Revenge Of A Liar - Season 2

Episode Two - Chapter 7: Reality Killed the Pop Star

Louis' POV

You're going to go to jail now Louis! Good job mate! Might as well just take the fall for everything else that happened now! You killed one person, might as well take the blame for them all! Yes. I was screwed. I was a liar, cheater, a drunk driver and now a murderer, possibly taking the blame for more than what I had actually done. "Louis! I don't want to go to jail!" Zayn said in a freakishly thick accent. "Zayn, would you just calm down! You did nothing wrong!" I said staring at the blood of the girl splattered on the tar and on my back bumper. My hands were all over my face as I wondered what I should do and who I should call...if not, nothing at all. I looked over at Zayn, who was also staring at the scene of the crime in as much shock as I was. Looking up at me, he nodded. "I won't tell if you won't?" I swallowed hard, it sounded like the easier option at this point in time, but we weren't exactly the only one's who knew about it, and it could blow up after a build up in the future, thanks to our wonderful 'A', keeping us in check and on our toes. As the temptation stung my tongue for the word 'Yes' to roll out, I managed to to pick up my phone and diall those dreaded three digits no one wants to ever have to call...911. "Hi, this is Louis Tomlinson and I've just run a girl over."

The cuffs slipped around my wrists, whilst lights flashed blinding my vision. All the quotes about light being good and inspiring were all wrong. I wanted darkness. The combination of red and blue lights from the cop cars really didn't make an exquisite lighting display. To top it off, somehow the papparazzi had found out about this little ordeal and rushed to the scene to add to my disco of flashing lights. I kept my head down. Not so much in shame, but in shock. After everything that had happened for the lads and I over the past year, I was still managed to be shocked by what was thrown down my path, and it only kept me waiting for what was going to be thrown at me next...in jail. After an examination of the scene, I was pushed inside the cop car by a familiar old man. "I knew I'd have you lads get what you deserve! You deserve to pay for what you've done, and you're just the start of it Mr Tomlinson!" Frank. Frank from Josh's funeral. Frank from the fire at the studio. Frank from when we went to jail...well...unfortunately, the last time. I sighed, not wanting to snap a word back at him, giving him what he really wanted - more against me. I held back my tongue as I looked out the window at Zayn who was leaning against my car and staring back at me, helpless, as I drove away in Frank's police vehicle.

It had been hours since I had checked into a tiny cement box of a cell, and locked away as an inmate. They refrained questioning for a few days whilst they built up my case, an ever long list ever since Josh's death, in order to prove that I was somehow a danger to the community. My mind was running over a lot in the darkness of my cell...from Josh, to Eleanor, to Cher, to poor Taylah, to the tour I was meant to be going on with the lads in two days, to the fans and to the girl I had met in the club and most likely killed. Elle. Her name was Elle. My eyes began to water. She was somebody's daughter, somebody's friend, maybe even somebody's sister or girlfriend, and with just one stupid mistake, I have taken her away from them all. I couldn't let this get to me any longer; I predicted the time to be around 4:30am - the lights were out and I sensed most of the other inmates asleep. I tried to close my watered eyes, hoping that when I woke up it might have only been a nightmare and I was back in my own soft and comfortable bed. I started drifting into a doze when I heard a whisper. "Louis?" I opened my eyes to find the familiar beautiful blonde girl standing over my bed. "ELLE!?!" I just about shouted as I jumped up from my bed. "Shhh...." She said, ushering me to get back down into my bed. She looked perfectly fine, not a scratch on her skin. I couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten in here and where all the blood, I had seen with my very own eyes, had come from at the scene of where I supposedly knocked her down. "How did you get...Did I even...What are you doing..." All the questions just raced their way out of my mouth, wanting to be the first to be answered. "Shhhh..." She said as the hall lights outside were turned on. I heard one of the gaurds walking down, checking every cell, after my commotion of seeing Elle. I stood up to look through the square of small bars, that only fit my eyes to see if he was headed my way. Getting Elle caught was the last thing I wanted. I could see the gaurd peering into every cell. I panicked and turned around to Elle, only to find she wasn't there. No one was there. Just me, alone, in my dark, cold, empty cell. That was when it started - my questioning of reality. I was beginning to question what was actually real and what wasn't. The events in my life had become so dramatic, that I couldn't tell if they had really happened or not. Whether it be the alcohol or lack of sleep, 'A' had driven me to my ultimate level of insanity - or did I drive myself?

I managed to settle back into my bed, hopefully I'd really meet Elle again in my dreams someday. The gaurd peeped his head into my cell and I stared into his big eyes of awareness. He looked pretty rough around the edges, but his eyes gave away a different message - they were big and aware, but they sort of said he was just a big softie. I smiled to myself, imagining him to be this giant rough looking teddy bear. He walked back out of the block and turned the lights back off. I settled in, facing the white wall on my left. I then felt a hand on my shoulder. "Elle?" I turned around. "Is that really you?" "Shhh" Was all she could say yet again. She sat down on the bed and rubbed her hand against mine. "Elle, I'm so sorry about what happened! Are you alright love?" She smiled that lovely smile I had seen when I first met her in the club. She was really pretty, and her eyes glowed. "A-are you an angel?" I said in the most ridiculous manner ever. All she did was stare into my eyes.

Before I knew it I heard gates slamming open, and gaurds yelling sternly for everyone to get up for breakfast. I had fallen asleep last night with someone beside my bed, I was sure of it. I looked around the tiny cell in search of any slight evidence as a sign to show that I wasn't dreaming, but all in all, the only thing I found, was the reality of the nightmare that I was actually sitting in.