Our Little Secret

Tall Gates and A Date

Kiara's POV:

I let my hair fall loose from my high pony tail, curls flung around my shoulder as i aimlessly pulled my phone out of my back pocket of my sweats. Checking the time that read 9:47. Not too late for a quick visit to the boy's flat... Right? Whatever.

I grab my tote bag before locking up the studio, and scurrying back home. Knowing Chelsea she's probably at home watching the latest celebrity gossip show, or stalking Zayn. I don't even know.

As i reach my flat i rush into the kitchen and remove her keys from the counter to her black BMW. I know, i know, i don't have my license yet. But hey, this is a major crisis.

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I pulled into their flat and i soon realize that a new security gate was installed. I let out a groan as i hold down the red button.

"Name Please" answered a robotic, monotone voice.

"Kiara." I sigh.

"Access Denied" its fucked up voice answers.

"What the living fuck." I shout.

I hold down the button again.

"Name Please." It repeats.

"KIARA!" i snap. Eager to see Louis.

"Access Denied."

"GODDAMNIT." i scream honking the horn to my car angrily.

I pull out my phone and search for the contact 'Leelee' and immediately press call.

"Kiara?" Liam's voice rang.

"Liam! Im Outside!"

"Wha- What?" He questions.

"I need to see Louis!" i pout.

"Sorry babe i cant let you in, im not allowed to."

"Wow!" i roll my eyes, running my hands through my hair way too many times.

The Line Dropped. He did not just hangup on me.

"Thats it!" i growl stepping out of the car.

"Were gunna do this the hard way"

I jumped onto the hood of my fence and wrapped my legs through it as i attempt to pull myself higher. I kick my leg over the top, now i just have to try to glide to the bottom. Just a friendly reminder im still wearing ballet shoes....

I squeeze my eyes closed as one of my feet slip. "Shit shit shit" i curse trying to keep a grip while i dangled from high ground. If i fall, ill break a minimum of two or three bones. Great just great. God damn the things i do for this boy!

My hands start to get sweaty i continue to hang on for my dear life.

Im done.

I give up.

Maybe if i bleed to death they will care. Hm. Probably not.

I let my body fall, dropping from the gate. Isn't this what i wanted? To die, harm myself? No, this is what i used to want. But now i have something to live for, and thats Louis Tomlinson. In a matter of seconds i feel the ground coming closer, 'Prepare for Pain' I shut my eyes tightly until two muscular arms swoop me from the air. I grip around his neck tightly, as if id let go, id fall again.

"What were you thinking?" he asks stroking his fingers through my curly hair.

"You dont know how much I've missed you." I whimper as Louis carries me into his flat and lays me down on a familiar velvet couch that my body sunk into.