My best friend's brother // Louis Partridge

3 - Running to him

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of rain on my window, I rolled over to grab my phone and check my socials again. Nothing interesting. I decided to get out of bed and changed into some black baggy joggers and a matching large black hoodie. I start heading downstairs I bumped into my dad in the hallways he looked like he'd been crying.

"Y/n I need to talk to you"

"Is everything ok?" I asked

He didn't answer he started walking to the living room I followed behind him.

"Take a seat"

I took a seat on the sofa.

He takes a deep breath "Mum is not coming back" my eyes shot open and tears instantly blurred my vision.

"What do you mean?" I blurted out

"She died y/n, she's been taken away already, it happened early this morning I didn't want to wake you"

I sprinted out the room my eyes full of tears and I slipped on my black and white Jordan's as fast as I could, I was a mess. I flew out the door and just ran I didn't know where I was going but I just ran, water sprayed up on my joggers as I ran through puddles. The rain was pouring down, no one was around, quietness, only the sound of rain and my breath. Just running, running, running I couldn't stop. I ran until I got to the South Bank skate park, I usually went there to watch the skateboarders skateboard up and down the ramps and admire the artwork of artists who had spray painted the walls of the park, it was my safe place, I was there quite a bit. The Park was deserted, no skateboarders, no passer-by's, just me, just me and my own thoughts. I was warm and my face was boiling, my eyes were blurred.

The skatepark was sheltered and it overlooked the Thames, I ran into the skatepark and climbed to the top of the ramps my legs dangled over the edge of the ramp. I just kept on replaying all the memories I had with my mum, when she taught me how to ride my first bike, when her and dad taught me how to swim for the first time, when her and dad took me to my first day of school, now she won't see me on my last day of school. I was boiling and my eyes were starting to strain from crying. It was all quiet till I heard the sound of a skateboard along the pavements, I just put my head in my hands to hide my face but didn't move. The sound of the skateboard had changed as I could hear them coming inside the skatepark. I then heard Footsteps as they came off their skateboard.

"Hello?" called a deep voice.

No, it can't be.

"Hello? Are you ok?" they asked

I recognised the voice.

I took my head out my hands and wiped my eyes with my damp sleeve to look in the direction of the voice. It was Louis, wearing a black puffer jacket, black painter jeans and a cap. Out of all the teenage boys who came to this skatepark it had to be my best friend's brother.

"Y/n?"

I just stared at him.

"Y/n are you ok?" He leaned his skateboard against a small ramp and started walking towards me.

I just blurted out crying again.

Louis started to climb up the ramp towards me. As he reached the top, he came to sit next to me.