Stronger

Layne Carter has had a difficult past two years. After the death of her father and her mother leaving, she is left to raise her 11 year old sister. What happens when Layne comes in contact with the boy of her dreams?

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13. Thirteen

I wasn't chasing him. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bag out of the trash. I walked upstairs on went out on to the balcony. I rolled one and took a long drag. With every drag everything on my mind was fading away. Everything.

I laid on the chair outside all night. What else was there to do? I didn't understand why Louis freaked out about weed. I don't see what the big deal is. I walked inside and got my phone. 

"Lou," I said.

"What is the deal?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You were drunk when I came over after you left Doncaster and now you are getting weed from a stranger," He said.

"He isn't a stranger," I said. "He's my friend."

"How come I've never heard of him before then?"

"I just met him. He drove me home from Doncaster," I said. I was already regretting what I just told him.

"Seriously? You just met him and you trusted him to take you home?"

"Yeah," I said trying not to cry. Every word Louis said cut like a knife.

"It's like I don't even know who you are anymore Layne," He said sharply. "You never drank and you never did drugs because of Michelle and where is she? In Doncaster with my mom. You just abandoned her, and I bet you didn't even call."

He was right. I didn't call.

"Louis," I said.

"I don't want to talk about this right now," He said. "I'll be at your house in the morning to get you."

"I love you," I said with tears streaming down my face.

Louis didn't say anything. He just hung up the phone. I couldn't stop the tears from rushing down my face. I ran to the kitchen and poured me a glass of Scotch. I carried it upstairs to my room and out to the balcony, where I sat sulking in the pain. He was right. I didn't even know myself anymore.

I decided that I would try to go to sleep considering I had to wake up early tomorrow. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. No thoughts crossed my mind.

I woke up extra early the next morning to clean a few things in the house. I organized a few things and walked outside. I pulled a joint out of my pocket and smoked it down to the roach. I hadn't ever felt this high. It was never this bad. I couldn't even walk straight.

Louis knocked at my front door. I checked myself by the mirror in front of the door. I had dark red circles around my eyes, I couldn't let him see me like this. I didn't know what to do so I just opened the door. He didn't say anything but I knew he noticed.

He carried my bags out to the car and placed them in the back. I locked up my front door and hopped into the passenger side of the car. We rode to the airport in complete silence. We drove to the back gate we went to before where the plane was waiting for us. 

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We sat down in our seats on the plane. We were facing each other. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. He just stared out of the window beside him. 

"Louis. What is the deal?" I asked.

"I don't like you doing this to yourself," He said.

"Doing what?"

"Ruining your life," He said sternly. "I've been there. It may feel good now but it only hurts you."

"What do you mean?"

"I got into a wrong circle of friends who introduced me to it. It almost cost me my career. I could never be anywhere on time and no one wanted to be around me. That's why I'm so sensitive about it."

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea," I said.

I got up from my seat and sat in Louis' lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm so sorry," I said kissing his cheek.

He kissed me on the lips and wrapped his arms around my waist. I couldn't stop thinking about where we were going and what Louis had planned for us. Knowing him it was going to be something awesome. 

"Where are we going it's been 10 hours," I said sleepily.

"I can't tell you," he said smirking.

A voice came over the speakers in the plane, "Hello. We are starting our decent now. We should be landing shortly."

I opened up my window and looked out of it. We were still too high to tell where we were. As we got closer to the ground things were looking more familiar. The skyline was gorgeous. The night sky was illuminated by gorgeous sparkling buildings. That's when I saw the Statue of Liberty in the water.

"Are we in New York?" I shouted.

"Surprise!" He said laughing.

I jumped up from my chair and kissed him again and again. 

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," I screamed. "I'm so excited. There are so many things we have to do."

Shortly, the plane landed and we got off of it. We grabbed our bags and quietly made our way through the airport, trying to avoid being mobbed by fans. 

It was surprisingly dead in the airport. There didn't seem to be many people around. We walked through the front doors of the airport where our limo was waiting for us. Thats when things went downhill. There were tons of fans waiting outside. How did they find these things out?

We pushed our way through the fans while stopping to take a few pictures. We hopped into the limo and were on our way to the hotel.

"Where are we staying at?" I asked.

"I book us a suite at the Trump Tower," He said.

"No fucking way," I said. "Are you serious? My dad would always stay there but I never got to go with him."

"I've stayed there a few times. It's really nice," He said.

 

 

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