Trapped With the One and Only... Louis Tomlinson.

When we first met, we were at a party. I guess that's just what we are... The party couple. But tonight, everything went wrong. I asked my boyfriend to pick me up, not knowing he was drunk, and now were trapped in a ditch. We don't have our phones, we have no food... And just to make it even worse... I'm three months pregnant.

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12. Dreaming

The first time I woke up, I was in a moving car.  The second time I woke up, I was in a little room, and the third time I woke up, I was back on the canyon floor, once again. It was so vivid, it seemed like a dream. Yet, it was so terrifying, it was like a nightmare. The memory of needles and probes jolted me awake. I awoke in the same spot as before, in the grass by the river. But this time, Louis lay next to me. His chest rose and fell slowly, and he wheezed with every breath. I was to tired to move. I could hardly breathe and the thick fog wasn't making it any easier for me, nor Louis. So I just laid there. For hours, maybe days, my chest rising and falling in sync with Louis. It got harder when the wind blew, because the dust would clog up my airways and get in my eyes. And still, Louis just lay there breathing. I don't know how many days or hours had last when the fog cleared up... Only that the sun beat down on us, the heat burning my skin. I looked to my side and slowly examined Louis still face. He didn't look in pain. And he didn't have any facial expression. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. His hands rested upon his lower stomach and his feet were bare and clean. There was no dirt or blood on his body. I laid back down and stared at the sky, watching little clouds of dust move when I breathed out. My eyes slowly slid closed, little images flickering behind my eye lids. 

 Harry smirked at me from the other side of the room, his body wavering from the alcohol. The gold liquid splashed out of his cup and onto the floor as he made his way across the room over to me. His dropped his cup to the floor and the beer spilled on the white carpet, but he didn't seem to care. "Hey, Ella Ella, Cinderella," he mumbled into my ear, wrapping his hands around my tiny waist. I pushed him off of me playfully. "You know I hate it when you call me that, Styles." He smirked and winked at me. "But you're so hot when you're mad." I groaned. "You're not," I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck. My eyes scanned the room for Louis, hoping he wouldn't show up anytime soon. Harry's lips brushed against my neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. He latched himself onto the corner of my neck, drawing a moan out of me. His lips traveled up my neck and I looked at the ceiling. His hands wandered down my sides and then he stopped. "Wh- Why did you stop?" He smiled and kissed my neck again. He gestured to the party around us. "Maybe we should finish this upstairs," he hinted, raising his eyebrows. I nodded in agreement as he pulled me up the metal spiral staircase. 


I woke up suddenly, my eyes shooting open and looking straight into Louis eyes. "Why were you moaning about Harry in your sleep?" My heart stopped. Oh shit.

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