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6. Shelby and Louis

"Oh my god, Lou, chill out! They're just my friends," I exclaimed, throwing my arms above my head.

"I don't care! I don't want you hanging out with a bunch of other guys without having at least one other girl with you guys," he argued.

"Do you not trust me?" I asked.

"Of course I trust you. I just don't trust them," he 'calmly' explained.

"I'm going to Jay's," I said, referring to my best girlfriend.


I grabbed my duffel bag and grabbed my pjs, and some other clothing. "MAYBE IF YOU TRUSTED ME YOU'D UNDERSTAND. NOT ALL OF THEM ARE GUYS. JAY IS A GIRL. RAE IS A GIRL. I HANG OUT WITH JAY, RAE, JAXSON, KILE AND DRAKE. CALM YOUR TITS LONG ENOUGH TO HEAR ME OUT, YOU DICK!" I yelled back, getting in his face a pushing him. I stepped back and finished packing the bag.

I wiped my eyes and walked out the front porch, meeting the boys about the knock. They gave me confused looks as I cried and left. As I got to the gate, the paps were taking pictures and asking questions.

"Shelby! Why're you crying?"

"Shelby, did you and Louis break up?"

"Care to make a statement?" One asked that got my attention.

"This is to all the girls between 13 and 25; if your boyfriend or husband doesn't trust you because you hang out with a bunch of guys, leave him. If he really loved you then he wouldn't assume you're cheating," I said, looking straight to the pap asking the question. 

I then walked away.


"We all ask, what happened to Shloubi? Well, it seems to be a couple of days ago, Shelby was spotted leaving Louis Tomlinson's house with tears in her eyes and a duffel bag on her shoulder. She told the paparazzi, and quote, 'This is to all the girls between 13 and 25; if your boyfriend or husband doesn't trust you because you hang out with a bunch of guys, leave him. If he really loved you then he wouldn't assume you're cheating.' Was Louis assuming that Shelby was cheating on him with her guy friends? After this break, we will have two special guests to tell us what happened first hand," the lady said. 

"Okay, last minute makeup touch ups and clothe checks," the producer said. 

A different lady came and powdered my nose and fixed my outfit. 

"We're on in thirty," the producer said to the hostess. She nodded and smiled at the camera.

"And we're back. This is Ashley Savage, back on Celebrity Gossip with two guests. Can I get someone to bring Shelby out?" She asked and a large security guard came and led me to my seat. Several people cheered me on.

"Hello, Shelby, how are you today?" She asked, looking at me.

"I'm okay, I guess. How bout you?" I asked back, faking a smile.

"I'm great. So do you know who the other guest is?" Ashley said, looking sly.

I shook my head. "No, I don't. I'm not sure if I want to or not," I giggled.

"Lets get someone to bring Louis, shall we?" She said looking to the side where another guy brought Louis on stage. When he saw me his facial expression turned apologetic and the crowd booed him.

"Hello Ashley, erm, hey Shelby," he said, awkwardly.

"Louis," I nodded.

"So, could I get what happened?" Ashley looked at us, from Louis to me. 

"I had gotten home from skateboarding with my friend. It was chilly and
 my friend, Kile, had given me his jacket and I was wearing my other friend, Jaxson's hat. I walked in and took my shoes off and went to the kitchen to get a drink. Louis was in there and saw the jacket and the hat and started questioning me about my faithfulness to him. I wqtold him that I hung out with my friends, Jay and Rae, who are girls and Jaxson, Kile and Drake, who are obviously guys. Then I got tired of his lack of trust in me so I left," I said, telling my point of view. 

"Louis, would you care to explain your side?" Ashley looked away from me to Louis, obviously hungry for drama.

"It's almost the same as hers except, instead of her getting a drink, she was reapplying her lipstick in the window reflection. When she first walked in, her makeup was smeared," Louis said, shrugging and leaning back. 

"Who's to believe? Louis or Shelby? I don't know..." Ashley said, trailing off to create drama.

"Okay. Forget this. I don't need more drama. Goodbye," I said, grabbing my cardigan and leaving. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

I looked through the peephole to see Louis. I shook my head and didn't answer the door. He knocked again.

"C'mon, Shelbs, answer the door. I know your in there," he called. I ignored him, praying that he went away. Finally, he did and there was another knock. I looked through the peephole and saw Niall. My loyal best friend.

I opened the door. "Hey Niall." 

"We need to talk, now," he said, furrowing his eyebrow.

"Okay let me grab some drinks," I said, motioning to the couch as I went to the kitchen to grab some sodas. 

"You need to get back with Louis. He's been really really quiet. He hasn't been this upset since Eleanor," Niall said as I handed him a coke.

"Well, talk about not beating around the bush," I muttered.

"C'mon, Shelbs, you have to. He's seriously thinking about hurting himself over you guys' break up. You need to get back with him," Niall pleaded.

"I've been missing hi-," I was cut off my by phone vibrating, indicating that I have a text.

From Louissssss <3 
          I'm sorry I caused you this pain. I love you more than anything, and I want you to be happy. If your happy then I'll leave you alone. For good. I love you, my dear. Everything goes to you after I do this. Money, clothes, pictures, my house, cars, everything. I love you <3

It took me about thirty seconds to realize what he meant. 

"MOVE, NIALL. MY BOYFRIEND IS ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID," I yelled, running out of my apartment and down the street to his house. I opened the door with my key. The paparazzi had spotted me running frantically and followed me. They were flashing pictures and shouting questions as I fumbled with the keys in the lock. Finally, I had gotten it and saw Louis in the lounge room surrounded by our pictures and my clothes and everything I left behind. He hadn't heard me come in. He was about to stab the long, jagged knife into his chest. 

"I love you, Shelby," he muttered. I tackled him, and made sure the knife went skittering across the room. 

"Oh my god, Louis. Don't you ever try to do that again. I love you. My god, I love you, I love you I LOVE YOU," I shouted.

"Thank god you're back," he said before grabbing my face and smashing his lips into my own.

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