A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Eighteen

[Well here's that other chapter I said I'd update this week. Idk what to think of this one, it's more of a filler I guess. But better things are to come, so hang in there!! Thanks for reading guys, means a lot.]

"Louis!" Someone yells from outside. I look up at Louis, and he looks confused as well.

"Louis open the door!" We hear again. I slide off of Louis' lap so he can get up. He trudges over to the door, stumbling a little.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" I hear Louis ask when he reaches the door.

"Did you see the news? Louis did you see the news?" Harry runs into the house, and nearly knocks me off the couch. He turns on the TV, switching it to the news.

'Harry what's this all about?" Louis complains, trudging into the room. I just stare at TV screen. Its a segment on Louis and I. Pictures of Louis and Harry carrying me into the hospital show. They show a clip of two girls.

"We didn't know she would actually do it!" One girl cry's.

"Please, she has to be okay... Why did we tell her all those things?" Another one covers her face, wiping her eyes. In another clip, two girls wear matching shirts that say "Stay Strong Amber".

"I love her so much, I just can't believe some people..." One of them sobs.

"She is beautiful and her and Louis are so cute together. I hope she turns out fine..." Her friend says, holding onto the other girl. It goes to another clip, of when we were all walking out. The crowd had grown. More girls cry out "I'm sorry" and "we love you". The camera follows Louis as he carries me. It goes back to the fake blonde lady and her partner.

"My daughters where out there, they said it was the saddest thing they had ever seen." The fake blonde says.

"I could hear the girls crying from my house, two blocks away." The man replies.

"Turns out this wasn't the first time Amber Locktae was in the hospital for an attempt. This was her third time. She must be needed in this world if she tried to leave three times and she's still here." Fake blonde reads a paper. "It says when she was younger she was anorexic, and depressed. When she was thirteen, she was also diagnosed with mania." Fake blonde sets the paper down.

"And that is all we have on Amber Locktae's suicide attempt, if any more news is reported to us, you will be the first to now. Thanks for watching tonight's segment, see you all tomorrow at five." The news cuts off, and a commercial comes on. Harry still sits on the couch next to me, and Louis stands behind us. They both turn to me. I just stare between them at the wall. I can't believe the lady just read that on the news. I fidget a little, pushing myself away from Harry.

"Amber..." Louis starts.

"No.. Just forget it... Okay?" I say.

"Amber is that true?"

"Do you think they would have said it if it wasn't?!" I laugh meanly.

"Amber it's okay..."

"No it's not! Okay, yeah it's true. Everything she said is true. Except that I must be important. There's no way I'm important in any way. No way." I laugh again.

"What do you mean, Amber? You're not important? Of course you are." Harry steps in.

"No I'm not. There's nothing good about me. Nothing at all!" Harry grabs my arm.

"Don't you ever say that, Amber." He growls.

"Why shouldn't I? I mean seriously, what's so great about me?" I snarl sarcastically.

"Amber you are amazing. Everything about you is. And I promise you that." Harry tightens his grip on my arm.

"Why do you feel like you aren't a great person? Why do you feel that way?" Louis asks, putting his hands on the back of the couch behind me.

"Because... I'm not..."

"Amber you are! I don't understand why you don't think you are."

"Can we... Just, not talk about this?" I choke, looking away. Harry slides his hand down my arm, over my bandages and onto my hand. Louis comes and kneels down in front of me, taking my free hand. They both look at me with sympathetic eyes. Louis squeezes my hand tighter, giving me a sly smile.

"Come on guys, lets watch a movie." Louis laughs, pulling me up. Harry comes along, Louis pulling me into the kitchen. I jump up onto the counter, and Louis and Harry make popcorn. They laugh, making jokes. I watch as they chase each other around the kitchen table. If I was a Larry shipper, this would be my death. Harry tackles Louis onto the floor, and I can't help but laugh along as they lay there on top of each other laughing. Finally Louis pulls himself out from underneath Harry and checks the microwave. As soon as he opens the door, a thick wave of smoke comes out. We all start coughing, the smoke spreads through the air so fast. Soon the smoke alarm is blaring. The smoke doesn't last long, it was just one big puff. Harry goes into the hallway to shut off the alarm. Louis grabs the popcorn bag, and all it is a black burned bag. He starts laughing, and Harry and I join in. He throws the bag away, and gets another out. This time we pay attention to the microwave as the bag spins and pops it's way around. When it's finished we all make our way back to the couch. Harry jumps around the back, landing face first onto the cushion. I run over to the chair, jumping in. Louis decides he's going to sit with me, see he jumps on, landing right on top of me.

"Ummff. Louis get off of me!" I laugh, pushing against him. He laughs and sits farther on top of me.

"Louis! Get off." Harry just sits laughing at us, his face all smushed together. Finally I push Louis off, and I run over to Harry, jumping on top of him. He laughs harder, wrapping his arms around me.

"That's right Louis, she's mine now!" He snarls sarcastically to Louis. Louis stands, and presses his hand against his heart dramatically.

"How could you, Amber? I love you!" He whines, theatrically.

"But I love Harry."

"But Amber... I love you! I love you Amber, I love you!" Louis dramatically falls to his knees, begging. Harry and I laugh our heads off at him. He just sits there, staring at us. I crawl off Harry and down onto the floor next to Louis. I take his hands in mine, finally calming down.

"I love you too, Louis." I say, staring into his eyes. He smiles, and pulls me into a kiss.

"Come on guys, I wanna watch action, not romance." Harry whines from the couch. We all start laughing again, man we must be high.

We end up watching Identity Thief, and I snuggle up to Louis and Harry on the couch. We all laugh our heads off crazy, the movie is so funny. After the movie finishes, I am so tired I can barely stand. We all end up sleeping on top of each other on the couch, I lay my head against Louis' head, and Harry wraps an arm around my legs. I'm out within seconds, dreaming dreams filled with impossible things.