Never Leave You Chapter 9
"Where to first? The Golden Gate Bridge? Alcatraz? The San Francisco Baseball game? Chinatown? The cable cars? Pier 39? Fisherman's wharf? The-" "Louis. Slow down!" the lads yelled. I shut my mouth and looked back at the four stressed out lads. "Let's at least find a hotel to stay in," Harry said. "And we need our sleep. We have been on a plane. We didn't go to sleep since the night before we left New York which was two nights ago. The time zones are throwing us off a little," Zayn said.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "We need to look for her," I argued. "Louis, it is two in the morning. The drive down to the hotel would be another thirty minutes or so. We have been in here for an hour. I don't think she will be out at this time," Niall said. "Yeah. . . chill Lou. We will find her. We need rest and so do you. We are all tired," Liam said. I sighed, giving up. "Okay," I muttered. "I heard there is this really nice hotel here. Plus it's cheap," Harry said, shrugging. "And it's clean," he added. "What is it called?" Zayn asked. "I think it is called the HYATT House Emeryvill. It's by a small bay," he said. "Well, it will do for now. We will only be staying here for a few days," I said.
I slouched in my seat and looked out of the taxi window. "Is it always this empty here in San Francisco?" Liam asked. "No. It's early in the morning that's why," the driver answered. "Oh. . . thank you," Liam said. The driver did a small nod and looked back ahead. "So tomorrow, early in the morning, we will wake up and look for her. Okay?" I said. The lads looked at me and shook their heads. "What? I thought I was in charge of what will be going around here," I spat. "No, we will look for her Louis but let us all sleep. We need our sleep and then we need to eat. You barley ate and I'm sure Brooke would want you to eat," Zayn said.
"Like I said: have fun. Chill out. You need to relax. When was the last time you showered? Or ate? Or even relaxed?" Niall asked. I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought. "Well, I've ate but very little. I haven't showered in a few days. And I've never relaxed in awhile," I shamefully said. "Don't be shameful. Just go to sleep and relax. We all need it. We promise you, after we eat tomorrow, we will look for her," Harry said and gave my back a pat as he sent me a small smile. I gave him a small nod. "Good, cause I am tired and I can't wait to go to sleep," Zayn said. I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You're always tired," I said. "Well, it's what I do best," he said.
About twenty minutes later, we slowly came to a stop outside of a hotel. "We are here," the driver said. "Thank you," I said and handed him some money. The lads and I stepped out, making sure we had all of our belongings before we gave the driver a final wave and watched him drive away. We faced the hotel and looked up at the building. "It doesn't look bad. At least it's somewhere we can stay," Niall said.
We trailed behind Harry as we walked through the lobby Erich was decorated very nicely by an artisan. The counter tops were marble, the ground was tile, there was a nice restaurant for people dinning, and there was a nice little shop with snacks. The lobby looked well decorated with some plants, tables, couches, paintings and such. The color theme was grey and a forest green.
As Harry was getting our room, the lads and I walked off. I went into the little shop where they had snacks, drinks, first aids, medicine, and batteries. I walked over to the tub of ice cream and slid open the door. I scanned all the ice cream until I decided to get Ben and Jerry's Boston Cream Pie. I handed the worker, who sat at the side window, the ice cream and some cash before I walked out of the store. The lads were chatting in a circle as I went to join them. Harry smiled and said, "I have the room key. Come on! We need sleep."
We wandered down the long hallway until we reached the lift. Liam pressed a button and the doors opened. We walked in and Harry pressed the button: floor seven. The doors closed and I felt the lift shift before moving. A yawn escaped my lips as I rubbed my eyes. "Tired?" Zayn chuckled. I nodded and yawned again. "It's late," I said. "I guess I really do need a break." I yawned once again. The lads snorted and snickered at me as the doors opened. We walked out and turned a corner. We walked down a long hallway until we reached door seven-hundred. Harry slid the card in, then pulled it out. The small door light lit green and we walked in. The room was dark and a shadow casted over the room from the tresses outside.
Niall turned on the light to reveal a huge living room with a small kitchen. There were three beds in the bedroom with a view of the city and a small bay. "Wow," I gasp. "It looks so comfy." I chuckled. Harry agreed and said, "It's something. Now come on, I'm tired." "Already ahead of you," Zayn said as he was already laying down. His shoes were kicked off at the end of the bed.
I quickly set my ice cream in the freezer, then walked in the bedroom where Zayn was already changed and was about to fall asleep. We set our stuff down and quickly changed into some pajamas.
Zayn and Liam shared, Niall and Harry, and then I had one to myself. The lads insisted that I had my own bed. I couldn't agree more. We were all laying down in bed with the lights off. We said our good-nights and soon, we were asleep.
I slowly raised my head and scanned the dark room. I heard loud snores coming from each of the lads. I tossed the blanket aside and sat up. I stepped on the soft carpet and stood up. I walked to my suitcase and grabbed a hoodie, I slid it on and zipped it up. I pulled on my jeans and vans before I grabbed my phone and room key.
I quietly walked out of the hotel room and closed the door behind me. I sighed and walked down the hallway of the hotel. I turned a corner and saw the lifts. My feet walked along the carpet until I reached the bug metal doors. I pushed the down button and waited patiently. Once the lift dinged and the doors opened, I walked in and pressed the bottom floor button. The doors closed and the lift began to move.
I shoved my hands in my pocket and rocked back and forth on my feet. I let out a long breath as the doors opened. I walked out and went straight towards the automatic doors that led outside. I walked outside in the cold, breezy air that caused me to become cold. The wind hit me, sending chills up my spine. I shivered and pulled my jacket closer to my body. I walked out of the parking lot, then I crossed the street and walked towards the small bay. I walked along the sand as the sun was barley peaking through over the horizon.
Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes. I'm such a mess. . . I kicked some rocks as I walked. The waves were coming up to my feet. It was peaceful out here. You can hear the water, the wind, and the squeaking from the seagulls. The barely audible sounds of crickets played in the background. You have to love San Francisco. It was so. . . so beautiful.
I stopped walking and took a seat on the cold sand. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on my knees. I looked out at the mysterious water. The sun began to rise over the horizon. I smiled to myself as tears fell down from my cheeks. I chuckled and shook my head. I am so pathetic. I am a pathetic mess of trash.
I sat down, enjoying the peaceful and quietness. Of course that moment was ruined by my phone ringing its annoying ringtone. I sighed and rolled my eyes. The lads most likely noticed I was missing. I took my phone out and slid the green line to answer it. "Lads! I'm just out by the bay. I'm fine don't worry," I said. My nose sniffed and I wiped my eyes. "You don't sound fine," the soft voice echoed through the phone. My eyes widen and stared out a gaped. "Brooke?" I whispered. "Hi," her soft voice whispered. "Hi," I said and chuckled as I wiped my eyes again. I heard her softly giggle on the other end. I was so gobsmacked right now. "I-I have no words to say," I admit. "I don't either. That makes two of us," she said. "You called," I said. She sighed on the other end. "This is my last phone call with everyone," she said. My smile dropped. "Why?" I asked. "I need to move on Louis," she said. My heart shattered to pieces.
"Move on from your own family? Your friends?" I asked. "Yes," she murmured. "Brooke-" "Louis, I don't want to argue. I-I just want to hear your voice for one more time," she admit. You can hear her small sobs on the other end which shattered me even more. Tears fell from my eyes and I clutched onto my phone. I closed my eyes and bit on my lip. I opened my eyes to have blurry vision from my tears that collected at the corners.
"I'm so sorry Brooke," I said. "No. No you aren't. You broke me more then I was before. You knew damn well what you were doing and you knew damn well who you were breaking," she said. Her voice was becoming stronger. "This isn't the Brooke I know," I said. "That Brooke is long gone," she whispered ,thinking I wouldn't hear. "You promised," she cried. "I did," I said, "I want to fix this. Please Brooke! I miss you." "No. No. No. Please don't do this to me. I can't believe these lies," she sobbed. "I'm not lying Brooke. Please trust me on this," I sobbed with every word cracking. "I did once. You can't fool me again," she snapped. "Fool me once? Shame on you. Fool me twice? Shame on me," she said in disbelief. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall. "You don't know how much of a mess I am with out you. You are my world. I will do anything just to have you in my arms again," I said.
My heart felt broken. My heart was shattered and it burned. It hurt to know that she is broken and hurt. I've made a mistake. This is all my fault. That brunette ruined everything, but it was mostly my fault. No matter how much Harry tells me that I didn't know, it will always be my fault.
"I miss you Louis," she cried. I knew she was crying as much as I am. Maybe even more. I caused this to her. "Then. . . Then, come back. Let's fix this. Let's start over. Me and you can run away. It could be us and only us. I will do anything. Please come back," I frantically cried. "I'm sorry Louis but I can't do that. I need to move on and so should you," she said. "I will never move on," I said. "I will find you Brooke. No matter what," I endeavored. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," I said.
Then the line went dead. That was the last I heard of her for awhile.