Alright, I just realised something, This is the last chapter in this Movella! OMG! Well, I am sorry for the sudden notice but there will be a sequel!!! xx So PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END ! xx
I woke up with a jolt, my palms and forehead sweaty from my nightmare. I rubbed my eyes and brushed my, hay stack like hair away from my eyes. I placed my hand down on what I thought was my mattress and pushed myself up into a sitting position. The 'mattress' moved under my hand. I yelped a little and pulled my hand away, nearly slipping off my bed. The person next to me groaned and lifted their head up slightly. I didn't realise who it was untill he brushed his messy hair away from his face to reveal a pair of sea green eyes staring straight back at me.
" Louis?" I croaked, he looked confused, then he groaned again and slammed his head back down on his pillow. " What happened?" I asked, really hoping that I just fell asleep and nothing else. I looked down at the bed and my heart skipped a beat. I was in my pyjamas, which I definately wasn't before, which had to mean that he had changed my clothes for me. " Uh, I didn't see anything, You were wearing a vest and well, I looked away." Louis said, his voice deeper than usual from the sleep. " Right, once again, did anything happen?" I asked again, pulling un my shirt up a bit, worried about it being to low. He rubbed his temples. " Nope. I don't think so." He groaned as he sat up and swung his feet of the bed. His hands went through his hair and he turned to face me.
" Can we just forget about this." he asked, desperation filling his words. " I'm not sure I can." I muttered. His eyes made contact with mine. I felt something light up in my heart. There was a silence filled of pain and regret.
" Can you tell me something." Louis asked, I looked at him, not having a single idea on what he was going to ask. " Why?" I replied with a question, not exactly sure why, probably because I just wanted to know more about what I actually had to answer.
" Because, I just need to know, otherwise I won't - I won't know what the hell I'm going to do with all my freaking fealings." He said, raising his voice as he paced around the room. I looked straight into his glassy sea green eyes. Knowing he meant exactly what he said.
" What do you want to know?" I asked, sitting myself back on the bed while brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. He looked around, his eyes flickering around the room slightly.
" What did I do to you?" His eyes full of axiety. I couldn't believe it. " You honestly don't know what you did? No idea?" I asked, frowing at the memories.
" No, so please would you like to enlighten me?" I looked at him, not sure where to begin.
" I was 8 and you were 10. We were sitting in front of the TV watching one of the Twin Towers crumbling to peices." I could see his thoughts running back to that day. " You were disguisted by the terrorists and their behaviour. You told my dad that you wanted to do something about it, you said that you wanted to grow up fast so that you could help fight back against terrorists." His eyes were full of confusion as he attempted to remember what had happened.
" Then you asked my dad to do something for you. You asked him to do it with you when you got older. You told him to promise you that when you got older, you and him would go out and 'save the world'. He did promise, because he was a good man, the best man that I ever knew."
" And then what?" Louis asked, the truth dawning on him a little bit. " What do you think? He did it! He shipped out to Afganistan when I was 16. He told me that he was doing it for me and you. He said that he wanted to make the world a better place forour family, which was true. Then he lied. He told me that he would be back soon, but he wasn't. I waited, week after week, month after month, year after year, but he never came back for me. You didn't seem to notice me crying my eyes our when anyone mention the slightest thing to do with war. You didn't even ASK where he had gone. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body, but do you know what the worst thing was? The fact that you never did anything, you didn't do the slightest thing to help. My dad did it for nothing Tomlinson. Nothing." I cried, tears falling out of my eyes, Louis seemed to look faint, his face was frozen in a emotionless state. There was a slence before he decided to say something.
" That had nothing to do with me, I-" I cut him off. " Yes you did Louis, If you hadn't made that stupid promise then he would still be with me, if you had actually done something then I might now be as mad now but the fact that you just sit there, getting paid for traveling around the world making teenage girls obsessed with you, makes my blood Fucking boil. You still did it, no matter how indirect, you killed my dad Louis, and I just don't know how the fuck I am supposed to ever forgive you." I screamed. Louis turned around and walked out of the room. " It wasn't my fault." were the last words I heard before his bedroom door slammed shut. That was it, I just couldn't do this anymore. I grabbed a bag from under my bed and began to pack the necesities.
While I was looking through my draws I found the lyrics to the song I had written for the Project Simon had given us. I read them through and fresh tears escaped my eyes. I didn't think that Louis had written anything and I didn't really need it so I slipped it under his bedroom door and grabbed my bag. The boys didn't say a word as they watched me leave, they knew they couldn't stop me.
Within minutes I was sitting by a bus stop, in my rain soaked pajamas waiting for a bus that seemed to never arrive.
That's it guys, that was the last chapter! Thank you so much for reading Stripes Girl and Braces Boy, Thanks so much for sticking it through with me and I hoped you like reading it as much as I liked writing it.
Don't worry, there will be a sequel, It will be called. " Picking Up The Pieces." It will be coming out soon I hope!! Maybe in a week or so as I have exams and I really need to be revising! x
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yeah, So I guess that is it!
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