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Together

-Spencer's POV-

The darkness was what you though I would be; dark.

Silent, and scary.

I would never see them again- one direction.

Aunt Sue, Grant , or even Jake.

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"Spencer. Listen to me." A voice said through my darkness.

That voice. It sounded so familiar.

Caring, protective , motherl-

"MOM!" I yelled back struggling to see her fair shadow appearing through the darkness.

"Sweetie. It's not your time to go, not now. Make us proud. Your brother risked his life to save you. Make him proud. Stop hurting yourself. Eat again, fight it. Your strong enough. Love again sweetheart. I love you with all my heart. Now is your time to see Louis again." She said her shadow vanishing, her voice slowly going away also.

I snapped my eyes open and I swam with all my might to the surface.

I breathed in a breath.

Oh sweet, sweet air.

I went down again, but this time I remembered how to swim.

For my mom.

I reached the ladder a few feet in front of me.

I gripped it on my death grip; and I brought myself to the surface.

"Spencer are you okay?" A worried looking Louis said rushing over to me.

"Now I am. But one thing you should know is that I can't swim." I replied climbing out an onto the hot dry cement.

Ruining the moment my stomach decided to make a dying monster type of sound.

Louis laughed and took my hand.

"I'm hungry." I complained again.

He picked me up bridal style and carried y back inside and into the kitchen.

He disappeared down the hall and came back with some sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a towel.

Louis placed them beside me and then went to make me food.

"Louis? Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I said out of the blue.

He looks up from his position of cooking eggs, and smiled a breath taking smile.

"Why no, I don't think you have Princess." He said flipping my omlet.

"I love you too much, that I'm suprized it's possible." I said getting off the counter and walking to Louis; hugging him from behind.

"I love you too, spencer." He said grabbing a plate and putting my omlet on it.

He picked my up and put me on one of the bar counter stools, placing the food infront of my also.

He sat beside me and pushed it forward.

"I'm going to eat it don't worry your pretty little head." I said rolling my eyes and taking a bite with my fork.

He watched me take my bite and chew it, swolling it.

I finished a little more than half and then put my fork down, done.

"I would eat more but I'll get sick if I do." I said ignoring his glare.

He nodded and placed his lips on mine.

Life is perfect.