the book of Deadwater (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 2

Louis POV

Most people who try to pluralize the name Louis it sounds like Louise. Which is a girls name. When ever Harry got pissed at me he would call me by that name. I didn't understand fully why my curly haired friend was so angry.

Harry walked in and saw me laying upside down on the couch. "what the hell are you doing Louise?"

"I'm watching sponge bob. No need to be an ass about it."

Harry snorted. "Oh, your the queen of the fricking world. Sorry I forgot!"

"Whats your problem!"

Harry was shocked and finally looked at me. His eyes were red and puffy. "you dont know?"

I shook my head.

"they found his body this morning. He's dead Lou. You were right. And you were an ass hole about it and I hate you"

I gasped a bit. I flipped my self so I sat right side up. "they found his body?"

"broken shattered. We're no longer one direction" he pushed back tears "we're 4/5 direction" he gaged on his words and collapsed to the floor.

"his body?" we're the only words that could escape my mouth.

I remember later that day there was a meeting. Our business people agreed to break up the band due to the lack of a member. I faintly remember someone offering me a two million dollar solo contract. I don't remember my answer. I don't remember much of that day.

I remember that night though. I texted Jo.

Me: his body

Jo didn't respond for what felt like hours.

Jo: relax. Just chill.

Me: what's that supposed to mean.

Jo: this isn't important. Go to bed.

Jo: just know that your next on there list

Jo: be careful

Jo: night! :)

I went to bed more nervous and scared then before. Jo didn't help. Why would she? She seemed like a self centered ass hole with anger issues.

Laying in the dark I tried cheering myself up.

Alright Lou, I thought, think of puppies cute like puppies. In baskets! Yes puppies in baskets! Niall holding puppies in a basket. Nonono no. Not Niall... Kittens. Little kittens. In little tea pots. With Katie feeding them.

Crap.

My mind wandered to the place I had stored the memory of Katie. Her voice so cheesy. But nice and sweet. Those cheek bones. Her long ringlets. The twinkle of her eyes.

Shit.

I felt my tummy flip. God dammit. I had a girl friend but I was falling for a recently murdered child with a mentally unstable friend who may or may not be protecting one of my best friends.

Seeing as I never met her I didn't feel less attached I couldn't feel her being dead.

That sounded weird. I shook my head. Focus. Sleep. Your with El shopping. Come on. SLEEP.

I finally just pulled out my phone and texted Zayn.

Me: hey bud

Zayn: heyyyyy buddyyyyyy I'm at the clubbbb. It's a partyyyy. Come over buddyyyyy.

I put down my phone and started getting dressed. Might as well get drunk. Everything was going to hell any way.

The club was a couple blocks from Harry and my flat so I walked. The crisp night air bit at my cheeks. An icy winds sneaky fingers crept up my shirt sending shivers up my spine. I pulled my leather jacket closed and continued trudging on. A snow flake tapped me gently on the nose. I wasn't dressed for snow. I guess I'd take a cab back.

When I got to the club Zayn pushed through the crowd of drunk fan girls.

"heyyy buddyyyy" his words slurred "vas happenin?"

I smiled sadly. "get me a drink"

"ok" he said swaggering off to the counter.

A girl approached me "oh my god. Your louiz tomplinson. Of one zirection. God I'm a fanz."

She was wasted to.

"hey yeah I guess I am" I fake grinned at her.

"letz get married"

I shook my head and pushed to where Zayn sat.

He shoved me a green liquid. "it's called happy green liquid. It's strong" he said swaying a bit.

The lady behind the counter looked at me "it's limeade and whiskey. It's called lhiskey."

I just nodded and took the shot. It burned going down. Soon though an explosion of warmth erupted in my gut. It felt like all the nice thongs in the world.

"fill me up" I shouted to no one really but as a new shot glass was put in front of me I didn't care.

My head drifted to some far of land as the body's around me became more and more out of focus.

My head thumped with the bass of the music. I soon could barely stand. The night drew to a close quickly and in the early hours of morning we brought the party to Zayns house. And soon we were skinny dipping in his pool.

That night everything was a blur. As the sun pulled open the curtain of day I searched the floor for my cloths. As they were no where to be found I stole some of Zayns cloths.

I sat at the bus stop rubbing my temples trying to get the pounding out of my head. Last night seemed shattered and scratched in my memory. I tried searching through the ruble for anything notable. But I found nothing.

A girl sat next to me. She looked about 15-16 and flowing dirty blonde waves. Her grey eyes grew huge as she stared wildly at me.

"are you Louis Tomlinson?" she gasped.

I nodded but even that small movement made my head hurt.

We sat next to each other in silence for a few minutes then she turned to me a second time.

"Ohh can I please have a picture?"

I recognized her voice from somewhere but the pounding was too big of a distraction to remember where. I assumed she was from the party.

I shook my head then nodded. I didn't want to be continued being called an asshole for ignoring fans. She pulled me close and put her iPhone on selfie. She snapped several pictures. Then let go of me and looked at them.

"Can you sign something for me?"

I shook me head. I was way to hung over to do even that.

She let out a huge sigh and we continued waiting for the pull.

"I've got an Advil if you need it" she said reaching in her purse and pulling out migraine medication.

It wasn't Advil it was prescription stuff. The stuff Niall got that defeated hang overs fast. Niall got them from a friend. I didn't know if it was legal. I just knew it worked.

I excepted and popped the small tablet in my mouth.

"it will make you get a little spacey." she warned "I have them for my black outs. It's really strong stuff"

I hastily agreed because less then a minute it my migraine vanished. I felt more up beat and less sleepy.

She smiled and we sat together in silence until the bus arrived. I got in the back and pulled up zayns hood. The girl sat more to the front but continued staring at me.

After several awkward minutes I got of at my stop. The girl strangely followed me and tailed me down the block. I turned to face her.

"I never asked your name?" I was scared shed kill me but in a good scared way because the pill had made me extremely spacey.

"my name is Jo and I am here because you wanted to see Niall."

Shit