***Louis POV
I sat in my bed feeling my football jersey. Other than my TOMS it was the other thing Megan always stole to wear. Tears were falling from my eyes. I just really needed her right now. I walked over to the bathroom to clean myself up. There I found a bag. Just a normal toiletry bag but I knew who’s it was right away. I opened the bag and inside was the usual toiletries. And a picture. Or to say pictures. Usually I wouldn’t over react so much over picture but it was her. There was a picture of us sticking our tongues out, her sleeping with her head on my lap, our wedding, us as look alike, us focusing on the guitar (well Megan focusing on the guitar I was focusing on something else) and the final picture got me to my knees. The picture we had gotten at the doctors. The very first picture of my son. I tried to control my thoughts and emotions but it wasn’t happening at all. Everything was going through my head. That is everything but my good memories with Megan. Vicious thoughts ran through my mind. And the memory that may have started my next few moves stuck out the most.
“Fuck you Louis Tomlinson”
She said that many times true. But the last time she said that her voice was cracking and there was a tear coming down her face. I screwed it up this time. I knew I had. Megan would never come back and I would never find her. I might as well give up now. I would give up now. I got up from the bathroom floor and went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. This would be my final night without Megan. I gently started to glide the knife across my wrist creating little cuts.
“What the hell?!”
Frightened I slashed my wrist real deep. I mean I was trying to kill myself but not in front of anyone and DEFINETLY not in front of Harry.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Louis you never do this”
“And I never plan to again”
“Do you mean?”
“Yes I mean that Harry”
“Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because I am”
“Why?”
“You know damn well Styles”
“Megan?”
“Ding ding ding we have a winner”
“Shouldn’t you get that stitched up?”
I looked at my arm
“Why? I want to die”
“Just get it stitched up man”
“Why?”
“I may just some information about your wife?”
“WHAT?”
“Get stitched up and I will tell you”
“Fine”
Harry drove me to the hospital and we lied about how I got the cut.
“Now tell me the information you have about my wife”
“Well I know where they are but I don’t know where they are?”
He questioned what he said and I pushed him against the wall gripping his collar.
“WHERE IS SHE?”
“Paris but Paris is big how will you find her?”
I let go of Harry and started to walk to the car and got in the driver’s side
“Louis where are you going?”
“Paris”
“You’re crazy”
“Are you coming or not?”
He hesitated but got in the car
“Well lets go we have Paris is waiting for us”
***Megan POV
I was walking in the park and the French Paparazzi was following me. Taking pictures and stuff. I didn’t care it would only be published in French tabloids. All I wanted to do was eat my bagel in the park.
***The next day***
I opened the door to my hotel room and grabbed the paper. I spit my coffee out when I saw me on the front page with the caption “Megan Tomlinson alone in Paris with a baby on the way is something wrong?”
“SHIT!”
I screamed. Anna walked out of her room rubbing her head.
“What’s wrong?”
“THIS!”
I was still screaming. I threw Anna the paper.
“Damn did you read the article?”
“Not yet”
“May I?”
“Go ahead”
“Yesterday Megan Tomlinson, wife of Louis Tomlinson and lead singer of Thorn Roses, was spotted in Parc des Buttes Chaumont walking all alone. When she was last seen with Louis Tomlinson three days ago when the couple was in Vegas on tour and at their friends, Harry Styles, wedding to Megan’s best friend. Her best friend, Anna Styles, was reportedly caught shopping on the streets of Paris. The girls are staying at Hotel de Paris. The major question is as Anna has just gotten married is there something wrong with the Tomlinson marriage with a baby on the way. What else would make her drop everything and go with her best friend in Paris. Hopefully there will be some good news on the way.”
“Damn”
***Louis POV
We had just gotten off the plane and Harry was looking for something to eat. I was browsing through the papers. When I saw Megan’s face…
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Little Things (i HATE my best friends band sequel)
FanfictionMegan's now married to Louis and still are on tour what's going to happen with a baby on the way and only 3 people knowing about it
