Chemical X!

Chapter 1~Reality Ruined My Life

Louis' POV

The lights were bright, the band was blaring through the speakers, fans were screaming our names. It was a typical One Direction concert..although all of us were on edge. What had started off as what appeared to be a harmless tweet, quickly escalated to a life threatening situation . Someone by the name of Mr. X had promised all the lads were to die but me today. Normally, I wouldn't believe this kind of thing...but Mr. X had made some freaky predictions that came true. The security had been beefed up ten fold, but I felt no better than I had that morning when I was over the toilet from fear. Was I paranoid? Yes... I probably was... the concert would be fine... But something was still eating away at the back of my mind. The music for she's not afraid stared blasting trough the speakers... The fans were louder of course which made me smile. "One Two Three Flick!" We all shoued in unison as Harry started up

She sneaks out in the middle of the night, yeah 

Tight dress with the top cut low 

She's addicted to the feeling of letting go, oh-woah, letting go

I was about to start my solo when i froze up... Suddenly I couldn't breath as I watched Harry fall off the stage onto a sea of fans. "Harry!" I tried to shout but my voice wasent cooperating. His lifeless body disappeared into the crowd as Liam raced over towards me. I didn't realize what he was doing till rammed into me knocking be out of the way. Taking a bullet for me! Another gun shot and I watched as Zayn collapsed to the floor of the stage. I looked out into the crowd and Immediately... I saw her. Black hair, purple eyes... No more than 3 rows from the stage. Her eyes flickered over to me for a second, a look of regret wavering in them before she cocked her gun one last time and set her sights on Niall. "Niall! Get down!" I tried to shout but I couldn't speak, not even a squeak came out as the last of them fell... As did my heart. "No!!" I finally managed to scream as I watched the girl with the purple eyes. I collapsed to the ground In tears. When I looked up, all the fans had disappeared. All that was left was the girl with the purple eyes and the police force that had her restrained. "Louis! Wake up!" Paul shouted in my ear. I looked over at him feebly as he repeated himself "Wake up!" He slapped me and my hand flew to my cheek that was left with a painful tingling sensation. "Louis! Are you ok?" He asked. I don't know! You just slapped me! I wanted to blurt out but I couldn't. I blinked for a moment and suddenly Paul spit on me. "The heck was that for?" I stuttered... And that's when it hit me

I woke with a jolt. Harry and Liam were right in my face which was sopping wet for some reason. "Oh look! He's awake!" Harry said relived as they both backed away allowing me to sit up. I was on the couch in the living room of our hotel " You were having another one of your nightmares Lou! You really should see a doctor" Liam started, concerned as he sat down on the hotel coffee table. "I don't need a shrink...I'm just fine" I muttered not making eye contact with either of them. We had gone through this many times before. They would catch me talking in my sleep, then wake me by either slapping me or pouring water on my face. I still had tingles on my cheek and water droplets were dripping form my hair... I assumed that one of their attempts didn't work. Then Liam would tell me to see a doctor and I would refuse. Then he would pick up the phone and threaten to dial a shrink which he supposedly had on speed dial, but Harry would snatch the phone away and say that it was my life, if I wanted to see a psychiatrist then I would. Then Liam would storm out of the room agitated and depending on the time of day, Harry would either offer to make me something to eat, or pull out the football to get my mind off of things. "Louis Tomlinson! I'm very concerned about you! That's it! I'm calling Dr. Hopper!" Liam said picking up his phone. Right on cue Harry took it away "It's his life" Harry started but I cut him off "If he wanted to see a psychiatrist he would" I said mocking him and standing up. "Your hopeless Louis! I don't know why I try!" Liam said storming off upset. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Harry who looked slightly hurt by the fact that I mocked him. "Sorry Haz... It's just... The dreams... They've gotten more detailed!" I said scratching the back of my neck . "It's alright Lou... Want me to make you a waffle?" Harry asked standing up and walking towards our mini kitchen. It must of been around breakfast "Sure" I replied mindlessly even though I wasn't very hungry. For an entire year now, these nightmares had haunted my sleep. But they didn't start out this creepy. They started out just a blur, I couldn't make out any faces... There was no noise...only heart stopping silence. It was like a blurry black and white silent film. As the months went by, the nightmares became more realistic. I could make out faces... I could see the fans... I could hear the music... But it wasn't until now that I had seen the shooter. The black haired girl with the unnatural, unhuman purple eyes. I was terrifying myself just thinking about her. "Lou, your waffle is ready" Harry bellowed snapping me back to reality. I sat down at the small table barely noticing the presence of the other four members of the band. Took a hot waffle off of the stack in the middle of the table and plopped it onto my plate. The steam rose from the fresh fluffy waffle as I poured a little syrup over it. As everyone else ate.. I kinda just poked at mine... Debating if I was hungry or not. I went with not and silently excused myself from the table. I quickly made my way to my room and picked my laptop up off of the nightstand. I sat on the plush hotel bed and turned on my laptop, quickly making my way to my twitter. I had tons of mentions and people asking me to follow them. One tweet on my page popped out at me. Mainly because... It had nothing to do with me! What was it doing on my feed? It simply read