Promises {A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic}

Promises: 5

LEXI'S P.O.V

I stared at the door in front of me, the door I'd just slammed shut in front of Louis and Harry in order to save myself from further embarrassment. The door seemed to be taunting me, as if daring me to open it again and apologize to Louis for slamming it in his face and for only saying good bye to Harry. Louis arriving was so unexpected. And he had my locket . . . Yes, I was thankful for him returning it, but how much of the locket did he see? Did he remember? So many years have passed. If he recognized himself with me in those pictures, he probably thinks I'm some loner loser who can't find any one else to love besides the boy from my teenage years. I unclenched my fist, letting the locket tumble to the ground. I took a step back, and then another one, and another until I bumped into the bed. I sat down on the soft mattress, tugging at loose threads on the duvet. I stared at the locket I dropped in front of the door. I wanted to go and pick it up, and put it back around my neck where it belonged. But I stopped myself. I didn't want to feel attached to it anymore, to feel as if the locket is the one thing that keeps me going. That locket had been my last hope, my last dream. But it had all been crushed the day Louis introduced himself to me for the second time, as if he didn't know me. I knew there was no hope left anymore. So what was the point of keeping the locket? If I had no more hope, the locket was nothing more than a dreadful reminder that love is never what it seems. And it was a reminder that Louis Tomlinson broke not only one promise to me, but two. The one he spoke, and the one in the locket. The word forever, written by none other than the man himself. I was a dumb teenager- to think that true love actual exists. Ha. But I'm 18 now. And I was determined to not make the same mistake again- to never love a man again.

I got back up on my feet and walked to the door, bending down to pick up the locket. I dangled the delicate chain in my fingertips and took a deep breath. I walked towards the sliding glass doors that overlooked the city of Los Angeles. I slid open one of the doors and held the locket out. The silver heart glinted in the sunlight. I took a deep breath . . . And then I let go. The infinity sign engraved on the front of the silver heart seemed to be staring up at me as it fell down onto the sidewalk thirty stories below. And then it was gone. I stepped back, closed the glass door, flopped onto my bed, and cried.

RACHEL'S P.O.V

I sat in math class, wishing summer would finally come so I would be released from the treacherous prison adults like to call high school. And senior year of high school is like the big huge jails that those big bad people go to when they've done something really really bad. And then freshman year is more like those small county jails. I'm stuck in the big bad prison: senior year.

"-think, Ms. Greene?"

I shook my head, clearing my brain of thoughts of high school uniforms looking like prison jumpsuits. "Sorry, what did you say?" The rest of the class snickered. I rolled my eyes at them.

"I asked you what you thought the equation for the first word problem was," my math teacher sighed impatiently. I don't even know why she tried asking me anything anymore- my answer was almost always 'what'. I squinted down at the packet on my desk, looking for word problem number one. Not that finding it was any use anyway - I didn't get math at all.

"I don't know, Mrs. Rogers. Could you explain it to me?" Ah, the innocent act. Always works. As my lovely gullible math teacher began her long boring speech on equations, I tuned out her voice and stuffed a headphone in my ear. Good thing my math teacher doesn't seem to care whether you wear hoods in class. Rock music blasted as I tuned out the rest of world and waited for the bell to ring.

BEEEEEEEEEP

Oh, hallelujah! Finally. Thank god it's Friday. I ran to my locker and grabbed my skateboard, which was pretty much the only thing I kept in there. I hopped on and skated through the hallways, my hot pink wheels gliding across the smooth hallway floors as I avoided the mad dash of high school kids, most of them running towards the buses. Once I stepped outside, the bright sun hit my face, and I had to take a moment to adjust to the light. I hopped back on my skateboard, and continued on my way to the lovely shack I call home. As I skated, a sliver heart caught my eye, the sun glinting off of it. I tucked my skateboard under my arm and made my way over to the grate that the heart seemed to be stuck in. I tugged on it, and a chain followed the heart out of the grate. It was a locket, from what I could tell. It was very pretty, and it looked worn. But what was a locket doing stuck in a grate on the sidewalks of L.A.? I shrugged, and tucking the locket into my jacket pocket, I continued skateboarding until I reached my 'home'.

I opened the door, and the smell of alcohol filled my nose and mouth. My father was drunk again. This was bad - for me, anyway. I walked in as silently as I could, hoping that maybe my father would be passed out and he wouldn't hear me creep upstairs to my bedroom.

There was one more stair. Just one - but he saw me. He always does.

My father sneered at me from the bottom of the staircase as I stared back at him, terrified. "And just where exactly do you think your going, bitch?"