Truly, Madly, Deeply (Sequel to Moments)

"Ummm cloudy with a slight shower...of cunts."

Louis’ POV:

Where the hell could she have gone?

Agh…I will never forgive myself for this. I’ve called her over 100 times and I

<Ring~Ring>

I quickly looked at my phone that was in my hand and saw Rose’s picture on the screen. I immediately answered it, putting the phone to my ear only to hear loud music bursting through.

“Hello? Rose? Babe?”

“What?! Stop calling me!” She yelled through the phone angrily.

“Rose! Can we talk?!” I quickly asked.

“No! We already did!” She retorted.

“Babe, where are you?”

The line disconnected and I let out a sigh of exasperation turning the screen off.

Where could she be? Alejandra said she went out for a drink and she would’ve came here to Starbucks about an hour ago…but in the phone call…there was loud music.

Shit.

She couldn’t have been at a club could she? The closest club was only 15 minutes from where I was right now. What if she was? I had to go check it out…now.

***

“ROSE?!” I yelled through the large crowd of people that were dancing.

“ROSIE!” I continued walking pushing through the people who were grinding, twerking, and dancing very funnily since more than half of them were drunk.

I went over to the counter where shots were being handed out and I found myself looking at a man with tattoos covering all of his exposed skin and piercings on his nose and mouth.

“What can I get for ya boy?” He asked.

“Um, right. Have you seen a pale girl with black hair and dark eyes?!” I almost yelled because of how loud everyone was.

“Uh, yeah she took a couple of shots and left over there.” He pointed to the other side of the dark large room. I nodded and then left only finding myself being pulled from the collar of my shirt.

“Hello sexy,” A girl whispered heavily. She was definitely drunk. Her dirty blonde hair was an absolute mess.

“Uhh –“

“You’re so sexy. I’m free tonight,” She winked moving her hands to my abs.

I took both her hands and pushed them away from me, leaving her a bit lonely after walking around looking for Rose.

“ROSIE?!” I said finally noticing a black haired girl. I knew it was her, I could tell who my babe was.

I turned her around seeing her face. She was definitely wasted.

“Ooooo! Who are you?” She slurred moving her head back.

“Rosie, what the fuck are you doing here?”

She began laughing like a mad scientist. She then looked at me, her focus going off and on every second, “You know…you’re a really hot punk,” She laughed again.

“I know –“

Hot punk? How many shots could she have taken?

I took her by her forearm and started walking around, trying to find an exit. She kept falling down, her knees hitting the ground.

“Rosie. You’re drunk.” I stated, looking at her clouded eyes.

“Whaa? I’m not…drunk. You’re drunk ‘cause you have…brown hair and…” She hiccupped. “Hey can we go to…wait…how come there are two of you?” She laughed insanely, falling forward to the left of me. She hit her face on the ground, but she didn’t seem to react to it. I picked her up again, literally dragging her out of the club.