My phone went off. I rolled over and checked it. It was 4:30am. 4:30 IN THE MORNING!!!! WHO IN THE WORLD TEXTS SOMEONE AT 4:30AM?!?!?!?! I unlocked my phone and was greeted with my wallpaper. I smiled. It was THE cutest picture of Niall holding up a sign saying “I love YOUUU!!!” I checked my message. I had three unread ones? Awkward. Oh wait, they were all from Niall. I sighed, I’d forgotten about the time difference.
Flash forward two weeks.
I stood over her coffin. She was already in the ground. I was amazed by how many fans came out for her. For me. For us. I had so many hugs I lost count. And so many, “I’m sorry”. I felt so lost. She was gone. Then something felt different.
“You’re gonna catch a cold, mate.” Liam was standing beside me with Danielle holding an umbrella over me. Was it raining? I hadn’t even noticed. Danielle stood beside me and rubbed my back.
Story I wrote, and because one of my favorite Tumblr peeps told me I should keep writing, and post them, here’s this first one.
It’s based offa Moments by One Direction, told from Louis Tomlinson’s perspective.
Comments are both welcomed and appreciated.
I woke up to an empty bed. No big deal, I knew she was going out this morning. She told me last night that this morning she’d leave before I woke up to get something done for her Directioners. She was such a big part of my life, and I was so glad my fans accepted her.
I settled back into bed to go back to sleep. Then Harry burst through the door. His face and eyes were red. He was breathing heavily.
“Lou, we’ve gotta go. She’s hurt.”
He wasn’t making any sense.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?”