She's too young: The painful truth

What if everything everyone warned you about, was true? What if it was too late to turn back? And what if the painful truth let you drop to the floor, wishing everything was the same again? Would you give it a second chance?

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9. A broken elevator

The elevator doors slid open with ease. I walked slowly down the hall until I arrived at my door. I attempted to twist the door open until I realized it was locked, and that I couldn't find my key anywhere. My hands patted at my pockets and my sweatshirt in search of where they might be. And then I thought I might have dropped them on my way up.

I knocked at the door and called Hanna's name loudly. Either she didn't hear me, or she was busy inside and would rather me locked out anyways. I groaned and pressed my fist on the door again, this time much louder. It didn't sound like anyone was inside, which meant her and Louis must have left somewhere. With really no other choice, I turned back to the elevators, pressing the button quickly to make it downstairs and see where my key was.

My agitation levels were too high. I didn't understand why Hanna would lock the door in the first place. We didn't have anything valuable that could get stolen if anyone broke in. She was probably just being a bitch and did it intentionally. I didn't want this to ruin my night. So I stepped into the elevator trying to keep my cool. That is, until someone shouted, "Hold the door!" So being the kind and generous person I was, I held the button to keep the door open for whomever it was trying to get downstairs as well. And then the blood rushed to my cheeks and the lining of my stomach and Louis stepped inside the claustrophobic area.

"I didn't think you'd actually hold it for me." He chuckled.

"Yeah well I didn't know it was you coming, or else I would have let the door close." I pressed the button to the lobby, standing far against the corner as not to get near him.

"Well, thank you." He murmured.

"Yep." I replied.

Curiosity filled me when I fit a couple pieces of the puzzle together. Louis was in my dorm with Hanna. Louis was rushing to leave and get to the elevators awfully fast, and my dorm room was locked and apparently Hanna was nowhere insight.

"Why is my dorm locked?" I asked a second later.

"Um.." He stretched his head. "We got into an argument and she stormed out, locking the door behind her."

"Interesting." I held back my smirk. It brought a devious joy to know they were arguing. I didn't feel bad whatsoever.

"You know Ellie, you don't have to be such a bitch." I was slightly bewildered by his choice of words. Who did he think he was?

"And you don't have to be such a dick. You know wh-" Just as my voice raised, I felt it. And heard it. Something inside the elevator creaked and shook and the lights turned very dim. Fantastic. My risk taking adventurous life took another unexpected turn.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, beating on the elevator door.

"We're stuck. The elevator broke down." I couldn't be in here with Louis. I couldn't be stuck. I was highly claustrophobic. Louis and I began to bang on the door, screaming for help incase anyone was around to hear us. After five minutes of screaming my ears began to ring and the walls began to close in on me slowly. It was hot.

"They're never going to find us." I panicked.

"Oh shut up. They'll find us eventually." God he was so rude. I slid down the wall and criss crossed my legs to make room for Louis. He sat across from me and we waited. I don't know what exactly it was that we were waiting for. For the elevator to snap and allow us to fall to our deaths. Or for someone to find us and save us. I don't know. I found myself staring at Louis like I did very often. He wore a white shirt that revealed words in cursive tattooed across his chest. I was never find of tattoos. But god he looked good with them. His hair was slightly the way he styled it when we were dating, only it was roughly three inches longer. I realized how dumb it was to be admiring his looks, when I despised him so much. But I couldn't help the feelings that bubbled in my stomach when I laid eyes on him. And I couldn't help the memories that flooded back to years ago. When Louis and I were in my dark hallway, cramped and giggling and stealing kisses and taking each other's breaths away. Tears pooled in my eyes unwillingly. Louis noticed a sniffle that left my nose.

"Are you crying?" He asked softly.

"No."

"Yes you are."

"Then why did you ask?" I wiped a tear from my cheek with the heal of my palm. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Look, if you're crying because of me.." He trailed off.

"I'm not crying because of you." I retorted.

"Fine."

"Okay."

It was quiet again. I stopped crying and the room turned hotter. I slipped from my sweatshirt, leaving myself in just a tank top that felt much cooler. Louis tapped frantically on his knee. We were now stuck for at least fifteen long minutes.

"Where were you going, anyways?" He asked some minutes later.

"I was coming downstairs to find my key." It was sort of embarrassing that I was irresponsible enough to lose my dorm key and get locked out of my own room.

He laughed.

"Hilarious I know." I rolled my eyes. "God when are they going to rescue us." I mumbled to myself. The temperature continued to rise gradually higher and higher. I tied my hair into a ponytail and breathed slowly. Louis stood up and pounded on the door a few more times before we gave up for good.

Before I knew it over an hour passed an nobody noticed Louis and I were missing. Let alone the fact that we were trapped in a broken elevator getting ready to plummet to the end of our lives. Or I was afraid of so.

I leaned my head against the hard wall, staring at dust that collected in the corner of the elevator. Louis was humming quietly to a song by the fray that I wasn't familiar with. I listened to his voice and almost forgot that he could actually sing. And for a moment I almost forgot that I actually wanted to punch him in the face and that I was so angry with him.

Then I thought, if I was going to be trapped in an elevator any longer with him, we might as well get along.

"So.." I began reluctantly. "What have you been up to these past years?" I was honestly curious. I hadn't seen him in years. He'd changed so much. I wanted to know who he was, who he became.

"Not much honestly.. After high school I came here, to escape from, you know, everything."

Right. He wanted to escape from me.

"Oh." I whispered. I didn't bother to ask him any other questions. It already hurt too much.

By the clock on my phone- which unfortunately gave me no signal whatsoever- it notified me that we were in there for exactly two hours and forty minutes when I began to feel extremely tired. I leaned against the wall, my sweater bundled as a pillow for support. The last thing I heard Louis say was only a slight whisper, oddly sounding sincere.

"There's a lot you don't know Ellie. And I'm sorry."

I couldn't comprehend that he was apologizing, or what it was exactly he was apologizing for. Or that there were things I was unaware of. It didn't matter that I was now in a sick coincidental accident in an elevator with Louis Tomlinson. All I focused on was the light creak of cords that held the elevator cart up, and soon even that became faint. I fell asleep within minutes. For a second everything seemed peaceful.

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