Stay Strong

Chapter 10

“What the heck, Louis?” I asked with a raised voice as I followed Louis backstage. 

Louis stopped in his tracks, he turned around and walked back over to me. His eyes were red with tears and his teeth where clenched. “That curly haired bastard won’t stop!” He snapped, raising his clenched fist and punching the solid wall next to him.

“Dammit, Louis, stop!” I cried desperately, grabbing his arm and yanking him away to stop him from causing anymore damage.

“What’s going on?” A voice with an Irish accent asked.

“Niall,” I gasped, spinning around to face him. 

“Louis what are you doi---“

“FUCK OFF NIALL!”

By that time a whole crowd had formed in the narrow corridor. Thank god the crazed fans weren’t here. 

“Excuse me! Move, please!” A husky voice said as it made its way through the crowd. It was Paul. He would be able to handle Louis.

“Oh my god,” I said with a sigh, covering my face with my palms as Louis just got dragged out the building.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” A croaky voice said. I knew it was Niall. He was about to cry, I could tell. That boy is sensitive. I hugged Niall and he hugged me back. 

After that I just wanted to leave. Niall escorted me out of the arena where he paid for a cab ride to take me back to my hotel.  I said my good-byes to Niall, Harry, Zayn, Liam, Danielle & Perrie. It was the last time I was going to see them, my flight back home was in the morning.

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08:54

The airport.

I sat there, waiting for my gate to open. Louis hadn't made any attempt to call or text since the last time I saw him. I didn't care; he was just an inconsiderate bitch that made a fuss because he thought his best friend was crushing on me. 

I got interrupted when my phone buzzed on my lap. It was an unknown number. I picked my phone up and read it.

‘Hiii. It’s Harry. Niall managed to get your number off Lou and I got it from him. Are you ok? X’

I guess he was referring to what happened last night.

‘Yeah. I’m just waiting to get on my flight. The gate opens in a few minutes. How’s Louis? X’

I hit the send button and then locked my phone. I got a reply a few minutes later.

‘He is passed out on his bed. He drank everything in the hotel mini-bar last night. Pissed out of his head. X’

I frowned when I read the text. All hopes of the romantic ‘airplane chase’ was out the window.

‘Sensible of him... Anyway, my gate is open. I’ll text you when I get back on British soil. Bye. X’

He almost instantly texted back with.

‘Have a safe flight. X’

I sighed, shoving my phone in my pocket. I queued up in the small line waiting to board the plane. I actually wanted to get back to England.

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14:03

*LOUIS’ POV*

“You are such a dick, you know that right?” Niall said from the couch. He was up already and dressed.

“Piss off,” I groaned, pulling the bed covers over me.

A sudden yank from the foot of my bed and the covers where on the floor. I shivered as the heat was stripped from me.

“Lara has probably landed in England by now. You didn't even say bye to her.” Niall continued, flopping down next me.

“She didn't want to see me. She didn't want to talk to me...” I explained, good enough excuse right?

“Ugh, pathetic.” I heard him faintly mumble before getting up again. “I’m going to get lunch.”

And with a slam of the door I was left alone. 

I did start to feel bad. 

I really did.