? Harry? Niall?" Nobody responded. I walked into each of the rooms, noboy was home. I flopped down on the couch and flipped on the T.V. The news was on. I was just about to figure out what they were talking about when a phone buzzed. I looked over at the coffee table and recognized Louis's cell. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, is Louis Tomlinson there?" It was a woman.

"Well, no, but this is his sister, Alex Tomlinson." Had Louis made it known I was his sister? I couldn't remember much past the point I was kidnapped. 

"Hello, Miss. I'm sorry to inform you that you're parents have both died in a car crash."

"Wha-what? Why? Why were they together? They're devorced."

"They were both in seperate cars and crashed into each other. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Th-thank you." I was stunned. They gave me up, but still, they were my parents.

"The bodies are at the local morgue. You can pick them up when you are ready for the funerals. Have a nice day, Miss." The woman disconnected and I set the phone back on the table, only to pick it up again. I scrolled through Louis's contacts until I found the right one.

He picked up after three rings. "Zayn," I was sobbing. 

"Alex? Alex, are you alright?" He sounded panicked.

"Can I talk to Louis please?" I sniffled and wiped the tears away from my face.

"Alex? What happened?" He sounded even more panicked than Zayn.

"Louis, when are you coming home?"

"I can come home right now, what's going on?" 

"I'll tell you when you get home. Please hurry..." I hung up on him. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed what I never thought I would, and ran up to the bathroom. 

*****

Louis's POV

We pulled into the driveway after what felt like forever. I threw the door open, and ran into the house. "Alex," I shouted. I ran up to her bedroom. Nobody. I opened her bathroom door and if I was holding something, I would have droped it. Alex was sitting on her bathroom floor, sobbing, holding a knife in her hands. "Alex! Oh my God!" I dropped to my knees beside her and took the knife from her shaking hands, gently setting it aside. I grabbed her arms. She hadn't done anything to them. "Did you hurt yourself?" She just shook her head no, unable to speak over the tears. I pulled her into a hug and rocked her back and forth. "What happened?"

"Som-someo-someone called," she choked out between sobbs. 

"What did they say?" I was more worried than I had ever been in my whole life.

"You're, our, parents are," she broke out into fresh tears, sobbing uncontrollably into my neck. "Louis! They're dead!" I froze.

"What?" I had to have heard her wrong.

She pulled back from me and wiped her eyes, looking into mine. "A woman called your phone asking for you and I said I was your sister and she said they were in their cars and they crashed into each other and they both died and their bodies are at the morgue waiting for us to pick them up for the funeral."

Alex's POV

I said it all in one sentance but I saw it in is eyes that he understood. The light left them all at once and he looked dead. Is that how I looked? I stood up, but he just sat there, staring at the wall. I ran down to the boys. They all looked at me, hoping for an explaination. Niall jumped to his feet when he saw I had been sobbing. "Harry." My eyes locked with him. I started to shake as the tears started coming again. "You have to help him," I pleaded. Harry stood up and grabbed the tops of my arms. I screamed and backed away, shaking for a completely different reason. 

"I'm so sorry, Alex. I didn't mean to scare you." I could hear the genuine apology in his voice. "What's wrong? And what's wrong with Louis?"

"Go help him, I wispered, sliding my back down the wall and pulling myself into a fetal position. Harry ran up the stairs and Zayn came over and knelt in front of me, gently placing his hands on my face, not breaking eye contact with me. He moved slowly, so as not to startle me. 

"What's wrong, Alex? Please, we need to know." He was sincere and calm and kind, everything my father hadn't been. 

"The morgue called." That got their attention. They boys both came over and crouched around me. "Louis's parents died." I started cying again. Not sobbing, just silently crying. Crying for family, crying for loss; crying for Louis. Zayn pulled me into a hug and I cried into his shoulder. 

After about 20 minutes, Zayn picked me up and set me on his lap as he sat on the couch. I had stopped crying tears about 10 minutes before, but I was still dry-crying, even as I laid against Zayn's chest. 

Harry came down about 30 minutes later and sat down in the arm chair. We all looked at him expectantly.

"Lou's asleep now. You should be too," he said, looking at me. I nodded and started to get out of Zayn's arms, but he pulled me back down. I looked up at him and he had such a gentle and kind expression that I deemed his lap a safe place to sleep. I laid my head back onto his chest and was out within minutes.

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