Capture this...(Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Chapter 21: Capture the thoughts

*Louis' POV*

I finally calmed myself down. 

Don't forget about Angel.. I repeated over and over in my head. I quietly walked downstairs to see her curled up in a ball on the couch, a blanket chucked off her, and her phone pressed to her ear. Her eyes were closed, and her steady breathing filled the room. I noticed some tear streaks running down her beautiful cheeks, and had to restrain myself from wiping them away. It hurt me so bad to know I had been the reason behind them. Her beauty radiated off of her, and it took every bit of my strength to turn away. I had left my phone upstairs to charge and walked into the kitchen. I noticed Angel had thrown out her bacon.

.... Oh shit, was all I could think. Angel never.... ever..... ever......ever....ever.... ever in a bajillion years would throw out her bacon. Bacon is her life, its her drug, its her everything. And the fact she threw it out........ 

I ran my hand through my hair, on the verge of tears. She means so much to me. I had done everything I could to keep her, and now I have her... I think? And I'm just about to let her slip out of my fingers.....

A simple buzzing sound came from upstairs, and I hurried to answer it. Niall.

I answered, "Hey Niall."

"Louis, what the fuck did you post on twitter? Do you know how much you scared Angel?!" Niall yelled angerly into the phone. His voice strained with sadness and frustration.

"I know, I'm sorry. You know how I get with mobs, and fans and.... I just wasn't thinking straight. I'm going to fix it with Angel, I promise," I had to whisper the last part, as my throat swelled and I felt my heart being squeezed at the thought of losing her. I closed my eyes tight to keep the tears from escaping. I could almost imagine Niall crying on  the other end.

"Good. She deserves it. And the fans deserve an apology," he said sternly. I nodded, and choked, "Alright."

"Good. Now stop acting like a cunt and go fix Angel dinner. The boys and I will call you and the girls will be checking up on her."

"Alright," I repeated.

"Bye mate," Niall stated, and hung up. I stared at my phone for a long time after the call had ended. Then I broke out into a chuckle about Niall's command to make Angel food. The bitch eats more then him.

*Angel's POV*

*Dream*

"Louis? Is that you?" I called out to the figure standing in the waves. It was just an outline of someone, no face or body stance. I tentively inched toward the water. As the waves washed toward me, I heard the screams and cries that sounded like little children telling me to be careful. I looked around the abandoned beach, trying to find the source of the screams. A wave touched my toes, and felt like little hands were grabbing them. I realized the screams were coming from the water. I could see faces of little children in the water, disorted and blue, painting the surface of it. The figure turned, but it wasn't Louis. It was Niall, holding his extended hand toward me.

"I'll help you Angel, just walk into the water," Niall said, almost as if he was enchanting me.

"But the little children!" I called back, looking down into the water.

"Come Angel, I'll save you..." He called. I shook my head.

"No!" I said. I felt like the children wanted to pull me under, and that Niall was trying to trick me.

"No! I'm staying here, you come here!" I told him.

"Angel.... come with me...." he whispered, I hesistated. His voice was magical, almost as if he was using a spell on me. I felt my bare feet sink in the wet sand as I made my way toward the water. The waves crashed around my ankles, and the hands grabbed them, pulling me more and more into the sand.

"Angel....." Niall said, watching as I sank deeper into the sand with every step.

"Angel...." his extended hand reached toward me, but I couldn't reach. I screamed and screamed as the sand collasped onto my throat. Niall just stared at me dying, not a trace of emotion sketched on his face. I screamed one last time before the sand blurred everything....

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jolting up from the couch and falling onto the floor.

Louis ran into the room, kneeling by my side.

"Ow...." I moaned, rolling onto my back and rubbing the right side of my head that had hit the floor.

"Angel! What the hell! Are you ok?" Louis stared at my head worriedly. I sighed, taking deep breaths, trying to recover from my dream. Or nightmare? I wasn't sure. It was a mix of the two. More nightmare ish though due to the fact I fucking died.  

"Just... a dream," I mumbled, rubbing the throbbing pain in my head. Louis picked me up and placed me back onto the couch, and strode into the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack and handed it to me. I thanked him and placed it on the pain, instantly feeling relief. I sat up and patted the place where my head was, telling Lou to sit down. He did so, and I laid back, placing my head on his lap. I was scared he would be mad, but I wanted to try and make him happy again, and forget the scene that happened earlier.

He played with my hair a little, then asked tentively, "Do you want to talk about it babe?"

It took me a sec to think about it, and he studied my face carefully, reading my expression.

"I'll take that as a no?" he traced the frown that had bulit up on my lips. I pressed my face into his palm, still holding the ice pack to my head.

"Here, lemme see," Louis carefully took it off, and examined my injury.

"It won't be too bad, maybe a bruise," he whispered, them kissed my temple, and kissed his way down the side of my face til they finally reached my lips. They lingered there for a second, barely touching, just lightly brushing against each other.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. I just pressed my lips to his, not caring if i answered him or not. I loved him. I couldn't let him go.... no matter how much I wondered why he wasn't in my dream and Niall was....