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?


7. Storage Facility

Alex's P.O.V.

I yawned and attempted to stretch, but there was somthing that was prohibiting me from doing so. I was curled into a little ball and was in a rather uncomfortable position. I tried to open my eyes, but they were practically glued shut. I tried once more and my eyes fluttered open. I threw my arm up to sheild my eyes from the sudden light that attacked them. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed that I was on Louis's lap in the rocking chair that resided in the corner of my room. 

I stood up and rubbed my eyes, yawning. "Louis? Are you awake?" I leaned forward to shake him when there was no response, but decided he needed to sleep. 

I grabbed my cell and checked it as I decended the stairs. It was about 11:30 in the morning, meaning I had completely forgotten to set my alarm. I usually tried to wake up around 9 on weekdays, but I guess that was out the window now. I had no text messages or missed calls, which I wasn't surprised about. My only friends were Louis and his bandmates. Sad really...

I looked through the cupboards and the refridgerator, deciding what was and wasn't safe to eat. I settled on a pot of tea and some pancakes. The two simple items didn't take too long to make, but they were effective. I heard Louis up and about as soon as the smell wafted upstairs. 

"I didn't know you drank Yorkshire tea..." Louis's voice was filled with sleep and I decided that maybe he hadn't gotten enough rest. 

"I didn't know you came over last night. Why did you, by the way?"

He shrugged and took a seat on one of the stools at the island. "Well, I mean, you hadn't texted or called me about memories, the state of the house, wanting to come home..." His voice took on a sad note as he trailed off. "I figured you would've said SOMETHING, so I decided I'd come check on you. If you were asleep, I would reassure myself that you were okay and then go back home; if you were awake, maybe I could help out cleaning the house or we could talk or something. Still getting used to you being gone..." Again, he trailed off sadly.

"Lou... I left last night! I would've been fine. And you would've been too. You didn't have to come check on me." I laughed slightly at him as I set a mug of hot steaming tea in front of him, along with a pile of pancakes. I sat on the stool next to him with my own mug of tea. 

"You're not going to eat anything?"

I rolled my eyes at his silly expression. "Oh wipe that worried look off your face, Louis. I'm simply not hungry, that's all. I promise," I added when he still looked at me with his sad big eyes.

"What's wrong, love?" He put his hand on my cheek.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." I tried to look casual while avoiding his gaze.

His hand moved to my chin and lifted it ever so slightly so I was forced to look at him. "Yes. Something's definitely wrong. I can see it in your eyes. And you were sobbing on your bed when I got here. What's wrong?"

I pulled my head away from him and got up. I started doing the dishes; anything to not have to look at those watery blue eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, Lou. I'm fine, honestly." 

"Have I done something wrong, Alex? Why are you shutting me out?"

I gave up cleaning the dishes and braced my hands against the edge of the sink. "You haven't doen anything, Louis. I promise. It's not you."

I could hear him standing up, but he didn't move towards me. "What's not me?"

"Noth-" Just then, Louis's cell rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. I tried not to chuckle as I heard a voice literally screaming at him through the line.

"Liam! Liam, calm down! Now, calm. What's going on?" Louis's face went white. "Wh-what?!?" 

"Louis?" I took a step forward, my hand outstretched, but backed away again as he turned his back and put his finger in his ear so he could hear Liam better. 

"No, no way! It's not until NEXT month! Alright alright. I'm on my way." Louis hung up, grabbed his jacket and keys, and started for the door.

"Louis wait! What's going on?" 

"Management..." He threw his jacket at the wall. 

"Louis!" I'd never seen him this way. He was alway so happy and cheerful and now... Well, now he was frightening. 

He turned back with an apologetic expression, picking up his jacket. "Sorry, it's just, we weren't supposed to leave until next month, but management wants to get more done on the album and start getting into our normal routines and working out and now..." He took a deep breath to calm himself, "Now we have to leave in two days."

"Two days?!? Wow... But why are you so mad about that? You LOVE touring and seeing the fans!" Even as I said it, the corners of his mouth twitched up in a half smile. 

"I'm just stressed. I always get stressed when I have to leave in a few days. And I just got you back..." He looked up at me, head cocked to the side; a sad, helpless expression on his face. 

"Aw, Lou..." I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his middle. He wasn't the tallest member of the band, but he was quite a bit taller than me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders briefly, then pulled away.

"You're sure you won't come with us?"

"Lou, I love you, I do, but I just... I don't feel comfortable around the guys. And I don't want to be in the way."


"Lou, this is your time to be with the guys. Just the guys. You don't want any girls around to jade the experience. And I'm sure the guys wouldn't appreciate it either."

Just then, Louis's phone rang again. 

"Go. I'll be here when you get back. And you can always call, text, or Skype me."

"I'm not leaving yet," he chuckled. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Ummm... Maybe?"

"Maybe? What-"

"Louis! Phone!"

"Oh! Right!" Louis smiled and answered the phone, closing the door behind him. 

I rolled my eyes, then went upstairs to get ready. I put on a grey off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, some boot-cut jeans, grey combat boots, an orange scarf, and some jewelry. 

Once I was dressed, I went into the bathroom and put on some natural, everyday makeup, then threw my hair into a ponytail. I grabbed my shades, cell, car keys, and the key to the storage locker, then hopped into my car and made my way to London. 


It only took me about an hour to get to London, but I got so lost that it took me over a half an hour to find the storage facility. 

I finally found which locker was mine, number 37, unlocked it, and opened it. I was speechless. It... It was amazing... I turned on the flishlight on my phone for better view when I saw there were a few - more like a few dozen - candles and a lighter. I light all the candles and just stood there in awe. I pulled the door to the locker closed with about a foot of room between it and the ground for privacy. I couldn't believe it. 

On the floor, in the centre, was a note. I picked it up and read.


If you've found this, that means you've found Louis. Or he's found you. Either way, I'm glad. But it also means I'm gone, and for that I am sorry. I never got to see you grow up... But, if you are anything like the way you were when you were three, you'll enjoy the contents of this locker. I continuously put money away for a trust fund for you, but when I never heard from you and your 18th birthday rolled around, I decided to blow all the money on these. I knew when you were young that music would follow you through your life, so I bought music-related items. I hope they capture your attention. If you don't want them, you can sell them, burn them, give them away, I don't care. They're yours. I love you, darling.



I placed the note in my back pocket and looked around. I still couldn't believe she bought me all this, and everything was high-end. It was a musician's dream! There was a gorgeous grand piano, much better than I could've ever dreamed; there was a brand new guitar, acoustic, along with a jar of guitar picks; some framed posters of famous musicals like "Phantom of the Opera" and "Wicked"; stacks of sheet music from musicals, songs on the radio, famous composers, etc.; an old-fashioned record player; and a box of records. 

I stood there, just trying to take it all in. I was flabbergasted! I couldn't believe she would do this for me, she hardly knew me at all. My eyes started to water with gratitude. 

Once I was done taking in the glory, I rented a U-Haul from one of their local locations and loaded everything I could into the U-Haul and drove home. 

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