Girl Next Door (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty One

I wandered around for a while until I came upon a garden overflowing with half naked women and flowers. I sat on a stone bench and pulled out my phone. I pressed the notes button and write down what I felt... Rhymes echoing in my head and the words flowed like a river out of me.

Let Go

Here we are once again

With me two steps ahead of you

And this time I'm not waiting up.

We never seem to see eye to eye

And we get back together every time. I've had enough of all of this

And reasoning makes me wanna quit And I think I should let you know...

As sit here on the floor, hot tears won't longer sting my eyes anymore. Fool me once shame on you fool me shame on me

Tonight I'm letting go saying goodbye. No longer screaming in my mind! It's the hardest part of all of this and makes me glad to say I quit. Never really felt any of this and you need to know. The hardest part is letting go. Oh oh oh whoa. Oh oh oh whoa. Just let go.

Now as I think, I regret, even though I did what's best. And while flashbacks start in my head and my eyes are puffy and red never once will I come crawling back. I don't feel guilty for what I did, and please don't give me too much of it. And I've already told you several times

as sit here on the floor, hot tears won't longer sting my eyes anymore. Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me

Tonight I'm letting go saying goodbye. No longer screaming in my mind! It's the hardest part of all of this and makes me glad to say I quit. Never really felt any of this and u need to know. The hardest part is letting go. Oh oh oh whoa. Oh oh oh whoa. Just let go.

It's like sky diving, bungee jumping, free falling! When you take the time to think it doesn't help. And when you look them in the eye and whisper oh so softly. Just let go

Tonight I'm letting go saying goodbye. No longer screaming in my mind! It's the hardest part of all of this and makes me glad to say I quit. Never really felt any of this and you need to know. The hardest part is letting go. Oh oh oh whoa. Oh oh oh whoa. Just let go.

This is our last! No longer endless aching hearts. It was the hardest part of all of this and makes me glad to say I quit. I know you never felt for any of this and now you know. The hardest part is letting go. Oh oh oh whoa. Oh oh oh whoa. Just let go. Ohohoh just let go.

(That was an original so please let me know what you thought of the song in the comments)

That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and see Zayn. I stumble into his chest as tears burn in my eyes.

"You 'ight?" he whispers rubbing circles into my back. I shake my head, my hair falling into my eyes. He gently pushes my chin up with his fingers and brushes his lips across my forehead. My hands instantly wrap around him as I hold him closer.

"Louis wanted me to give you this," Zayn half-heartily smiles, pulling away. I grab the carefully sealed envelope and rip it up with my nail.

"Erica, I'm sorry. I love you more than anything in the world. Just let me explain. Give me a chance tonight at eight on the Eiffel tower. Please."

I hesitate as a hot tear streams down my blotchy face.

"No," I whisper.

Louis's POV

My pen scribbles across the paper as I try to spill all my emotion out.

Erica,

I'm sorry. Everything keeps going wrong. Nothing seems right anymore. I want your heart so bad but I get so nervous around you that I keep slipping. I need you like peanut butter needs jelly, like feet need socks, like Niall needs his food. I want your-

"Like feet need socks? "questions Zayn reading over my shoulder.

"Why, you don't like it?" I ask spinning around in my chair facing the boy.

"Oh, it may not be the most romantic metaphor," he grins sheepishly.

"It's my sixth letter I've tried writing," I sigh running a hand through my messy hair.

"Here just keep it short and simple," he smirks.

"But what do I say?" I ask as I stare blankly at the new sheet of paper.

"Say 'Erica, I'm sorry. I love you more than anything in the world'," he starts as I frantically scribble it down. "Tell her you'll meet her somewhere later," he suggests.

"The Eiffel Tower! We were supposed to go there tonight anyway," I yell scribbling that down, shoving the letter into an envelope.

"I can deliver the letter to her if you want," Zayn offers. I nod graciously. He takes the note and darts out the door. I frantically grab the phone. I had to fix everything.

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(A/N): How is everyone doing today? I'm so tired yet here is an update. Shorter than I wanted it to be but next one will be long. The song that Erica writes on the bench is an original called Let Go. I hope you guys liked it and comment below if you enjoyed it.

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