Look After You

"There's not much time." He croaked, his voice raspy and faint. I watched in horror as the life drained from his pale face. He was dying. My best friend was dying.
He groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "I'm all she has left. If I'm gone she has no one. Please Lou. Please. I need you to take care of her."
I gave him a faint smile, a tear rushing down my cheek. "I will."
My best friend gave me one last hopeful look as the blood continued to flow from his chest. "I need you to promise to protect her. Keep her away from the rest of your band. Protect her like she's your little sister."
I sighed and bowed my head, trying to hide my devastated face. "I promise."

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3. It Strikes Again

Jackie left a week later. It was a quiet goodbye, no tears, no frowns, just a steady, blank goodbye, nothing more, nothing less. Goodbyes aren't alien to me. At least with this one I know that Jackie has the ability of coming back. The ride back was just as bland, along with the hours that followed.

"I'm going out." Ross declared grabbing his keys.

"Where?" I questioned following him into the foyer.

"Louis invited me to a club. I'll be back later tonight. Don't wait up." His voice was hard and edgy, just like his expression. I sighed and gave him a hug.

"Be careful." I sighed and our eyes met. Ross scoffed in disgust.

"I don't need you to tell me to be careful." He snapped. "I'm not a child."

I stood stunned. Ross never talks to me like that. Never. If anything, I was a fragile flower to him, my well being his only concern, yet trying to go through every loophole not to break me, or let anyone else for that matter. "What is wrong with you?"

He threw his hands up in the air in disbelief. "Really? One of the only people I have left in this world just left and now I'm stuck with some hormonal teenager who hates my friends and is basically a dramatic brat who has no emotion what's so ever."

Ouch. I looked down blankly. No tears. No pain. Just blank.

He laughed mockingly and grabbed the door handle. "See? You can't even become angry at my harshness."

I closed my eyes at the sound of the door being slammed.

POV Louis

"Guys, we should go!" I yelled over the pounding of the music. Ross and the rest of the lads were lined up against the bar, empty shot glasses covering the counter. Zayn groaned and chugged down another shot.

"Fine. Let's go guys. Tomlinson being a wimp." He slurred toppling off the stool. He laughed as his bottom hit the hard floor. I sighed and pulled them out of the crowded bar. They were all wasted, all except me and Ross. He just drank one drink, mostly keeping quiet the whole night. Jackie's departure messed with his head, he even came in tears because he had been a jerk to Saige.

"Thank god Paul!" I yelled pushing the boys toward the man. He rolled his eyes and escorted Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn into the black van. I was about to hop in when Ross pulled me back.

"Could you come with me? I need to talk to you." His voice was soft, his eyes full of sorrow. I nodded and gave Paul a sympathetic look. The man rolled his eyes and jumped into the drivers seat. I felt bad leaving him with the guys drunk but Ross needed me.

"Is everything all right?" I asked walking down the sidewalk. Ross parked almost three blocks away.

He sighed and ran his hands through his messy hair. "I feel like shit. I was such an arse to Saige. I mean with Jackie gone, I'm left to care for her. She's my little sister you know? But Jackie was so good with her. I'm just a guy. There are things I can't so for her."

I smiled and patted his shoulder. "It's fine Ross. Saige will forgive you. Plus, she adores you, she doesn't care if you can't tell her certain things."

"She hates me." He protested. We turned the corner.

"No," I whispered. "she hates me."

The conversation went silent the rest of the walk. Nothing but the wind sounding around us. When we arrived at his car, we hopped in, him in the drivers seat and me in the passenger. I sighed and stared out the window as rain started to drizzle down, the water droplets creating mazes of designs on the glass surface.

"Louis, Saige doesn't hate you." Ross whispered suddenly. I turned my attention away from the water show and to him to see his eyes locked on the road. "Not even at the slightest."

"Yes, but she doesn't like me. She still thinks I'm that stupid kid." I protested. He chuckled.

"So prove her wrong."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "How?"

"Show her your not an arrogant kid anymore. Maybe you guys could be friends."

I sighed. "Maybe."

"But keep your hands to yourself. Nothing more than friends." He demanded sternly. I chuckled nervously and nodded my head.

I sighed and leaned back in the seat. "Ross, I-"

My voice was silenced by a loud bang. A bright light clouded my vision and I felt my body hit something hard. Then, the light disappeared, darkness blocking every source of life.

I awoke slowly, my body feeling glued to the ground. I fluttered my eyes open to see Ross' car, upside down and blinking, a maze of glass surrounding it.

"Ross." I croaked trying to lift my head. I failed and in result my face fell flat against the grassy surface. A liquid flowed in my down face, the coppery taste filling my mouth. I groaned in frustration.

"Louis." A faint voice called. I turned my head to see Ross, his body outstretched across the grass. Blood covered his face and torso, a huge shard of glass impaled into his chest. He looked at me desperately, tears filling his dull eyes.

"Ross!" I gasped. I groaned as I pulled my body closer to his. Every ounce of movement sent pain through my whole body, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. When I reached him, I realized there was more blood then I thought. It had already drenched through his shirt and jacket, the remainder pooling to the sides of him, the grass turning a odd red color.

"Ross." I gasped again. He scrunched his face up in pain.

"There's not much time." He croaked, his voice raspy and faint. I watched in horror as the life drained from his pale face. He was dying. My best friend was dying.

He groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "I'm all she has left. If I'm gone she has no one. Please Lou. Please. I need you to take care of her."

I gave him a faint smile, a tear rushing down my cheek. "I will."

My best friend gave me one last hopeful look as the blood continued to flow from his chest. "I need you to promise to protect her. Keep her away from the rest of your band. Protect her like she's your little sister."

I sighed and bowed my head, trying to hide my devastated face. "I promise."

Ross groaned one last time, his body desperately trying to catch it's breath, his breath shortening. I started to sob as his eyes fluttered close, his body finally ending it's trembling and his chest no longer rising to a rapid pace.

"Ross." I begged. Sirens sounded in the background and I sobbed louder. Just as I was about to plop back down on the ground, I heard a vibration. Through Ross' jeans I could see his phone lighting up. I pulled it out quickly.

"Hello?" I sniffed.

"Louis? Is that you? Where is Ross?" Saige's voice was urgent and annoyed. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to silence my cries. "Are you crying? Louis what is wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Saige"

"Why? What happened? Where are you?" Her voice was more nervous. I shook my head.

"Saige. Don't go Saige." I begged, the darkness overcoming me again.

Just before it completely took me over, I heard her desperate call. "Louis?! Louis?!"

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