" Come on mate, Just come back to the house." Harry begged me. My god, why wouldn't he let me be! " No, I'm staying here, I don't want to go back." I said once again. " Hurry the hell up with your decision , I think they might be breaking down the door!" Zayn cried worried. Another thump hit the door and I jumped. Our fans where REALLY crazy.
" You have been here a whole night, don't you think Christy would have gone by now?" Niall asked frantically, his eyes kept darting back to the door which Zayn was leaning against, obviously trying to keep the screaming girls out. " Yah, Plus, You only booked this room for 1 night, you can't stay another." Harry reasoned. I could stay however nights I want, I just had to go to the front desk.
" I can stay as long as I want Hazza, I just need to tell the front desk and pay for it." I pointed out. Harry chuckled. " And how are you even planning to get out?" Harry pointed at the door then at the window, we where on the 68 floor, I wouldn't survive the fall, definitely not. "I'm not going back alright? I don't want to go back to the god damned house." I yelled. The screaming outside escalated.
" Shit, guys, they can hear us!" Zayn cried as the screaming got louder. " That's it, We are leaving." Harry said angrily and grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards the door. Niall quickly followed us. " I'll call Paul." Niall said reading Harry's mind.
We where all safely in our van with only a couple of ripped shirts, It was crazy out there, screaming girls all down the corridor. It's not that I didn't love our fans, its just they could get a little stalkerish and annoying sometimes when you had personal issues you wanted to deal with. The car stopped and Harry opened the door. He pushed me of then got out himself. " You are to go in there, and apologize to Liam for running away like a jerk and then you are going to call Christy and say sorry for saying those disgusting things." Harry demanded as the other boys sniggered behind me. I clenched my fists. " Yes father" I mocked that sulked back into the house.
The house was silent. It didn't seem as if there as anybody at home. " Liam?" I called. Nothing. I turned to Harry, " They are not here!" I stated the obvious. ' No Shit Sherlock." Harry dissed. He sounded like Chrisy that day by the bus station.
I plopped myself down on the sofa and took in a deep breathe, the sofa smelt of the perfume Christy was wearing yesterday. I picked up the blanket that I had wrapped Christy in the night before, she would probably think it was Liam that did it, I don't mind, it would be better that way. Yes, I know I had left, but I came back to get some clothes and my toothbrush and stuff like that since I was going to stay at the hotel. I couldn't resist, I saw her there, slightly shivering, with tear stains running down her face, something inside me gave way and I just had to do something, I couldn't leave her there. Stop it, Stop it right now Louis. She doesn't like you anymore, she doesn't love you anymore. You were nice to her but she changed, and the old Christy is not coming back. I yelled at myself.
" Liam?" Harry said into his phone behind me.
"hey Liam, where are you?" I asked him through the phone. There was a silence. " police station" he said weakly. What the hell was LIAM PAYNE out of all people doing in a police station.
"What are you doing in a bloody police station?" I asked really confused. Liam sighed. "It's a long story and I'll tell you later, but do you think that Christy can stay with us for a while?" I thought for a while, Christy seemed to be a lovely person, and having a person of the opposite gender around the house could help the tidiness and atmosphere. "sure, wait, what about Louis?" I suddenly remember and asked Liam. "To be honest I don't really care, I don't know what happened between them but Christy needs my help and I'm not going to let Louis's past stop me."
Liam escourted me into their van and told the driver to take us back to the house. I had been at the police station for over 16 hours now and Liam was there with me for every second. He wouldn't let me go anywhere on my own, just in case something happened. Liam was such a sweet person, he was kind and always wanted to help me out and I couldn't have wanted a better b-...... friend. It had just dawned on me that Liam wasn't actually my boyfriend yet.
The police men had given me and Liam many talks about what was going to happen now that I maight be a target but most of the time we spent in the station was waiting for things to happen, I talked to the doctor who was taking care of my mother on the phone because they wouldn't let me out of the station. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't insisted for me to come stay with him and the boys.. and Louis.
" By the way Liam, thanks for everything, letting me stay at your house, coming to help me, and the blanket." He looked at me confused.
" Blanket?" Wait, if it wasn't him then who was it?. " Nevermind"
-After the Drive-
Liam opened the door and beckoned for me to come in. Sitting on the sofa were boys, they where all in Onesie's and were watching a film. I felt like I had disturbed something. " Hey guys, I'm back." Liam said solemly and gave me another hug. His hug was warm and brotherly and calmed me a bit. " Hey Christy!" Harry, Niall and Zayn said happily, with glowing smiles, Louis voice trailed a little behind. " Hi "
" Are you okay?" Harry asked, sounding genuinly worried. I nodded weakly. " what happened?" Niall asked in his beautiful accent.
I sighed. Liam told me that I didn't have to tell them if I didn't want to. I said that it was fine and began the story.
After I had told them, they all seemed to looked really worried. Louis in particual who was listening from his sitting position on the sofa. " Babe." Zayn whispered and wrapped me up in a bear hug. " It's gunna be alright." He whispered as he rubbed circles on my back. I smiled at him, these boys where all so sweet.
Suddenly, Louis left his position on the sofa and brushed past me. I felt like I was going to cry, My mum just got hurt badly by a intruder and I might be the next victim and the prick just leaves? " Where is my room?" I asked. I didn't want to sound demanding, but I just wanted to lie down and cry about how shit my life was right now. " Oh, Its up the stair and to the right, I'll take you." Liam offered but I declined. " I'll be fine, you have some rest." I kissed him on the cheek and stumbled up the wooden stairs.
My bedroom was huge, with light blue walls and a queen sized bed. There was a desk and a huge mirror. At the far side of the room there was a balcony and by the balcony there was a sofa and a coffee table which was oposite a TV. This was amazing. I walked past the mahogany draws and wardrobs and threw myself onto the incredibly soft bed. There I lay for a couple of hours, just thinking things over.
Just then there was a knock on the door, " Come in" I said and in walked the last person I would think it could have been. Louis. I jolted up and glared at him. " What do you want?" I asked. He sighed. " I want to talk to you." He walked a little bit closer, looking at me like he expected something. " You can stand" I said angrily. He nodded and took a deep breathe.
" I am so sorry for what I said about you.. and I'm sorry about what happened to your mum and the situation your in right now." He apologised, the tone of his voice actually sounded like he was sorry but somehow I didn't believe him
" Really? It didn't seem that way when you stormed off after I told you guys what happened!" I spat. He blushed.
" I needed to leave, because, I didn't want people to see me ..." He stopped and exhaled. " Cry? was little louis baby going to cry?" I said disgusted. I instantly felt bad. He didn't deserve that, I had just pushed it to far. He laughed out of anger. " Great, I come here to say sorry, to tell you that I am genuinly sorry for being a twat and all you do is insult me even more?" He snarled. " I-" I tried to say something but he cut me off. " I don't even know why I came here, why I even care the slightest little bit about you." He growled. He... cared?
" I don't even know why, I gave you that bloody blanket, I should had just let you fucking freeze!" He yelled. It was Louis who gave me the blanket? Louis said that he cared about me. He cared.
" Get out." I said, trying to hold in the tears as I pointed at the door. " You know what? You are a bitch, and you are never going to change." He spat. " NOW" I screamed, he took another look at me and stormed away, again.
END! I am super sorry I have been away for a while, Its hard to update sometimes cos I just don't have enough time.
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