Banned (A Louis Tomlinson AU love story)

Chapter 17

Looking back, I wish Louis and I had met a lone time ago. I wish he and Valencia had never met.  I wish I would've skipped school with him that week before Prom. I wish I would've stayed home from work. I wish I had taken him with me to go dress shopping.

But the sad part is, I can't change any of it. I can't change when we met, and I can't change how much time we spent together. I can't change the fact that he and Valencia met. I can't change any of it, no matter how much I wish I could.

He and I were destined to be together. We were destined to have kids and grow old together. We were destined to be happy, truly happy, together for the next seventy years.

The funny thing about Destiny, though, is that it is overruled by Fate. People think that Destiny and Fate are the same thing, but they aren't. You can control your Destiny, but Fate can't be controlled. Fate is cruel and heartbreaking! Fate can interfere with your plans for Destiny! Fate sucks.

I'm not going into detail with that week. There's no point in doing that. It was basically what you would expect. We were getting ready for Prom and studying for our exams in two weeks. Everyone was getting ready to leave their old lives behind. Even Louis and I were getting ready to move to London, which I was surprised I could keep quiet about for so long.

I had found this gorgeous dress. It was blue satin, and at the bottoms it had a silk overlay of a peacock feather design. It made me feel beautiful.

On Saturday, Lottie and Jay helped me get ready. They did my makeup and helped me get into my dress. They curled my hair, putting hair spray in it so it stayed curled.

The theme of the Prom was 'Last Night of Our Lives'. We were supposed to be happy and act like tomorrow didn't exist. I wish I hadn't gone to Prom with him. I wish we had stayed home.

When I walked down the stairs, I stopped as soon as I saw Louis. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a tux, and I think Jay helped him tie his tie. He looked like he just stepped out of a James Bond movie.

"Wow," he and I said at the same time.

"You look beautiful," he told me. When I blushed, he smiled. "I thought my date tonight was Ali Carter, not some supermodel."

"And I thought my date was Louis Tomlinson, not James Bond," I said. I walked over to him and took his hand. "I'm wearing heels. If I break my neck for your desire to go to Prom, I will kill you."

"You won't be able to. You love me too much."

"Shuddup."

Just as I was about to kiss him, Jay came out with a camera. I laughed as Louis pulled me into his arms. He rested his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes right before I heard the click of a camera.

Jay must have taken about thirty pictures before we left. Most of them were in these stereotypical Prom picture poses. But there were a few that weren't. 

All but three of those pictures don't exist anymore.

As much as I wish I had met Louis earlier in my life, I wish just as equally that I had never met him. If I had never met him, I would never have fallen in love with him. I would never have had my heart broken.

Most girls have crushes on the people they fall in love with. I never had a crush on Louis. He just kind of showed up and next thing I knew I was in love. There was no meeting, liking, dating, then loving. It was meeting then loving. I don't wish it had been the long way around.

We didn't go out to eat before we went to the school. We barely spoke. I wish we had. I wish I had told him exactly how I felt about him. I wish I had told him exactly how happy he made me. I wish I had asked him how he felt about me.

I'm just going to skip most of the dance. All of these girls came up to me and told me how pretty my dress was. They told me how lucky I was to have such a handsome boy as my date. A lot of guys kept watching me.

About two hours after we got to the Prom, I noticed Louis kept glancing over my shoulder as we danced. Every time I asked him what he was looking at, he would make something up. I didn't push it. I wish I had.

After five minutes, at 10:37, he asked me to stay at our table while he stepped outside for fresh air. He told me he'd be back in just a few minutes. Every time I thought back to that moment, I begged Louis to stay. I begged him to not leave me alone. 

At 10:42, the gymnasium got quiet as we heard a gunshot. Louis hadn't come back inside. I couldn't explain it, but my heart started racing. Blood pumped through my veins and tears immediately formed in my eyes. I took off my shoes and threw them down before running outside.

My fears were confirmed as soon as I got out of the door. Louis was laying on the sidewalk in a pool of his blood, holding onto his stomach.

"LOUIS!" I shouted. I ran to him as fast as I could, and I sat down next to him. I laid his head on my lap. I looked over at the door and saw people. "Call an ambulance!" I yelled at them. 

"A-Ali.." Louis whispered. I could tell he was in so much pain. 

The tears fell down my face as I stroked his hair. "Baby it'll be fine. We we just have to get you to a hospital," I told him. "I I love you, Louis. You know that right?"

"I love you too," he said. His head started moving to the side, his eyes closing.

"No. Louis keep your eyes open."

He opened his eyes, but it was obviously hard for him. "Sleepy," he mumbled. His breathing was dangerously slow. 

"Louis come on." 

"I love you Alicia," he said. He reached up and pulled me to him. He kissed me, and he put everything he had into it. When I pulled away, his eyes were closed. He took another breath, but that was the last one.

"No, Louis. Wake up," I whispered, shaking him lightly. Tears were pouring down my cheeks and my voice kept breaking. "Baby, wake up."

I kept trying to wake him up, but I knew he wouldn't.