A Lost Hope (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter 5- Ghost Of You

You're gone, gone, gone away 

I watched you disappear 

All that's left is the ghost of you. 

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, 

There's nothing we can do 

Just let me go we'll meet again soon 

Now wait, wait, wait for me 

Please hang around 

I'll see you when I fall asleep

-Little Talks by Monster and Men

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We pull up in front of the club, the loud music clearly loud enough to hear outside the vine-covered walls. The pink neon sign above the door reads, "Sky Life" in fancy cursive and a bouncer waits outside with a checklist, allowing people in and rejecting others. Louis opens my car door, as my dress flutters slightly in the wind. He smirks as I try to keep it from rising up to high. I was still puzzled why Louis had brought me here. He used to say that clubs were "places full of idiotic people trying to either drown their sorrows in booze or people who wanna get some." He also claimed that they were demeaning to our current age range and made us seem like uneducated messed-up people. Now here we were, him practically dragging me into the smoke-filled room. I coughed as the bitter stench of alcohol filled my nose and I grimaced. I would never think about drinking after my uncle had died by getting hit by a drunk driver.

"I'll go get us some drinks," Louis mumbled, clearly seeing my disappointed in his choice of place.

"I don't- ," I started but Louis was already disappearing into the mass of bodies. I decided to sit down in a booth near the corner, trying to hide myself from all the disgusting stares from other men. To my left, on a couch, two people were full-force making out and I gaged and covered my eyes as the started to do it. After fifty minutes of drumming fingers on the table, waiting for Louis to arrive, I decided that it would probably be best if I want to look for him. Unfortunately, the only way to the bar, was through the most-feared and uncivilized place, The Dance Floor.

As I tried to squeeze between sweaty bodies dressed in too little clothing, I felt too many hands, trying to grasp me, but already unaware of their senses, would simply fall on their face. Just as I was reaching the end, one man did attempt to grab my waist and bring me into a rough embrace.

"Hello gorgeous," he slurred, smirking at me. He had spiked blonde hair with brown eyes, and a slight goatee. He squeezed my sides as his other hand starting trailing all over me.

"Stop it," I hissed, smacking his hand away. He didn't look too excited about my reaction as his grip only tightened and his hand touched my bum.

"Stop it now!" I yelled, punching his cheek leaving him stumbling back. I quickly slipped out of his grasp and excited the dance floor, my eyes searching for a familiar face. Luckily I found Louis within seconds, about twenty empty bottles next to him as he soliloquized with himself.

"Louis c'mon on!" I yelled, pulling his arm, glancing over my shoulder to see the angry man storming towards me.

Unfortunately, Louis glanced at me, a look of confusion on his face, before yelling, "Who are you?"

"It's Dawn. Dawn Bouquet. YOU brought me here tonight!" I yelled frantically, waving my hands around in the air, my hand hitting his face. That seemed to snap him out of his trance.

"What do you want, Bouquet?" he sneered. His eyes were dark, no longer the clear ocean blue. Although he remembered me, it seemed he was still in drunk Louis mode, which I had never experienced. It was then I realized this wasn't Louis Tomlinson. This was just a sheer image of what he once was. All that's left was a ghost of him. I shook my head in pure disgust.

"Louis, you got to help me!" I pleaded as the drunken guy stumbled next to me. I say a glimpse of blue return to his eyes. He stood up and gripped my wrist.

"Hey! Let go of her! I saw her first!" The blonde guy hissed, attempting (and failing) to yank me into his grasp.

"Sorry mate, she's mine," Louis said, stepping in front of me as I hid behind him.

"No, she ain't," the other man raged raising his hand to hit Louis. I yelped as I heard a smack. I expected Louis to stumble back into me, but instead found the other guy falling over.

"You punched him?" I asked as Louis glanced at me over his shoulder.

"You are my date aren't you? I'm not going to let some slime bag get my girl," he responded before turning back to the man rising to him feet. Louis hit him again, grapping my wrist and dragging me through the club and out the door. He stood outside, and I saw Louis swaying beside me.

"I'll drive," I shrugged, grapping the keys out of his hand. He gave me an uncertain look. I smiled reassuringly and slides into the passenger seat of his car. I hopped into the other side and slide the key into the ignition.

We drove in silence, before I realized I was driving to my apartment. There was no way I was going to let a drunken Louis drive to his hotel.

"Where are you staying," I mumbled to see Louis drumming his fingers on the car door. He glanced up, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I-I don't remember," he stuttered, his cheeks flushing.

"You can stay at my apartment," I said nonchalantly. Louis looked at me in horror. "I have a couch that pulls out into a bed."

"Oh, well I-," Louis hesitated.

"Hey, it's gotta be better than sleeping on the streets." I smirked.

Louis nodded and mumbled an, "okay."

As we pulled up in front of the sky rise, I groaned to see my car no longer there, probably had been towed away. I thought about parking in the fire lane so Louis would get in trouble, as pay back for getting completely wasted, but decided against it, pulling into the parking garage.

Louis and I arrived outside my door, as I fumbled with key, Louis practically sleeping standing up. I finally unlocked the door and dragged Louis inside. I pushed him onto the couch.

"I'll be back," I mumbled racing to my room, locking the door, before throwing on my flannel pajamas and grabbing a duvet and blankets. I came out to see Louis leaning against a wall, admiring pictures of my family on an end table.

I walked over to the couch and pulled out the bed, dumping the duvet onto it. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, the cool liquid sliding down my throat. I heard a crash in the living room and raced in to see Louis standing in his boxers looking at a broken picture.

"Sorry," he said picking it up and handing it to me. I tried to glance away from his toned six-pack and he smirked when he saw me starring. "Like what you see?" he asked.

"You know I can kick you out. This is my apartment," I growled. He laughed before lying down on the bed, pulling a blanket over him like a little kid.

"Thanks Dawn. For everything," he yawned slipping out of consciousness.

"Welcome," I murmured leaving the room, before hearing a faint, "I love you." I stopped and glanced over my shoulder to see Louis snoring. I proceed to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. I glanced at the picture in my hand as a tear raced down my cheek. It was a picture of Louis and I's first kiss.

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Holy crap that was long! Sorry for taking so long to update. I had massive writers block and just got an idea a few days ago and finally finished this part. I hope you guys like it!

Also, everyone in Boston stay safe. I'm praying for you guys.

-E.xx