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?

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25. Chapter 21

I walked down the corridors with a slight bounce in my step. The corners of my mouth were pointing somewhat upwards as a small smile appeared on my face. My eyes beamed brightly as I passed crewmembers on the way towards the dressing rooms. Everything was pretty quiet; all the crew affiliates were heading to the stage and front of house to sort out technical stuff, whilst the boys all seemed to be relaxing in their own litter areas, tucked out of the way. I literally had no idea where Louis was, it was like playing hide and seek, although he had no idea he was hiding and I was looking for him. Hide and seek with Louis? That brought back memories.
 
The winding corridor was coming to an end, I hadn’t seen or heard Louis, let alone Kendall. Harry had assured me they hadn’t left, they couldn’t get out of the building since it was bombarded with dedicated fans. You have to admire their dedication; I would do the same if I knew All Time Low. My pace faltered slightly as soon as the exit appeared less than a hundred feet away, the only other place I could think they would be was the tour bus which was directly outside, but why would they be in there? I sighed rolled my eyes as I began to turn around but the faint shouting noises come from the end door, right next to the exit caught my attention. I crept ever so slowly towards the door, trying not to make a sound, I held my breath slightly as I got closer. I doubt that they would even hear me but I didn’t want to risk it. I tip toed closer and closer until I was right outside the door. I didn’t even have to look through the keyhole to determine who was in the room. I put my head near the door.
 
“I CAME HERE TO SUPPORT YOU, WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME?!” The unmistakable voice of Kendall screeched through the keyhole and into my ears.
 
“YOU STARTED IT!” Louis retorted.

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO ME!” She howled.
 
“KENDALL, YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY THING IN MY LIFE!”
 
“I SHOULD BE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING!”
 
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
 
“OBVIOUSLY, I’M YOURE GIRLFRIEND!”
 
“Kendall, just because you’re my girlfriend doesn’t mean I should dedicate my life to you.” Louis replied with a hint of exhaustion in his voice.
 
“I dedicated my life to you.” She whaled.

“Kendall, I have a job to do, I can’t just drop everything for you.” I could imagine his hands running through his silky, yet mismatched hair. My eyes grew wide as I realized I was having strange fantasies about running my fingers through his hair. I smacked myself round the face to remove those thoughts, this was neither the time nor place, but I bet it would look sexy pushed back.
 
“Oh my God Natasha, get a grip of yourself.” I whispered to myself, sounding like a crazy woman.

“What are you gonna do when the band splits? I’ll be there for you.” Kendall replied in a fake, sympathetic way.

“Who said anything about the band splitting?” He spat at her.

“We all know it’s going to happen.” She stated as if she was proud of it.
 
“WE?!” He shouted with utter disgust.
 
Everyone knows Harry’s gonna go solo or just run off with his girlfriend Natalia or whatever.”
 
“It’s Natasha.” He growled.
 
“Who cares? She isn’t going to get anywhere, I don’t even know why you brought her on tour. It felt like someone had just stab a knife directly through my heart towards the feeling section, right were it hurt me the most.
 
“I brought her because she has natural talent.” I couldn’t help but smile when Louis defended me.
 
“AT WHAT, BEING YOUR BEST FRIENDS FUCK BUDDY?!” She raised her voice again.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH HER?”
 
“SHE’S AL YOU CARE ABOUT THESE DAYS!”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!”


“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” She whimpered.

“I’M HERE, I’M STILL THE SAME OLD LOUIS, I HAVEN’T CHANGED!”
 
“YOU’RE NOT THE LOUIS I LOVE!” She cried.
 
“OH YOU DON’T LOVE ME, YOU LOVE WHAT I COME WITH!” He yelled.

“THAT’S STUPID!”
 
“YOU LOVE MONEY, FAME, ALL THE PRIVILEGES OF DATING SOMEONE FAMOUS.” He shouted, it almost sounded like he was going to break down into tears. “You don’t love me, you never have.”


“Louis!” She cried out.

“Save it!” He snarled.
 
I could hear feet shuffling towards the door but it was too late. The door swung open and I was stood right there, acting as a second entrance. It didn’t look like I had just got there either which only caused me to feel guilty. I debated on running away, but I couldn’t run forever and I’d have to face them both sometime or the other, my gut said run but my heart said stay. I looked at Louis in the eyes, he stood centimeters away from me as he came to a halt, not expecting my presence.
 
“Louis?” I stumbled out, not really knowing what else to say in this awkward situation. I bit my lip as I waited for his response; my eyes couldn’t tear away from his, as he started deeply into mine.
 
“WHAT?!” He snapped. His reaction startled me a little bit and my eyes quickly darted away from his.
 
“N-nothing.” I mumbled staring at his chest, not willing to look at him properly.
 
“Good.” He buttered before pushing past me, knocking me on the shoulder on the way. I took a step back in order to catch my balance. I was utterly shocked by his actions, I didn’t realize he could get so angry.
 
“He’s taken.” Kendall snarled as she walked up to me.
 
“I kn-” I began to say but was cut off by her hand making a sharp impact on my face. I winced at the pain, she sure could smack, it wouldn’t suppose me if she’d had a lot of practice.
 
“Stay away from him.” She growled into my ear before walking off with her nose held high in the air, like a snob looking down on the rest of the world. Before I could retort anything she was already gone in the same direction as Louis.
 
I took a deep, unsteady breath gradually walking towards the refreshment room as everyone seemed to call it, even though it was just a room with a mini fridge and a few snacks spread out. I peered around the door, it was completely empty. I walked right in and closed the door behind me, waiting to drown myself in pointless thoughts for once. I ambled over to the mini fridge and took out an ice pack, which normally used for cooling bottles and what not. I slammed to door and sunk down into one of the over used sofas before pressing it against my face. The intense coldness hit me hard, I winced as it made contact with my cheek but I would do anything to stop there being a mark and everlasting stinging sensation being there. I sat for a while with my eyes closed until I heard the door swing open, the culprit probably assumed I was asleep due to the way I sat motionless. They tried moving my hand, obviously curious as to what was behind the icepack.
 
“Harry, what are you doing?” I asked opening my eyes. I could distinct his cologne which he wore everywhere.
 
“How did you know it was me?” He questioned as he sat down on the sofa next to me, I opened my eye to peer at him as he pondered about my psychic abilities.

“You’re not the only one with special powers.” I smirked but wince in pain as my cheek tightened.
 
“What happened?” He asked, still trying to see what I was covering up.
 
“I ran into a wall.” I lied, terribly I may add.
 
“You know behind there is actually something behind this bed of curls.” He grinned pointing to his hair.
 
“What are you implying?”


“I’m implying I have a brain and I know that you’re lying.” He stated proudly.
 
“Why do you think I’m lying?”
 
“First off,, when you lie your eyes move around a lot and secondly, you’re no clumsy.”


“It was a fluke.” I chuckled softly, without my mouth.
 
“It was a fluke.” I chuckled softly, without moving my mouth.
 
“I’m not buying any of that, what happened?”


“Nothing to worry about.” I replied, trying to flash a reassuring smile but winced again, this really wasn’t helping the `I’m fine; please don’t worry about me´ act.
 
“Your eyes.” He grinned; I rolled my eyes at him.
 
“Nothing can’t take care of then.” I corrected.
 
“Let me see.” He demanded, his hand instantly reached towards mine, ready to reveal my stinging cheek but my hand refused to move. I remained stubborn, even when he gave me a disapproving look.
 
“Natasha.”
 
“Harry.” I retorted. He looked his eyes at me before I gave in a flung the ice pack into my lap. “Happy?” I sighed as he conducted an examination of my face.
 
“No.” He simply replied as he chocked his head, getting a closer look.
 
“Uh?”
 
“This, to me, looks like a not so self-inflicted injury.”
 
“Excuse me?” I asked, with a small sense of humor in my voice as he tried to sound like a doctor.
 
“I said, it looks like someone did this to you.”
 
“And what makes you think that?” I inquired, raising my eyebrows at him.
 
“Hmm…let me see…the massive hand print.”
 
“I could have slapped myself.” I argued. I don’t know why I was protecting Kendall, I just didn’t want to cause any more disruptions on tour, considering, it was still only the 2nd day, it had barely even started and there were already theatricals.
 
“Hand?” He commanded. I stared at him, giving a rather confused look. He totted at me before grabbing my hand and bringing it up to my face. I squinted at first; I thought he was going to slap me with my own hand. I pleaded my eyes open to see him smiling at me, he was now examining my face and hand like some sort of scientist. “Just as I suspected.” He grinned proudly as he hand still remained in place with mine.
 
“And what’s your verdict Dr. Styles?”
 
“Someone slapped you, I’d say a girl considering the size of the hand.”
 
“I-”
 
“Before you say it’s your own, it’s not the same size.” He beamed full of proudness. “Since there isn’t any girl crew members or performers, I have come to a conclusion; Kendall.” He stated. I sighed at his response; he was clever than I first thought. “So what happened?” He quizzed, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, it was reassuring to say the least.
 
“Nothing.” I muttered.
 
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything.” He grinned as his hand left mine and accompanied his arm around my shoulder to give me a friendly squeeze, although it remained there afterwards. My head subconsciously leaned on his shoulder, which to be fair was pretty comfy. His head leant against mine, his bead of curls ticked my face causing me to chuckled lightly at first.
 
“I was looking for Louis, I cam across him but I only heard his voice. I tried to stop myself from being nosey, but something dragged me to that damn door! I stood listening, knowing I should move at any moment. Louis and Kendall were arguing about stupid crap.” I muttered. “Before I could move the door swung open and Louis almost walked into me.” I cringed as I said it, it sounded worse now I had to relive it. “Yeah, so it was awkward, I still wanted to talk to him but he wasn’t exactly in a great mood.” I recalled. “He soon left, but Kendall followed but left me a nice present and some interesting words of warning.” I finished.
 
“You know doors were made for a reason.” He laughed.
 
“I know, but, I don’t know, my feet dragged me to the door!” I defended.
 
“So Kendall did smack you?”
 
“Yeah.” I gave in.
 
“What were her words of warning?”
 
“Stay away from Louis, blah blah blah.”
 
“Don’t listen to her, she’s jealous of you.”

“Totally.” I replied sarcastically.
 
“Well why shouldn’t she be? You’re talented, everyone loves you, you beat the crap out of anyone on the Xbox, and well you have the best boyfriend in the world.”

“You’re crazy.” I joked.
 
“That’s why you love me.” He laughed.
 
“That’s exactly why I love you.” I grinned as I replied sarcastically. I was about to attack Harry with the `tickle monster´ but the sound of the door slamming shut, shot me straight out of my seat. Someone had heard our conversation. I looked at Harry who didn’t seem at all bothered but I was intrigued, who was it and why did they slam the door?

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