I Survived

Natasha is a normal girl. The problem is that she lost her family. She meets Louis Tomlinson, however she doesn't know who he is. It's been a though time for her and Louis had been there to help her. Will they become more than just good friends?


22. Chapter 18

“We could tie her to the top of the tour bus, then she wouldn’t have a choice.” Niall spoke, I watched silently stood against the doorframe, no one had noticed mine and Harry’s presence return. We were both listening to them plot a plan of action to force me onto their tour.


“Niall, that’s…. a great idea!” Liam agreed, for the sensible one, he could be pretty dumb.


“What are we gonna tie her up with?” Zayn questioned.


“Duct tape could work?” Niall suggested.

“Yeah, and we could tap a water bottle to her mouth in case she gets thirsty!” Louis announced.

“Yeah, that won’t be necessary.” I finally spoke, announcing my presence.


“How much of that did you hear?” Niall quizzed.


“Let’s just say I know you want me tied to the top of your tour bus with a water bottle taped to my face.” I laughed.

“ABORT MISSION!” Louis and Niall screamed simultaneously. I slapped my hand to my head, these guys are crazy.


“I can’t believe I’m going to spend a whole six weeks with you.” I grinned.


“WHAT?!” They all shouted.


“You’re coming?” Louis asked sincerely staring straight into my eyes. I nodded at him, his eyes seem to have a weird effect on me, stopping me from being able to function my mouth. It’s weird, I was stuck alone on an island with him for days and I was more confident than ever but now I can’t hold a proper conversation with him without  word vomit coming out, he had me under a trance, one I couldn’t get out of and I don’t think he knew.




“You know, if you refused to go, I would have hit you around the head.” Jenna informed me as she drove us both back to our apartment.


“Wow, what are friend for?” I muttered sarcastically.


“After everything I do for you, you show me up in front of Simon Cowell’s assistant.”


“Excuse me?” I chocked out in utter shock. “Everything you do for me?”

“Without me you wouldn’t be able to look after yourself.”


“Wow, you really hate me don’t you?” I asked turning to face her, eyebrows raised a lot higher than normal. 


“I don’t have you.” She grumbled.

“Then why do you act like I’m the worst thing to ever happen to your life?” I questioned seriously.


“Now you’re being stupid.” She replied shaking her head.


“Everything I do just ends with you insulting me!”

“That’s no true!”

“Yes it is! And you know it!” I shouted at her. 


“Grow up!”


“I’m 19, stop treating me like I’m a child!”


“Stop acting like one!”


“I’m not!” I screamed, literally, at her.


“I can barely survive living in a house with you, less alone on tour bus!” She screeched back at me.

“Excuse me?” I scoffed.


“A tour bus is a lot smaller than a house, and when it moves, you can’t get out.” She replied in tone making it sound as if I was dumb.


“I’m not an idiot, I am aware of what a tour bus is.” I replied


“So what’s your problem?” She snarled.


“Who invited you on tour?” I asked harshly, I didn’t want to be mean at her since she set the whole thing up for me, but right now she was acting like my mother, which I did no appreciate one bit. I’m 19, I can look after myself. I don’t need someone perched on my shoulder every moment of the day. Half time I feel like a doll, she shouts at me when and where she likes as if I don’t have feelings.


“What did you say?” She replied angrily, the car ground to a halt on some random street, she didn’t seem to care.


“Taylor, what are you doing?” I asked calmly.


“What did you just say?!” She shouted this time.


“I said, who invited you on tour?” I spoke steadily.


“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” She laughed, obviously cynically.


“I meant it.”


“Are you serious?” She chuckled.


“Do I sound serious?”


“I’m the one who got you here in the first place.”


“You didn’t give me a choice.” I muttered.


“If I didn’t push you, when who would? Hmm?”

“I’m capable f looing after myself.”


“Oh really, and how’s that working out for you?”


“Fine.” I growled.


“You won’t be able to go two days without my help.” She laughed.


“Are you being freaking serious?” I shouted at her.


“Yes, the hell I am!” She argued. “I’m going on tour!”

“No, you’re not! I want to be able to live my life without having you shout at me every second of the day for doing something wrong, nothing I ever do is right. You criticize everything I do!”


“Maybe if you did things right in the first place!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“how the heck did you survive?!”


“Tell me you didn’t just say that?”


“No, I did. How the heck did you survive? You need some sort of brain cell to escape a plane crash, how are you still here?” She snarled.


“I can’t believe you just said that.” I croaked out, that lump that forms when you’re about to cry appeared in my throat, making it ache to speak. “I’m not stupid, you just treat me like I am. You only want to go on tour to better yourself, it has nothing to do with me!”


“That’s a lie!”


“Then why do you want to go on tour?!” I shouted at her, tears already falling from my eyes.




“Yeah, I thought so.” As soon as I said that I got straight out the car and slammed the door, I could be around her now or any other time, that was the final straw. Nothing she can say can take back what’s already been said and done.


I walked along the streets, I was only a couple miles away from our apartment. The long walk would give me change to het all the anger out before I had to face her again. I absentmindedly began to kick a lonely pebble along the pavement. The wins began to pick up as I wrapped my arms tighter around my torso, trying to savior as much body heat as possible. Luckily the wind was blowing my hair out of my face, to awkward teeth flossing today. I could help think of what Jenna had said, how did I survive? I was no different to the other passengers, I wasn’t any more special, why am I still here now? My mum was a nurse, she saved lives. My dad was in the Armed Forces, defending his country. My sister had her whole life still to live. Me? I was just an average girl, I had nothing amazing to offer to the world, so why am I still here? I bit my lip to prevent more tears spilling over my water line. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hands, when I brought them back in front of me they were coated in a lovely black layer of mascara. I sighed and continued to wipe away until I was sure I didn’t look quite to scary. After all the tears had dripped up, I sucked in a deep breath and made a promise to myself; I’m going to prove Jenna wrong, I’m here for a reason, I survived for a reason.


My pace remained slow as I approached our street, I could see our apartment, which made me hesitate about walking any further. But I’d have to face her sometime and maybe she wouldn’t be in. As I walked closer and closer noticed her car was parked on the drive, maybe she had gone for a walk? I was just thinking of excuses now, but I really didn’t want to see her. I took a deep breath before prying the front door open slowly. There was no music playing, no TV on, no noise what so ever. I shuffled my feet into the kitchen ready for a cup of tea to warm me up again. I had goose bumps all over my arms from the sheer coldness of the air.


“I was wondering when you were gonna get home.” Jenna announces as she appeared in the kitchen, startling.


“I thought you were out.” I replied turning away from her to make my cup of tea, and so I didn’t have to look at her.


“Well I’m not” She stated. Does she really think I’m that much of an idiot? I can clearly tell she isn’t out, she’s is standing right in front of me. I was having mental argument with her in my brain, which was making me annoyed with her again. “So have you changed your mind?” She tapped on the wooden kitchen table.


“About what?”


“About needing me on tour?”


“I don’t need you on tour, I don’t need anyone.” I concluded. “So are you going to apologize?”


“For what?!”


“Oh I don’t know, let me see…questioning why I’m still alive!” I replied sarcastically.


“Why would I apologize?!” She shouted.


“You were totally out of order!”


“So were you!”


“So you’re not going to apologize?”


“No, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I knew that it would be too much to ask from you.” I muttered.


“Fine, you go off on tour, enjoy your life, starve yourself, get pregnant, get a bad reputation! I won’t be here to pick up the pieces!”


“Woah! I know how to feed myself. And why the heck would I get pregnant?!”


“It wouldn’t surprise me.” She smirked as if she was trying to wind me up.


“You really aren’t a nice person.”


“I think I might just call up Zack and tell him you’ve cancelled.”


“Good luck with that.” I smirked. She looked at me at me suspiciously as she held her phone in her hand. “I already signed the contract.·


“Contracts can be destroyed.”


“The boys wouldn’t let that happen.”


“The boys.” She laughed. “Always running to then when you have a problem, they don’t need to worry about your shit, they have their own lives you know.”


“I don’t run to them.” I defended.


“So what about the other day, when we first met Zack?”


“Louis came to me.” I growled.


“Someone had to, everyone felt sorry for you after that poor show you gave Zack.”


“That’s not true.” I croaked out, I could feel the tears brimming along my waterline.


“Can’t face the truth?”


“What?” I narrowed my eyes at her.


“Every time the truth comes out the water works starts.”

“You have no idea what I’m going through.”

“Oh come off it, you life isn’t hard.” I literally chocked at her response.


“I can’t even look at you right now.” I muttered angrily.


“Well you won’t have to for much longer.”



“GOOD!” She screamed at me.


“And once you finish tour, don’t expect to come back here, you’re not welcome any more.”

“What?” I shouted after her as she walked down the hallway.


“That’s right, I don’t want you as a flat mate anymore, I don’t want to know you anymore!”


“Fine by me!”


“Good luck trying to find somewhere to live without me!”


“You just watch me, I’m going to prove you wrong!”


“Stop living in your fantasy land and wake up to reality!” She shouted as she slammed the front door, I’m not living in a fantasy land, if having you family taken away from you, surviving a plane crash and working at a dingy diner was a fantasy I’d hate to see her idea of hell. I felt like just screaming after she left, she was doing a very good job of pissing me off. I was thrown out of my angry trance by a knock at the door, I grumbled unpleasant phrased under my breath as I walked towards it.


“What the heck do you want? You just left.” I muttered as I swung the door open but was surprised by the sight I was greeted with. “Oh…”

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