The Painter | L.T [A.U]

Thirty-Two

~Louis~

"where is Mel?" I asked. We had to board the plane, it was time. Noah suggested that I call her, so I did. Her phone began to ring. It was in her suitcase.

"I'll be back," I sighed before running off for the restroom. I debated with myself wether or not I should go in the women's restroom. I've never done that and it's not something pleasant.

"Fuck it," I told myself. I pushed the door open. There wasn't anyone in there but a older woman, probably around her sixties.

"Boy, what do you think you're doing?!" She snapped.

"I'm so sorry. I'm looking for someone," I explained.

"Look for them somewhere else!" She put her two hands together before grabbing her cane.

I ignored her, and walked around the large restroom. I looked under the stalls for Mel's feet.

"Mel!" I called out.

"I'm the only one in here you twat!" She yelled imitating my accent, trying to sound British.

"That is not nice! I'm sorry but I have a plane to get to but I am looking for someone! And if you don't like it, get the fuck out!" I yelled. I was quite shocked at myself. I have never yelled at a woman like that.

She grabbed her cane and swung at me, hitting my bum. "Fuck!" I yelled and I ran out.

A young woman with a young boy were right in front of me. She gave me a look of disgust and called me a "disgusting pervert," and walked away.

Liam and Noah were worried. Liam's phone began to ring. He answered. "Harry?.........Harry!"

I looked at him. He explained that all Harry said was,"Melissa and i are going home," and hung up. My heart was beating fast and I didn't know what to do. What could I do? She was gone.

"We have to go now," Noah quietly said.

So we got on the plane without Mel. I felt hollow. She just left at the last minute. I tried hard to not cry. I wasn't going to cry for someone who hurt me. She didn't deserve my tears.

During the whole time we were flying, I wouldn't talk. I didn't want to. I didn't acknowledge anyone and anything.

Then we arrived in Newark. We would have taken a plane to Doncaster but the flight to Newark was a lot earlier. The Doncaster flight was in four days.

Liam called a taxi and I didn't ask where we were headed. All I knew was that Liam has a house here. Noah spent a lot of time looking out the windows of the taxi. He said it looked really cool.

The taxi took us to a house that looked really nice. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big.

We paid the driver, splitting the total cost in three. I grabbed one suitcase of mine, and one of Liam's. He had three. He basically brought all his clothes in two big ones and other stuff in the other big one. I should've just said they were all big.

Liam walked over to a dark red car, unlocked it, and fumbled around looking for something, I guess. Three cars were in the driveway, which one was Liam's. Maybe the others were too, I didn't know at the time.

I couldn't help but wonder how much people he lived with.

I realized Mel's luggage was with us. Noah had it, he seemed upset. I was very sad. Feeling something that is worse, but I didn't know the word. I didn't care. Maybe I did, actually.

I looked at the light pink suitcase with hot pink spots all over it. Her purse was in Noah's hand. He looked at me and I took it, and hung it over my shoulders. I need to look through her phone. There must be something that'll explain to me why she left me like this. I needed her the most right now. She decided to come with me, she could've just said no.