Girl Next Door (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen

Louis's POV

"Louis, I'm sorry. I love you too. But... We shouldn't be together. It won't work. I'm sorry." Erica said. I nodded.

"I broke up with Hannah a few weeks ago-"

"It's not about Hannah. Louis, I DON'T wanna be your girlfriend. And everyone already knows that you're gonna be famous and I don't wanna be pulled into that whirlpool of drama. I love you, but I can't." she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She had changed a lot the past few years. Her hair was no longer stringy, but golden and long. Her blue eyes shone bright and her smile was stunning.

"Okay... I understand. Anyway I should be getting back to London. For the X-Factor and all." I say. She nods.

"Okay well then see you later." she says.

"See ya." I say turning on my heel and walking away.

I storm through the forest, smashing branches and kicking rocks. I run upstairs to my room and shove my clothes into my bag. I yank open my desk drawer as a note falls out. It's my song I wrote Erica. I grab it and stomp downstairs.

"Bye!" I yell slamming the front door. I go to her car and slip it under the windshield wiper. I hop in my car and drive off to London, to my new life.

Erica's POV

I scream as soon as he leaves pulling my hair and rolling around on the ground crying. After about an hour, I get up and trudge back to my house. I hop in the shower, washing the dirt off my body. I slip into black jeans and a blue shirt. I pull my hair back in a bun. I apply eyeliner and grab my keys. I had no idea where I was gonna go. I grabbed my purse and hop into my Lamborghini. A note is slipped under the windshield wipers. I read it. It's a song Louis wrote for me. I put it in my purse. I sit in my car, starting the engine. I pull out of the driveway, not knowing where to go, but sure I would never return home.

I stopped at a seven 11 around noon. I was somewhere in downtown Manchester. All though it was only an hour and half drive there was major traffic and I was hopelessly lost. I had called Kay around nine asking if I could stay at her lake house on Lake Windermere. She had said yes and she would drive up and met me there later that day. So I had time to explore. I parked my blue Lamborghini on the 4th level of a parking garage and walked down the stairs. Seeing a sixteen year old girl downtown on a Sunday during midday would look regular, if she wasn't crying every two seconds like she was lost. I found a park and curled up on a bench and started to cry.

"I can't do this..." I cried. "I just can't do this!" I whispered. I was depressed. Suicidal? No. But I needed help. My phone rings. It was Zayn.

Me-Hey

Zayn- Hey where are you?

Me- Somewhere in Manchester

Zayn- What are you doing there?

Me- I don't know...

Zayn- Listen, are you okay?

Me- Yeah

Zayn- Good I got a call from your father wondering where you were.

Me- Why didn't he call me?

Zayn- He said he kept getting voicemail.

Me- Well my phone was dead earlier. Why didn't he call Louis?

Zayn- He did too... But Louis didn't respond.

Me- He must've thought it was me.

Zayn- But we have another problem with Louis

Me- What? Oh gosh is he okay? (I started hyperventilating.)