Never Leave You Chapter 17
The city was filled with casinos, night clubs, strippers, and alcohol. The place where people get drunk and never remember what happens the next day. People say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Vegas is one of the cities where all the crazy stuff happens in.
One day you are out at a party and the next you wake up somewhere new. You even find your wallet missing with cash from all the gambles you made the night before. Or you wake up married to a stranger. I could already hear the money falling out of the gambling slots, making a clinking sound as it hits the metal sides and into the winner's bag.
The empty horizon laid behind the city; you could see the sun setting above it. It peaked over the horizon with a yellow, pink, and orange tinted color. The lads and I walked out of the airport doors where a taxi was waiting for us. We walked straight towards it and opened the door. The five of us crammed in the tiny back that was made for only three people. "Where to?" The driver asked. "Take us to the black pyramid," I said. "You got it," he replied. He put the car in drive and we were off on the road. "Could Vegas possibly be the craziest city?" Liam asked as he scrutinized every aspect of the city. "There are grown psychos wandering around the dirt ground or the streets of Vegas or in the strip mall."
"It is one of those cities where everything happens. Anywhere, anytime. For example when people get married here over night," Zayn said and shrugged his shoulders. "Or when they realize they have no more money left after gambling. They become broke from Vegas," Niall said. "You cannot forget waking up and not remembering anything," I added. "Vegas is wide awake at night," Harry said. "Bright lights shine in the dark," Liam said. It fell silent in the small yellow cab.
"Okay, lads. When we separate I'd like to go on my own this time. Harry and Niall will go to the Vegas strip mall. Liam and Zayn will go look out on the streets of Vegas," I ordered. "I will look at the casinos and the black pyramid," I added on. "I'd like time to myself in this city." "We know what you are saying." Harry gave me a half smile. "Thank you." I gave him a small nod.
We arrived out front of the black pyramid. It shined a bright light at the top through the opening up above. "Thank you," we chorused together. I paid the man and we gathered outside in a circle. Liam closed the car door and the five of us watched the cab driver drive away off into the city lights.
"Do we understand the plan?" I asked. Everyone nodded their heads. "Great. See you four soon," I said. We went our separate ways. I, being my curious self, walked in the black pyramid first. I walked in through automatic doors that led into a casino filled with slot machines and loud, obnoxious people cheering at each of their wins. Loud clinking sounds from the coins hitting the metal slots, rang in my ears. There was glass breaking and people laughing.
A smile fell upon my face as I made my way to the bar that was in here. My system could use a good drink. I walked up to the counter and ordered one margarita. The bartender made the drink as I took out some money. Smacking the money down, I placed down a ten and took my drink after I showed my ID. I took a drink of it as I made my through the casino. The strong blue liquid and salt burned my throat with each gulp I took.
I pushed past people and wandered around the casino as I tried to make my way out into the shopping center. Once I found my way out, I exited out into the halls of many stores. Women walked around in skimpy clothing with alcohol drinks in their hands. Many people were shopping or walking into clubs and casinos. I took another sip of the strong liquid before I chugged it all down. I quivered from the bitterness before setting the glass aside. I walked down the halls with my hands in my pockets.
I scanned the area as I walked. Brooke was no where to be seen in here. Her long, brown, curly hair was no where in sight. Her sparkling green eyes couldn't be seen. Her slender nose, slim face, small and fragile body wasn't in sight either. There was a feeling inside of me telling me she wasn't here. Part of me says to ignore it but the other part -the over powering part- of me told me to listen to it and look somewhere else. I stopped for a moment and thought about it. If she were here, where would she go? She can't go to casinos and she is not a club person. The shopping center. . . definitely. She could even be in the strip mall right now where Harry and Niall are at.
Inside the Luxor Pyramid, it looked nothing like the shape of a pyramid. It looked like a regular square shaped building. Hotel door rooms were up against the wall. It had red carpeting and a gold door. This pyramid had casinos, a shopping center, and a hotel all in one.
I followed down the carpet floors that led to a door at the very end of the hallway- room 150. It was apart from the mall and casinos. It looked like no one has been in here before, or it was a storage room. I looked around me before I grasp onto the gold handle and twist the handle downwards. I pushed the creaking door open and walked in an empty room. The room had red carpeting with a window that had red curtains pulled back. The carpet had white patterns along the edges.
There was nothing here besides one thing. Across the room stood a black instrument with white and black keys. I guided myself over to it and ran my hand along the musical device. Dust picked up on my fingertips. I brushed them off before sitting down at the black stool that stood in front of the instrument. I pushed open the case and ran my fingers along the keys that made a sound by gently pushing down on it.
My reflection stared back at me in the black surface. I smiled and pushed down on the white keys. A loud strident noise echoed through out the room, sending vibration sound waves. There were blank white music note sheets already set on the intrument. A pencil laid besides it. I placed the pencil above my ear before hovering my hands over the keys. I set them in the right place.
I played a few keys to make sure they were all tuned correctly and none were broken. Everything seemed in order. I played the first few keys to create the perfect song. A song that describes what I am feeling now. I am letting my emotions go through a song. I smiled at the perfect tune I created. I picked up the pencil and wrote down the notes before placing the pencil above my ear. I played the next few keys but decided not to use them.
"My hands, your hands. Tied up like two ships drifting," I sung in perfect harmony with the music. I smile in approval of the lyrics going perfectly well with the rhythm. I wrote down the lyrics along with the music notes. I set down the pencil and began to play a few more keys. "Broken," I sung but stopped. I shook my head and scribbled it out. "Weightless," I sung to the keys I pressed down. I smiled and wrote down the lyrics. I began to play a few more music keys. "Waves trying to break it. I'd do anything to save it. Why is it so hard to say it?"
"My love, your love," I paused thinking if the lyrics were good. I played a few keys and hummed it. I shook my head in disgust. I scribbled those lyrics out. I took deep, steady breaths. I closed my eyes for a moment and cleared my mind. I opened my eyes to feel hot tears brim at the corner of my eyes. I stood up and wiped my eyes that were filled with tears. I walked over to the window and leaned against it.
I looked out at the city of Vegas. The sun had set and the lights were shinning bright through the window. You could see the sparkling lights of hotels and signs. I smiled through the tears that have fallen.
I pushed off the window but my reflection caught me. I looked closer as my smile disappeared. Tears ran down my face; my eyes were red and puffy. I seemed to be miserable (I was). I looked like a different person. I could smile and you could still look straight through me and know something was wrong. I was gone. Louis Tomlinson was gone. I was slowly falling apart. My world was crumbling apart.
I tore my gaze from my reflection and walked back to the piano. I sat down at the stool and wiped my tears away before hovering my hands over the piano keys. A flashback appeared in my mind causing me to stop and have more tears fall.
"Louis, you know I can't," Brooke's voice rung through my ears. Her laugh filled the room. Her dimple smile lit up her slim face. Her eyes sparkled in the light. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a messy high pony tail. Her bangs fell freely in her face. She had no make up on nor her hair done and she still looked cute. Correction: beautiful.
I entwined our hands together and guided her to the black instrument. Her petite, fragile body followed behind me. "Let me show you," I entreated. "It would be a mess to deal with," she protested. "I want to show you." I smiled. A smile fell across her perfect soft pink lips that I wish I could kiss right now. "Okay." My face lit up with joy as I placed my large hand on her lower back. I guided her to the black stool and sat her down. I sat besides her.
"Is there any song you want me to teach you how to play?" I asked. She thought about it for a minute before nodding. "Which one?" "Look After You by The Fray," she said. "My favorite song," I said with a smile playing upon my lips. "That is why I chose it," she said. I looked down at her to see she was already looking up at me. She caught my eyes while blushing in embarrassment, and she quickly looked away.
"Let us get started."
I wrapped my right arm around her and placed her hands on the piano keys. She cuddled into my side, causing me to smile. I placed mine on top of hers. "Now you should play one key at a time," I instructed. "Look After You starts out at a low key." "So we press this." Our index finger pressed down, letting out a low humming noise. "Now this one." Our finger pressed another one. Step by step, we continued to play through the whole song. It took us a few tries but we manage to play through it. Brooke made me sing the song as we played. She enjoyed it.
We pressed the last key and smiled in approval. "You were fantastic." I pulled her on my lap. "I love this song on the piano," she said. "Thank you for teaching me." She rested her head on my shoulder. "You're an excellent teacher," she spoke. "You're an excellent learner," I said. She looked up at me and gave my cheek a kiss. "Is that all I get for teaching you a full song?" I teased.
A grin appeared upon both of our faces. "Is there something else in mind, Mr. Tomlinson?" She played along. "I was wishing for a kiss on the lips and not on the cheek." I winked. She leaned forward where our faces were inches apart. "Wish granted," she whispered. She winked and pressed her lips onto mine.
We closed our eyes and let our hearts take over. Sweet and gentle we kissed. I kissed her soft and passionately. Her lips moved perfectly against mine. This moment was perfect. Everything about now was perfect. Her hands found their way around my neck. She ran her fingers through my hair and tangled them through my brown locks. My lips spoke love and her's spoke forever.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her lips. "I love you," she said. Her eyes were glistening with emotion but one was evident and that was love.
"I will never stop loving you," I whispered. "I will always love you."
"I promise you that."
I sucked in a breath to hold my tears in. I always kept the promise. I will never stop loving her. I gasp for air and cried. I cried my heart out. I love her so much that it hurts. It hurts to think about her.
I gathered up my thoughts and quit my crying. I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths. I tried to focus back on the song but it was hard. I breathed in and out. I repeated the process over a few times.
I pressed down on the keys and began to play. "My heart, your heart. Sit tight like bookends. Pages between us," I sung. I wrote down the lyrics and music notes. I nodded approving it. I played a few notes at a time and wrote them down. I repeated the same notes and sung. "There is no end-" I scribbled that out. "Written with no end. So many words we're not saying." I smiled and wrote down the lyrics underneath the notes in the paper.
I flipped the page over and started new notes to write down. I tested out a few notes and I found one that suited the end of the first verse. "You make me strong," I sung. I smiled and continue to make lyrics and music. I would occasionally scribble and rewrite and soon I settled on the perfect song. It was for her. I was in there for three hours or so.
I put the song lyrics in order and settled down. I hovered my hands over the first note keys. I pressed down and my hands lost control. They began to play endlessly as I sung. "My hands, your hands. Tied up like two ships drifting. Weightless, waves trying to break it. I'd do anything to save it. Why is it so hard to say it?"
"My heart, your heart. Sit tight like bookends. Pages between us. Written with no end. So many words we're not saying. Don't wanna wait till it's gone. You make me strong." "I'm sorry if I say, "I need you" But I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong."
"Think of how much love that's been wasted. People always trying to escape it. Move on to stop their heart breaking. But there's nothing I'm running from. You make me strong." "I'm sorry if I say, "I need you" But I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?"
"So baby hold on to my heart. Need you to keep me from falling apart. I'll always hold on. 'Cause you make me strong." "I'm sorry if I say, "I need you" But I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?" I sung quietly before going in strong.
"I'm sorry if I say, "I need you" But I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong." "I'm sorry if I say, "I need you" But I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?" "That you make me strong." I let my voice trail off at the end. I lifted my hands off the keyboard and smiled at the finishing song. I finished it for her. This is for her.
"Louis," her soft voice echoed through my mind. My heart beat sped up and thumped loudly against my chest that I was so sure you could hear it. I shook my head vigorously. "No," I whispered. "Not again." I cried silently. I buried my head in my arms. "Listen to me, Louis," she whispered. "You're not real," I sobbed. I felt soft, cold hands cup my cheeks. I was forced to look up in her warm, loving green eyes.
"I'm here Louis. You need to go look for me. Find me," she entreated. "You're not real." I shook my head. "But I am," she softly spoke. "You said you were done talking to me and the lads," I argued. "I couldn't help myself. I miss your voice," she said. "Louis, please look at me," she said. She lifted my chin up with her finger and made me look at her. She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck like the memory.
"Did you keep your promise? I don't think you did." Her eyes were wide as she spoke. "I never stopped loving you," I said. "But you found someone new, didn't you?" She humorously laughed. "I didn't," I cried. She rolled her eyes and stood up from my lap. I jumped to my feet and followed after her. I grasp her hands and said, "I love only you." "What about Dylynn? You seem close to her in New York," she snapped.
My face dropped and I shook my head. "She was no one," I said. "Don't lie to me Louis. Admit it. She is prettier, better, and skinnier than me. You did flirt with her." She frowned. "Fine. . . if you want the truth. Yes, she is all those things but she isn't you. You're no where near her. I'd choose you over any other girl," I said with narrow eyes.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "You mean that?" she asked as I nodded. "Every word," I whispered. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled me closer to her body; she looked up in my eyes. "Never stop loving me," she said. "I promise you," I whispered. "You mean everything to me." She leaned in and I felt her warm, soft lips against mine for a quick second until they disappeared.
There was a knock on the door that interrupted us. The door swung open and the lads ran in with huge smiles on their faces. "Louis, there you are mate." They pulled me in a group hug and laughed. "A lady saw you walk in here," Harry said. I looked around the room to see no one else but the lads and I.
"Louis, are you okay?" Liam asked. I gave him a weary nod. "I'm just tired," I said as I continued to look around the room for Brooke. "You need some rest. Let's rent a room here for tonight," Zayn said. I nodded, agreeing, as we made our way out of the room but not without the song lyrics. I folded them and shoved them in my pocket. I made one last look in the room before closing the door.
Was I hallucinating again?