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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10. Memories

The elevator creaked and croaked. I became increasingly terrified that we'd literally fall to the pit of death. It'd be a horrible way to die, no matter if I was near the arms of someone I used to love so much. There was no way in hell I could keep back my tears. I fell into Louis' arms without thinking twice. The elevator shook, and my stomach dropped about a mile down. It fell surreal. It couldn't be happening right now. I buried my head into his chest and sobbed.

His arms tightened around my small body, squeezing gently. I loved him. I did. I wanted him and only him for the rest of my life. If I died right now I would forever have a regret in my lost soul. I should have been different. I should have not been so reckless. I should have told him I loved him.

"Louis I-" I cried but he cut me off. He cut me off by slamming his lips into mine. My last kiss. Louis' lips were pressed into mine in the most remarkable, beautiful way. We pulled apart slowly. I gave him a puzzled look and parted my lips to say something. Nothing came out.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He smiled. My fingers snaked around his neck pulling me up to him more. Our lips barely brushed making me smile. Louis' hands gripped my waist as we endured another kiss. It seemed to last forever, it was just as perfect. Like I melted feeling his lips pressed to mine. Slow, passionate, tender touching. Something I'd never imagined to be drawn to so much. Something I wanted more of. I never thought I'd oblige to him, but I kissed because I think at the moment -Not knowing now, but if I look back I'd say I was shortly falling in love with Louis Tomlinson - And I was in love with the thought of being in love. Because that moment was ours. Nobody else's.

I awoke with my head on Louis' shoulder, though I don't know how or when it got there. I quickly pulled myself away from him and shook him awake, feeling my dream as if it was real. Our fingertips touching.. our lips brushing.

It was a dream, Ellie. Only a dream.

I was somewhat crushed. For a brief moment everything felt okay. I relived my first kiss. Though I had no absolute idea that it wasn't a dream- but a nightmare. I was beginning to fall to my death and what felt like my first kiss, was only my last. It was a brutally beautiful nightmare and thus it gave me mixed emotions. I felt awkward toward the position Louis and I were in. I felt as if he knew about the dream. Like he knew everything. But he was clueless..

Outside the elevator doors we heard creaking and voices. It sounded like we were being rescued from the freak accident that happened so unexpectedly.

"It sounds like they're trying to help us." I said in a groggy voice. Louis and I stood up, our legs cramping instantly. I shouted so they'd here me outside the doors.

"We're going to help you guys up, stay calm." A man with a deep voice shouted. I was relieved. My palms were sweaty and Louis smiled. It was rather awkward.

I stepped back against the wall, Louis following my lead. I couldn't tell what time it was as my phone had died, but by the bags under Louis' eyes, they suggested we were trapped for more than just a couple draining hours. I was exhausted. And all I wanted to do was collapse into bed and sleep forever. That is, if Hanna decided to unlock the door yet.

I thought about Hanna for a second. And then this whole situation sounded fishy in my head. I didn't know what I would say to her when I'd get back to the dorm. "Hey Hanna. I've been stuck in an elevator with Louis for some odd hours. Yeah. We fell asleep together." It would sound like utter bullshit. I was petrified on what was coming next in my coincidental mayhem of a life. Hanna was surely going to resent me now. I didn't know how to tell her. Unless this big ruckus was now known to the whole campus. Either way I was terrified.

Creaking and pulling and drilling noises were heard from outside the elevator doors. I became anxious to breathe in cool air finally.

Louis nudged my shoulder. "You alright?" He was generally concerned. Not a hint of sarcasm. I nodded slowly, staring into his eyes.

Though I was grateful to be saved from this accident, a part of me drooped with disappointment. It was nice to have Louis to myself. In a small room. With my head on his shoulder. The two of us asleep. It was all too familiar and after we were to be pulled up and saved, Louis and I would go back to hating each other. Because then reality would hit. And reality really sucked.

Soon we were successfully pulled up, and the doors opened immediately. I was relieved. And then relief turned into embarrassment as nearly half of the campus was crowded in the hall clapping and whistling at Louis and I. I was confused. I didn't know what to do besides thank the firemen and police who helped save us. People grabbed at Louis, asking if he got lucky or not. I frowned.

A firefighter asked if I was alright. I nodded. My focus was only on Louis, and the distraught look that he held on his face. I didn't know what was wrong with him.

After a second I remembered the words he said to me before we fell asleep. I didn't know what he was trying to tell me. And it bothered me that he couldn't even look me in the eye now that we were out of the elevator. I held my sweater and my phone in my arms, still completely drained and exhausted. A couple people whispered about me, though I couldn't tell what they were saying. And I didn't care. I was completely focused on getting back to my dorm now. That is, if the crowd would let me through.

I pushed and shoved and fought my way through with a failed matter. I became extremely frustrated. I was just stuck in an elevator for hours and now my claustrophobia worsened as more people huddled around. The crowd deepened in the cramped hall, and before minutes passed I was tugged back by a hand that felt too familiar. I was confused and couldn't see who held me. I was suddenly being guided backwards and I couldn't turn my head to see what was happening. The students gasped at us and covered their mouths, and I could only assume it was Louis. Judging by the strength of the arm that pulled me, my assumptions were correct. We were now around the corner of the hall, where dorm rooms ended. Louis spun me around. We said nothing for a mere five minutes before I spoke up.

"What do you want?" It came out harsher than I expected.

"I want to talk to you."

"When we got out of the elevator you couldn't look at me. But the second I run away you pull me back. I don't understand you..." He was confusing me. My feelings were jumbled into thoughts and emotions I couldn't fathom into words.

"I'm confused Ellie." The words came out of his mouth, confessing what I was feeling as well. I didn't respond.

"You have to understand that this is hard.. and you don't know what I've gone through. I was hurt too."

It boiled my anger when he assumed he had it just as rough as I did. I had been the one hurt. I couldn't escape everything. It was so easy for him to run away and not look back for four years. And I was supposed to understand? Very unlikely.

"You listen to me, Louis. I don't need to understand anything. You were hurt too? Because I don't recall a fucking sword driving through your stomach as well. Who does that to someone? That doesn't happen in real life. You saw me drop to the ground. You clearly seen that something was wrong. You left me. You left me for years and for all you knew I could have been dead. But you didn't care. You don't care. So why should I understand?"

His eyes dropped and he couldn't look at me any longer. I pushed him. Hard.

"You look at me, Louis. Why can't you look at me? Look at what you did!" All of this was his fault. He ruined me. He ruined everything. I was crying now, and yelling; oblivious to the fact that a crowd of students were still around the corner, probably listening to our screaming match.

"Don't you dare blame this all on me. I didn't know what was going on. I was stupid. I was scared. If you hadn't came into my life none of this would have happened. I was ashamed. I was ashamed of what was happening, ashamed of you. I couldn't stay. What did you expect me to do?" Louis spat the painful, utter truth at me like silk that fell from his lips so easily. I was taken aback. I didn't know what else to say. So I brought my hand up, and slapped him hard against the cheek. The feeling was too familiar, as I hit him once before during a fight. It hurt me to hurt him. But he deserved it. And I hoped he knew that a part of me no longer loved him whatsoever.

Though we were stuck in an elevator together and I relived memories and feelings from so long ago, his words cut deeply. And I no longer cared what he had to say. I walked away. Deep in the crowd of people without another word, I became afraid of what was coming next as I spotted Hanna at the far end of the hall.

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