More than friends

Old friends meet again. Louis and Sarah knew each other before the excavator ripped them apart. But their back. And they can't help but fall in love.

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3. Chapter 2




I better hope he remembers me.


(Everett's POV)

My sister nervously clutched my hand and led me to the train station. She bought two tickets at the till. I wondered where we where going, but decided to wait and find out later. We hopped on the train and found our seats. It wasn't long before I fell asleep on Sarah's lap.


(Sarah's POV)
We got off the train in Doncaster, England. I carried my brothers sleeping figure towards the taxi service. I called the taxi over and gave him the address. As we drove over, I thought about how badly I needed this too work. The silence gave me plenty of time to mull over what could go wrong, and believe me, there was a lot.
As the taxi rolled to a stop I payed the driver, grabbed a sleeping Everett, and took out my bags. I walked up the driveway I had ran up so many times when I was young. I was always so happy then. But now everything was different. I knocked on the door. It opened and a familiar face peered out at me.
"Sarah? Is that you?" She questioned.
I blushed and nodded. I set down Everett, and she pulled me into a tight embrace. The smile on her face grew.
"What are you doing here, Hun?" She inquired.
"Ummm, I really need a place to stay, just for a little while until I have enough to buy a apartment for me and Evvy. Do you mind if I stay here?"I said. I was so nervous. She was my last chance. She nodded and tears filled my eyes. We hugged.
"Of course Sarah!" She said.
"Thanks Mrs. Tomlinson." I murmured.


Louis' POV


I waved to the fans once more before walking of the stage. I walked back stage with the boys, walking to our room. I see a little boy sitting on our red leather couch. I glance over at him, and notice how much he looks like a little boy I used to know, Everett. His older sister was my best friend. I wonder how she's doing now. Someone clears there throat, and I turn around. I'm greeted by a girl with long blonde hair, and pretty brown eyes. She looks so much like Sarah it hurts. She looks in my eyes, and I stare back. Her eyes are just like Sarah's. no Louis it's not her I tell myself.
I can't be. Sarah always radiated happiness. This girl drips out sadness and fear.
"Louis?" She whispers, looking scared to death.
"Yea?" I asked her.
"Louis it's me. It's Sarah. It's your best friend." She whispers, urgency in her voice.
"No you can't be! Prove it." I stutter. She sighs and pulls up her sleeve so her shoulder was showing. On her shoulder was a scar. A scar identical to the one Sarah got when we decided it would be fun to sled of the roof of my house. I broke my arm. Needless to say, it wasn't fun. I looked into her eyes. The same eyes that had once been so full of life were empty of joy, but full of fear, sadness, and pain.
"What happened Sarah?" I say, concern filling my shaky voice, consuming it, making tears roll down my cheeks.
"What happened to you? You were so happy." I whimpered.
She uttered to dreadful words. To words that made my blood curdle. Words that made me want to curl up in a ball and cry for her.
"My father."
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