Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"SCARLET!?!"
Shit.
Previously
--Louis' POV--
It's been a living hell the past few months. I've tried to drink the feelings away. It helps... Shortly..
El and I called it quits a while back. I was to drunk to even realize it though until the next day when it was all over the news.
The others were able to hold it together a lot better than me. Zayn is now with Perrie who he cheated on her with. I still barely talk to him to this day. If she was still alive and with us, she would be so hurt, but put on that emotionless mask of hers that hides her hurt, anger, frustrations, and sadness..
God, I miss her.
I think that Hazza and I are the only ones that greatly do. The others miss her too, but they have moved on and given up to quickly..
My physical wounds healed nicely atleast. We had to make up some story of me getting robbed or some shit and have that be the reason I was shot to the paps. They don't want the paparazzi to find out what actually happend..
But I will avenge her.
I will.
I fall asleep with this thought on replay.
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I wake up feeling someone poking me, and the effects of a hangover again. I look around groggily, about to get up smack the person poking me, and go to the medicine cabinet to kill the pain, only to realize I'm not in my room.
When did I get on a plane?
"Liam, when the fuck did I get on a plane?" I ask irritably.
"Few hours ago. You refused to get up, so Paul carried you." He shrugged, not at all phased by my attitude.
"Well why are we on a damn plane?" I question.
He quickly says ,"I though it would be nice to do something instead of just sitting at home in London. Besides, our break is almost over, and we need to get you out of that slump!"
"So where are we going?" My tone sharp and not nearly as excited as him.
"To see the tulips, in a Dutch culture town." He explains breifly, not looking me in the eye. Tulips..
Oh no...
Please don't tell me we are going to her home town...
With a small smile on his face he said, "That we are, my friend, that we are."
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I was literally forced out the plane and into the car to be driven there. All the lads are here. Harry, like me, is glaring at Liam.
He has no right to force us here.
I can see though, when he thinks I'm not looking, this town and reminder of her hurts him too. He has an involuntary frown on his face when we past the store we first saw her in.
FLASHBACK
"How 'bout her? The one with the full trolley?" Whispers Liam, pointing to a lady in her mid thirties with frizzy brunette hair sticking in all directions.
"No, she might use one of the things in her trolley to whack us." I say, shaking my head.
"What about her, that elderly there?" Niall asked, pointing to a grumpy
looking old lady in the line. She looked like the typical old person. Wrinkle face, white hair, red lipstick, and a walker.
"Niall, do you really want a second Daboski, except this one living with us?" I whisper yell.
"Oh. Well, no."
I notice Haz staring at a skinny blonde girl with a bunch of cleavage revealed. She was really not even wearing anything, and she had makeup caked all over her face.
"What about-"
"No Harold." I state rolling my eyes.
Just then I see a girl with glass blue eyes and curly black hair walking in. She had a grey hoodie on that said something about panicking and discos, skinny jeans that fit just right and converse' on. She was gorgeous.
I nudge the lads and point in her direction. She is now screaming and dancing about some sale she found. 'That's adorable.' I think silently.
They all look at each other and nod in agreement.
"Okay guys, don't make a scene. I'll be out in the car with Zayn. Good luck Liam." I say smirking, then speed walk out.
About 10 minutes later, they are bringing the unconscious girl back to the car, and we are driving off.
END OF FLASHBACK
Little did I know that girl was so contagious... And now I know for sure there is no cure.. (AN: if you can tell me what song those lyrics are from without googling it I will love you for ever)
I couldn't save her....
"We're here!" Liam attempts to say enthusiastically.
Whoop dee do....
We get out and start walking around 'tulip city' as she called it. She used to talk about this place a lot.
I'm not really paying attention to anyone around me. I don't even care if we get recognized. I just want to leave...
I suddenly bump into someone. I feel the need to look down to glare at whoever this person was to bump into me when I am clearly deep in thought. I decide to look down at the girl fumbling for words, when I freeze. She mutters an apology of some sort when she sees me. Then she freezes aswell.
The name I haven't been able to say or think about since I thought I lost her involuntarily slips from my mouth in a surprised scream, probably drawling a lot of attention. But I don't care. All I care about is the gorgeous girl in front of me.
"SCARLET?!?"
Before I can mumble another words and embrace her, she turns around and runs away. In the blink of an eye, she's gone...
AN: ummm... Haha... Hi guys. I'm so sorry. I originally came on here to say that I was going to delete this fanfic cuz I hate it (which I really do)
But then... I saw how many reads and votes I have... And lemme just say... Woah... Was not expecting to get over 700 reads and over 30 votes...,
So, since I'm getting good feedback, I guess you guys don't hate the story like I do.
I'll keep it going. Mwahaha. I'll try to update a lot to make up for my lack of updating ;)
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