Already Gone : Part One

Chapter 5

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Okay, forgive me for not updating in forever, but... I've had like, no ideas come up. And, I've had other stories. I'm so sorry D: Forgive me? Here's a new chapter.. c:

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Chapter 5 - Old Friends

I storm out of Applebee's, tears steaming my cheeks. My hands were clutched into fists and my heart was racing. My mom yells out my name and I turn back, taking in deep breaths.

"Where are you going?" She asks, a few feet away from me.

"I'm just gonna walk home. I need to get things out, and I would like it if I could do it alone." I tell her. She hesitates, but then nods. I turn and start walking down the street, my hands still in fists. I really needed to punch something, and if I knew where that reporter was, I would certainly knock some sense into her.

Halfway home, my fists loosen up and the anger is out. I start singing the chorus to one of my songs.

"Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city and all your ever gonna be is mean. Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all your ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?" I chant proudly. I skip down the sidewalk, smiling at myself. I loved that song, considering it always cheers me up when I'm down.

I wasn't afraid of getting mobbed by fans at the moment, considering I know everyone here in Nashville. It was so nice to just walk around and be myself.

I skip down the tiny sidewalk, jumping into puddles, still chanting my famous songs. I twirl and giggle at myself when I would bump into someone. I was always a kid at heart.

I guess all of my anger has come out.

I twirl once more, but I look up to see Louis Tomlinson walking along the sidewalk across the street. He looks up and notices me dancing around like a little kid. I see him grin and he stops to look both ways, before running across the street and jogging up to me.

"Taylor!" He gives me a tight squeeze. "How are you?"

"Well, I saw a lady on tv talking about me and Harry and she said I was dating Conor. She put a picture up of us two and said I had moved on while Harry was left alone." I say, slowly getting louder. "Me and Conor dated back in October!" I yelled. So much for my anger bring gone.

I'm pretty sure I'm bipolar now.

"Whoa, Taylor, calm down." Louis says, pulling me into a hug. I lightly hug him back and bite my lip. I rest my chin on his shoulder and close my eyes, only to open them once more.

"Look! It's Taylor Swift and Louis Tomlinson!" I hear a girl yell. I immediately pull away from Louis and we give each other a terrified look.

I feel someone push me and slap my face. I wince in pain and Louis pulls us away from the girls. Tears are coming down my cheek once again while me and Louis run from the abusive teenagers and paparazzi who have appeared from no where.

We run for about 3 minutes and finally lose the group of girls, which had grown over the time. We stop a the entrance of a library and I look inside.

"Inside here?" Louis pants. I nod, taking my hands off my knees. I pant silently as we sit down at the chairs where people were reading and on laptops. I turn sideways in my chair and close my eyes. I wish I had stayed with my mom.

~Louis' POV~

I put my hood over my head to make sure no one notices me. I look over at Taylor, who was sound asleep in the chair across from me.

She looked beautiful. Stop it, Louis! You have a girlfriend! I couldn't help it. She looked flawless. I shook her awake and she jumped. I smiled at her. She was so cute.

"Louis, did I fall asleep?" She ask me, making sure no one noticed her.

"Erm, yeah..." I say, chuckling. She smiled and giggled a bit.

"You think they stopped looking for us?" Taylor says, standing.

"I think so." I say, walking over to the door. I see no one walking by, so I motion Taylor over. We walk swiftly down the sidewalk and hide our faces when we pass teen girls. I wouldn't want to risk Taylor getting hurt once more.

We finally arrive at the hotel me and the boys were staying at and walk quickly to the elevator. When we reach our floor, I notice I had put my arm around Taylor's waist. Taylor doesn't seem to care much, though. She just walks fearlessly beside me to our room.

We reach the room and I unlock the door with my key. I open it and let Taylor in first. She stands beside the door as I walk in and kick off my Vans. She slide her flats off and we head to the couch.

"Would you like some ice for your cheek?" I ask, softly touching her bruise. She winces a bit and I quickly remove my hand.

"Please." She says sweetly. I smile at her and make my way into the kitchen. I stop in my tracks once I notice Harry in the kitchen eating ice cream with a shirt and his boxers on. He looks up at me and I can tell he'd been crying.

"Louis?" He says quietly.

"Hey, Harry." I give him a pat on the shoulder and grab a plastic bag and fill it with ice.

"Was that her?" He says, trying to keep his voice low. I nod and he puts his container of ice cream on the counter. "Why do you have a bag of ice?"

"Um.." I look down and take a deep breath. "Well, some girls saw us together and one slapped Tay-" I couldn't finish saying her name before Harry runs into the other room.

"Harry!" I hear her say. I walk in with the bag of ice and see Harry hugging Taylor. I bite down on my bottom lip and stand there awkwardly.

He pulls away from her and looks at her bruise. "Why did they do this to you?" He lightly touches it and she yelps in pain. He kisses her cheek and she gives a weak smile. I feel a tiny bit of jealously rush over me.

Why was I jealous? I think to myself. Do I have a crush on Taylor Swift?