Sociopath // Louis Tomlinson //

Sanity

News reporters were lined up on basically all of our doorsteps. Erica called and told me that they were blocking her drive way too. Everyone that went to the party were suspects, but the reporters had already made a biased conclusion that it was Louis who was the murderer. 

"Leanne, are you ready?" Sera yelled from downstairs.

I sat in front of my dresser as I stared at the reflection of myself. Why did this suck? Why did I chose to be friends with Louis? Although in my heart I knew why he was my best friend, my head always shoved the memories away. I sighed and stood up. I have to face the rest of the school sometime.

"I'm coming," I yelled as I ran down the stairs with my bag on my shoulder.

"I'll be driving you girls today, too many reporters for you to ride the bus," my dad announced from the table.

"Dad," I hugged him.

I knew this was taking a big toll on him. He was stressed at work but now also at home. Louis' arrival was a huge strain on him, he was constantly worried about my mental health more than ever now.

As we stepped out, dozens of cameras and microphones were shoved in front of my face, as questions were yelled at me. Questions about who I thought was the killer or if I saw Louis last night. They asked me if I thought Louis was guilty or if I was rekindling our friendship. I walked past them with my head down like I had been taught to do since the last time a murder had turned our town upside down. 

My dad sped down the street to get away from the media, as I simply looked out the window. This was going to be harder now because I'd have to not only face the rest of our school but also Louis. What could I say to him? When he asked me to believe that he was innocent, I really wanted to. But I knew what was holding me back. I knew that if I believed him, I would fall for him again. I was just not ready for my heart to go through all the chaos that came with Louis. I just finished fixing it up, I was not ready for it to be shattered yet again.

"Leanne!" Harry yelled as Sera and I walked through the doors. 

"Harry!" I smiled and gave him a hug. 

I could always count on Harry to be there for me. Sera groaned and pushed past us. She had been really irritated lately although I had no idea why. We never really talked since I began to go to see a psychiatrist 6 years ago.

"Aren't you the one that needs to be all bitchy right now?" Harry asked as he watched Sera leave.

"I don't know what happened to her," I shrugged as we walked down to my locker.

"I heard you were taking the senior option?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I leave right after lunch and head to the station," I said excitedly.

"You'll probably see Louis there then," he pointed out.

Suddenly all the excitement had been drained out of me. Ever since the senior option was offered my freshmen year, I always dreamed of being part time intern at the police station. Like my father I enjoyed being a detective, there was something about piecing together clues and putting together what really happened interested me. I applied to be an intern last year, and finally got in. I refused to let my dad put in a good word for me because I wanted this position on my own, not with the help of my father.

"You probably won't see him," Harry quickly retracted his previous statement.

"It's okay, I'm going to have to face him sooner or later," I sighed as I slammed the locker shut.

"What do you have first today?" he asked, changing the subject.

"It's a B day so I have TV productions first," I said.