Hey, Princess (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

One month.

That's how long it has been since Louis and the guys left. I've been struggling to hold onto what we both want from each other. Louis is constantly busy being in a famous boy band, and I've been here in Florida helping take care of my mom. Both of us are busy with our own lives. If we are like this now then how would we ever be able to date. It wouldn't be able to happen.

I feel like a weak little girl that has to climb a rope in gym class. I made it to the top, and everyday I feel myself slipping away from the top or in this case, slipping away from Louis. We agreed that neither of us would give up, but I just can't help but feel like I knew this would always happen. Everyone you care about always leaves whether you want them to or not.

I will admit, I have been wallowing in self pity for the past month. I should have never let myself get so close to the guys. If I had never met Louis that day in Magic Kingdom then I would have never became friends with any of them or made myself care for Louis so much. Why couldn't I fall for a guy that wasn't in a famous boy band and busy with his own life?

My managers gave me a few weeks off because they noticed I was constantly out of it because of my mom. She seems to have gotten worse and worse over the past month. She's lost so much weight. All she ever really does these days is sleep. Mom always complains about abdominal and back pain. The doctors say that she doesn't have much longer.

The days that I don't spend at the hospital, I spend in my wannabe flat wishing I could escape from all of this. I stay in my pajamas all day, watching horror movies because it's one of the few movies that doesn't consist of romance or happiness. Louis still calls or Skypes me about every other day, but I ignore it. I'm trying to let myself get over him. It's just better this way.

"What are you doing to yourself?" A British voice says that wasn't on the movie unless one of the characters decided to try to speak with an accent.

A figure comes into view in my peripheral vision, and I snap my head in that direction. I regret doing so as soon as I see the familiar dark haired boy with his quiff. I really need to lock my door. Zayn moves closer until he is standing directly in front of my tv. His eyes go over my bed then on me who has my arms crossed against my chest.

"You're not made of glass. Can you move?" I ask, coldly not wanting him to hear in my voice that I'm surprised he's here.

"Why have you been ignoring our calls?" Zayn ignores my question.

"I've been busy." I shrug, picking up the remote to pause my movie.

Zayn scoffs at me. "Yeah, you look really busy. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Zayn shakes his head, sliding his hands in his jean pockets. "You're kidding me, right? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look terrible."

I climb off of my bed, annoyed. "Thanks. That's exactly what I want to hear. You should leave before I call the cops for trespassing." I grab my phone from the bed.

"Why are you acting like this?" Zayn grabs my shoulders to stop me from walking away. "This isn't you."

"Things change when you don't see me for a month." I rip myself away from his grasp.

Zayn reaches for me once again. "Would you stop being so cold and talk to me?" He grabs my shoulders again. "Why have you been ignoring us? We call you ever chance we get and it always goes to voicemail. Tanner called us saying that you were depressed. That you haven't been the same since we left and you're mom is getting worse. We can help you."

"No one can help me. I brought this upon myself." I snap, pushing against his chest, but he doesn't budge. After a few shoves, I give up.

"What your mum having cancer?" Zayn frowns in confusion, obviously not understanding what I'm talking about.

I shake my head at him, staring down at my feet. It's going to hurt Zayn when I say this. "Caring for you guys." I look into his eyes, bravely.

Pain flashes in his eyes, and I look down feeling guilty. "You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me. I know you too well, Aria. I know you always say that the people you care about always leave you, but guess what? We never left. If anything, you're the one leaving us. I left my family to come check up on you because you've been ignoring us."

"I didn't ask for you to do that-"

"I did it because I care. You're one of my best friends." Zayn cuts me off, not letting me finish. "We all care about you. Once you realize this, you can come home."

I step away from him. "I am home." I shut off my emotions. I refuse to let Zayn's words get to me.

Zayn's arms fall down to his sides. "No, you're really not. I know that your parents are here and Tanner, but we both know that the only reason you are here is for your mum. Do you really feel at home here? Home is where the people you care about most are. It doesn't have to be a house or even a wannabe flat. When you want to come home, just call me. I'll be waiting."

I look away teary eyed. "Can you please leave?"

Zayn nods, gulping. "Fine. Just know that Louis cares about you so much. You don't see him when he calls you and you ignore it." He walks to the door and spins around with his hand on the doorknob. "You're so worried about protecting yourself from getting hurt that you don't think of everyone else involved. Do you even care about how Louis is feeling? Like I said, when you want to come home, I'll be waiting."

With that said, Zayn strolls out of my flat with the door shutting behind him. He came all the from the UK to check up on me. Why would he do that? A single tear rolls down my cheek when I think about everything he just said. I hate how he knows me so well.

My phone in my hand begins to vibrate. Is Louis calling me again? I toss my phone not even caring to look at it. I'm already an emotional wreck, talking to him won't help. I walk across the room to window, and peek around the curtain. Down on the boardwalk, I see Zayn leave the hotel with his hands in his pockets.

My phone vibrates again on my bed. Louis never calls twice. I take one last look at Zayn before heading back to my bed where my phone is lying. The screen is lit up with the hospital's number. I freeze while watching my phone continue to vibrate. The hospital never calls me. I pick it up afraid to answer.

After I press the green button, I lift the phone to my ear. "H-Hello?" I breathe after a few seconds.

"Aria, it's Melissa." My mom's nurse answers. "I am so sorry, sweetheart."

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Author's Note:

DON'T HATE ME!!!!

I have come to the conclusion that you guys could hate me for 5 reasons. One, because the last chapter I left it as a cliffhanger and I never told you what Zayn heard. That will come later. Two, I just left it at another cliffhanger. Three, it's pretty obvious to know what just happened at the end. Four, she just made Zayn walk away. Five, this story is almost over.

So, if you hate, I completely understand.

No one guessed who said it. So, the dedication goes to no one. I think I'll do more of those "guess who said it" for more of my stories.

Question....What did you think?

So, yeah!