You Make Me Wanna Die (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

"I don't believe you"

Hey my lovelies! Sorry this chapter is quite short! It's only 446 (including this authors note passage) words but It's an okay chapter I hope!

As I said earlier, there is a sequel in progress. I hope you enjoy chapter 30 of 'You Make Me Wanna Die' Hope you'll read the sequel.

'Heaven Knows'

Part 1 is out!

Enjoy guys! <3 x

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"Where you going?" Niall asked as he dropped me off.

"Eleanors she said she wanted to talk to me" I shrugged then he shrugged. After saying bye he drove away and I ran up to Eleanors door, so very curious as to what she was wanting to tell me so urgently.

"Hey El!" I walked into her house and saw Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie talking. The were huddled around the coffee table in the centre of Eleanor's living room.

"Hey...Mila" Eleanor sounded sympathetic. Sympathetic to what though?! I'm perfectly fine.

"So you guys friends?" I asked, kind of curious.

"Yeah" Perrie nodded.

"Okay..."

"Have you seen Louis recently?" Danielle asked looking curious and sad.

What's wrong with Louis!?

Is he okay!?

"No...is he okay?" I asked.

"Yeah yeah but have you seen him with any other girls?" Danielle said. Is she implying something.

"No..why?" I leaned back on the couch I sat myself on.

"We saw him with a girl leaving a bar at 6" Perrie bowed her head. I was alarmed.

Louis wouldn't do that to me again would he!?

No!

"I gotta go" I stood up and bolted out the door.

I ran down the roads, for about an hour, panting, never stopping, no matter how many people shouted.

The adrenaline pumped through me.

This can't be real. He wouldn't of done this to me again! Right!?

I stopped to take a breath, I began to drip with sweat and my mouth came dry.

"Come on, Mila" I whispered as motivation to myself. I ran faster than ever before I sprinted past fans and paps not giving a damn.

This was going to end up on every magazine and TV news and gossip channel in England anyway.

I burst through the door, panting heavily. I dropped my bag at the door and ran around the house, not one of the boys to be seen except Niall.

"Niall! Where's Louis?" I asked, looking around the room frantically.

"Upstairs, I think. Why? What's wrong?" Niall asked.

"Nothing. Where are the other boys?" I asked another question.

"Pub I think" Niall didn't break his eyes from the TV screen.

I ran up the stairs, tripping on my way. I looked at my bleeding knee as I noticed I kneeled on a pin. Who put that little fucker there?

My yellow shorts got a drip of crimson red blood but I didn't care.

I got to his door.

I ran in and stumbled at what I saw.

No.

"Louis!?"