Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Funerals

Chapter Four

Kik, Death, and Funerals

Louis' POV

I woke up to the shifting of the bed, and groaned slightly. I looked over to see Whitney tossing and turning. She hasn't been able to sleep a wink since the first time she found out about the deaths. I decided to ignore it and try to fall back asleep. Didn't work. I look over to see Whitney still thrashing but it was worse. Bad dream. Again. I felt so bad for this girl, she didn't ask or deserve anything that's happened. I sat up abruptly and she smacked me where the sun didn't shine. Oof. That's a clean word for what string of cuss words came out of my mouth. Damn Whitney. I tugged her a bit before she woke up with a start.

"It's okay, darling. I'm here. C'mere." I pull her to my chest and rub her back soothingly, shushing her cries a bit. Her hands clutched my shirt and her tears started to soak through but I didn't care. I just held her tightly, willing the remains of the nightmare to go away, leaving Whitney alone. We rocked slightly in bed, her sobs were getting softer and she wasn't shaking as bad. Her head shifted on my chest and I looked down to see her looking at me. I smiled lightly and kissed her forehead.

"Louis. Why? Why did this all have to happen to me? I lost my mom, my dad, my brother and a friend in a matter of days. What did I do wrong? Why, Louis? Why?!" She broke out into a sob again and my heart was breaking for her. She didn't do anything. God this poor girl. I feel for anyone and everyone who has ever had to go through something so traumatizing.

"You didn't do anything wrong love. I promise. You couldn't have done anything. But sometimes a higher power takes away what we cherish for no reason at all. No evidential reason. It must've just been their time to go. I'm sorry that you've had to go through this. I'm sorry it's not over yet, and I promise that we will catch the sick bastard who did the crime. They owe that much to you to go to jail." I've never been one to come to for comforting words, but I tried my hardest with Whitney.

She made me want to be a better person. She was and is such an amazing person, she didn't deserve this. I was furious at the higher power who took away her life before she could say goodbye. Such a cruel thing to do to a young lady.

"I hate this so much. I'm so confused and hurt. I'm torn. I'm pissed. I'm.. I'm just a mess. I can't wrap my head around this. I shouldn't have to bury my family at 19 years old. I'm still a kid, a teenager. What did I do?! I'm sorry, Mr. Higher Power. But PLEASE give me my family back. I just want them back. I want my house to smell like chocolate chip cookies again from the rare times my mom cooked. I want the smell of ironed pants to barely hit my nose, signalling that Dad was ironing his clothes. I want the yelling and screaming at video games from Mark. I want to be 9 years old again. I want my family back. I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!" She weakly hit my chest, unaware that it wasn't a pillow.

I took every hit without a single sound, my face scrunching up with each blow. She still had a good hook when crying. She was so distraught and I don't think she cared that Sydney wasn't around. It was odd though. Her husband was murdered and she's nowhere to be found. I didn't care though. I was and am here for Whitney when she needed someone. Niall was busy with whatever, otherwise I know he'd be here. He wouldn't drop her for some other girl. I saw how Niall looked at her. Yeah it hurt to know I was having to fight with my best mate for this girl, but she's not just some girl. Niall and I agreed on that.

Whitney was something special. She brought out the best in us, and she believed in second chances for those who she thought deserved one. Take Niall when the thing with Carly Rae happened, he got a second chance. Take me and the Lottie thing when I didn't call and forgot about our date, I got a second chance. I've been taking advantage of it ever since. Besides, Whitney needed and needs a shoulder to cry on. No I haven't made a single sexual advance on her. I'm not that kind of guy. I know she needs space but needs a friend.