Life Swap *Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction* ON HOLD

Chapter 14

This part of the story wasn't even planned but I have so many ideas for it. That means this story is going to be longer than planned. YAY!

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Well to my 4 readers here is chapter 14. :)

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**Kayla's POV**

I was in my room balling my eyes out. My best friend Mark died in a car accident. My last words to him were 'I love You' in a friendly way of course. At least it was good last words. I haven't left my room since I got the news. I haven't got out of bed. I just lie there crying or just lying silently looking at the poster he got me.

It was a poster of him and I when we went to Paris. It was for my 16th. His parents and him put the money together to put him and I on a plane to Paris. I've always dreamed about going to Paris. It's my favourite place. We were at the Eiffel Tower, it's my favourite memory.

~Flashback~

"Marky Boo! We need to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower!" I was smiling broadly, I can't wait.

"Kayla-Wayla! We need to get a picture taken first!" He smiled at me and I nodded. We lined up to get our picture taken and we just made fun of it. When it was our turn we stood next to eachoher and when the photographer took the picture he kissed my cheek and I did a pout face.

We laughed and then I dragged him to the top of the tower. We just stood there breathless, the view was amzing. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed me a little bit and pulled me back.

"I saved your life, you should be eternially grateful." I laughed.

"You could of killed me, what would happen if I slipped out of your grasp. Then realisation flashed across his face.

"Oh crap, I AM SO SORRY! If that was to happen I would jump after you."

"Your an idiot." Then I playfully hit his arm.

I decided I would have to get out of bed some time in the next 10 seconds. Today was Mark's funeral. I didn't know who to talk to, I had to let it out. I decided to call Liam. I picked up my phone. The lock screen was a picture of Mark and I at a playcenter. I heart ached. It rang three times before he answered.

"Hello Kayla." He sounded grim.

"What's happened?" I was knowing what was wrong with him. I will always put him before me, he was too kind to me the first day we met.

He sighed. "Harry and Charlotte was in a car accident and now they are in a coma." He understood how I felt.

"I know how you feel."

"How do you know how I feel?"

"Well my best friend Mark just died in a car accident. His funeral is today, could you please come with me?"

"Sure honey, what time?" I looked at the clock. I had to get ready, fast.

"Um, in an hour."

"Okay, I'll see you then." He hung up and I ran to my closet. I was wearing blue to his funeral. It was our deal. To eachothers funeral we would wear eachothers favourite colour. Then I saw the little blue dress he bought me. It still smelt like him. I AM wearing this.