Unknown Number: You're beautiful.

Who the hell sent that? And I'm not beautiful. How do they even know what I look like? I then sigh and text back.

Me: Um, who's this?

I silently wait for the response. Dying to know who it is.

Unknown Number: I'm Louis Tomlinson.

Louis Tomlinson? Isn't he the kid in my film class? Why is he texting me?


14. fourteen

A/N Okay so in the chapters if I put a * next to the a word in italics, it means that the person is dreaming of having a flashback.


"What's wrong?" I asked as he hiccupped.

"My mum is seeing someone and he's back at my house." he said with his voice cracking.

"That's great! But why are you so upset about that?" I asked.

"I'm scared that she'll get hurt again. I'm scared that she'll get her heart broken again." he sobbed out as I patted him on the head.

"Does she know where you are?" I asked. She must be worried sick, wondering where her son is.

He nodded though and said, "I told her I was going to a friend's house and staying there for the night."

"Oh, yeah sure. Here you can have the guest bedroom." I said as he nodded. I then looked at the time and noticed it 10:30 pm.

"We should get some rest. We have school tomorrow." I said as I helped Louis up and dragged him to the guest bedroom.

I opened the door and dragged him inside onto the bed. He seemed really tired. Probably emotionally drained to the point where he was physically tired. I laid him on the bed and took his jacket and shoes off as he kept his eyes closed and mumbled words. I then grab the blanket and put it over him as I patted him on the shoulder and turned off the side lamp.

Before I left his room I heard him say, "I love you..."

My eyes widened at that as I blushed deeply. He's probably just saying that in a friendly way.

"Love you too Lou."


Bea's POV

* I was walking around town, heading over to the cemetery. I don't know why, but I kept going there. Out of all the places I could go in town, I was headed to the cemetery. Once I reach the iron gates of the cemetery, I push the gate door open to see that it was completely empty.

I kept walking towards the graves and tombstones, and decided to sit on a random one. I reached into my pocket and took out a cigarette and lighter. I put the cigarette in my mouth and lighted it as I took a drag and breathed out the smoke. As I sit there smoking, I notice how everything looks colorless and lifeless. I felt like I was in a black and white movie or some shit.

I then heard the sound of leaves being crushed and turned to see a figure walking towards me. I stood up and waved, but I didn't know why. I don't even know the stranger walking towards me and yet here I am greeting them. The figure then comes close to me and I take a look at them to see that they were wearing a black hoodie with black jeans and black converse. I move closer to see the person's face and see that it was... Louis?

"Louis?" I ask.

He didn't respond, he just stood there looking down at the grave as I waited for his response.

"Louis? What are you looking at?" I ask as I stand next to him, to see him looking at a tombstone.

He then opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

He started to cry and pull the sleeves of his hoodie up. I noticed a tattoo on his wrist that had a drawing of cigarettes that spelled out 'The End'. I then looked at the cigarette in my hand and dropped it on the ground. I put my foot on and put the flames out making the cigarette die out. I then look at the tombstone and gasp. My name was written on it.

"Oh my God!" I cried as I held onto Louis' shoulder for support. I noticed how he wasn't reacting, it's like he couldn't see me. Maybe I'm a ghost?

"I love you." he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I love you to-" I was cut off by him saying, "Wake up Bea!"

"Wake up!"

"C'mon wake up." *

I was instantly awakened by two pairs of cerulean eyes staring at me, it was a dream. It wasn't real. I then felt a heavy weight on my stomach and screamed, "Aahhh! Louis get off me!"

He then got off as he smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry."

"Ugh, what time is it?" I ask him as he checks his phone.

"It's five in the morning." he said as my eyes widened.

"Then why the hell am I up?" I asked with annoyance.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower, and borrow a towel?" he asked as I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"Yeah, sure. Let me go get it." I say as I get out of bed and head over to the drawer in the hallway. I open the the drawer and decide to take out the pink towel with Winnie the Pooh on it, just to see Louis' reaction. I then closed the drawer and head back to my room. I open the door to see Louis resting on my bed as he looks around the room, scanning the posters on my walls. I then enter the room and throw the towel at him, making it land on his face. He then sits straight and takes the towel off examining it.

"Really?" he asked as I chuckled. I then gestured him to follow me as I take him to the bathroom.

"Everything is in place, you'll find the shampoo and other shit in the shower." I said as he nodded and said a quick 'thank you'.

I then walk of the room and head over to my bedroom. I walked over to my closet and picked out a white top with my black jacket that had words written all over it in white. I then put on black skinny jeans with black combat boots that was studded with gold.

Once done dressing up, I grab my brush and brush through my hair. After that I enter my bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth, and all the other hygiene necessities. I check my phone to see what time it is and I realize that I have like an hour til I can go to school. I walk out of my room and head over to the balcony, where I see that the sun is just rising giving it that orange purplish color to it. I sigh and take out my pack of cigarettes that I stashed in this jacket.

"What happened earlier was just a dream..." I whispered to myself as I took out a cigarette and put it between my lips. I then take out my lighter and hold it against my cigarette, watching it light up and burn some pieces. I then close the lighter and put it back in my pocket, as I use my other hand to take out the cigarette and blow out some smoke. I felt relieved and more alive as I kept taking a drag.

"Fuck life..." I say to myself as I take one more drag.


A/N It's unedited so let me know if I made mistakes. And don't forget to vote and comment what you think!

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