I Have You Still (COMPLETED)

Louis Tomlinson, my best friend since we were 7 years old. His pranks, his jokes, everything about him made me think we were long lost siblings. We're very close to each other. I never left his side, and he never left mine. Best friends forever, or so that's what it seemed like until he left me.

Copyright Shyviolin. Please no duplicating.


2. Chapter 2

  I slowly open my eyes looking around my room to find the blinds open. I get up and walk to my closet picking out a beanie, a jacket, a tank top, sweats, and a pair of converse shoes. I shove my phone and wallet into my bag and head out of my room to the living room.

"Hey, where you going?" Patricia looks up at me.

"I'm going to the store and Starbucks. Let me guess, you want the usual?" I smirk.

"You know me so well, oh and can you get cereal?"

  I nod and head out into the cold fall breeze of LA. Man, it's seems more cold in the fall then in the winter. I ride down the sidewalk and spot a taxi man calling out to me. I sway towards him as he stops at the light.

"Need a lift Ash?" He smiles at me.

"Sure, Jim." I've know Jim since I was little when I lived here before I moved to the UK.

  I hold onto the window opening and grab a good grip as he drives off. After couple blocks I see the street the store is on and let go of window opening. I wave back to Jim and turn back to face the street. I stop at the door and pick up my board, going inside the toasty filled store.

"Let's see...cereal, new guitar picks, flash drive for my computer, camera lens, and other junk I don't need. Seems pretty easy today."

  I walk down the food aisle and quickly grab a cereal box dropping it in the basket. I then go down the music aisle and pick up a pack of guitar picks and new strings for my guitar and violin. As I'm looking at the strings, I suddenly feel a breeze hit me. I look at the corner of my eye and see a figure pass by me.

"What the?" I shake the feeling away and continue to walk towards the computers.

  I look through the flash drives and again, feel the breeze hit me, sending goosebumps down my spine. I glance around and see nobody in the aisles next to me. Urgh. I hate goosebumps.

  I grab a flash drive and go to the cameras on the other side. A camera catches my eye and I quickly pick it up, turning it on and checking out the settings and stuff on it. I hold up the camera up to my face, peeping through the hole looking out to the aisle, holding down the button and snapping a picture. I look at the black screen revealing the picture I took.

  Louis looks so different....wait, Louis?! I rub my eyes and take a quick glance at the screen again. Nothing's there. I must be imagining it. I hold up the camera again and place my finger on the button. I stay in the same position, looking at the screen. The screen suddenly turns into a grey color. I feel hands over mine, covering the camera lens. They slowly pull down the camera away from my face towards the floor.

  I meet a pair of bright blue eyes that I've know almost all my life. My eyes move down to his smile, that same old smile that laughter came out of and cheered me up. I look down at the floor, slowly closing my eyes. No way. This can't be him. I'm not believing this. I glance up and look at him, smiling down at me.

"Ash? Is it really you?" He holds me by my shoulders.

"Louis," I freeze and scan his face realizing it's really him. Anger rushes through me. "You, you left me back in the UK 3 years ago! How could you?"

"Ash, I'm so sorry. I didn't..."

"I called you everyday! You never called me back! We were best friends, or that's what I thought before." I push his hands away.

"I tried Ash. They wouldn't let me." He grabs my hand, pulling me back to him.

"You chose your career over me..." I slide against the wall, hugging my knees. A tear starts to roll down my cheek.

  He sits next to me on the floor, wrapping his arms around me. I start to sob in my hands as he hugs me. The hug. The last one I got from him was 3 years ago. It felt the same like before.

"Ash, I..."

"No, I'm sorry. It's just...I didn't think you were going to leave me for 3 years going around the world. I'm proud of you, really." I smile up at him.

"I'm still sorry, Ash." He kisses my head.

"It's okay," I whisper.

"Let's go talk over a cup of coffee." He extends his hand out to me as I receive it.

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