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Chapter Twenty Four

Come Back...Be Here: Taylor Swift OR A Drop In The Ocean: Ron Pope

Elise's POV

Maybe if I didn't screw everything up then maybe I would still be with Louis. Jen was out getting drunk and I was stuck in my dorm. I was sitting with my back against the door with my knees pulled up to my chest and tears running down my face and I lightly banged my head against the door.

What happened to Louis? Saying I meant everything to him and then calling me saying I was nothing? Strangely, I knew that I deserved everything he said to me. He was angry and hurt and I was the reason why. I wish he was just fifteen minutes away in his dorm, but he was an ocean away.

I wanted him back here, with me. It was all so cruel, I love him the most when he's the farthest away from me. I don't want to miss him, I want him here, on campus, with me.

Was I really another slut he wanted to hook up with? Did our relationship really mean nothing to him? He said it so simply, he didn't love me. My mind was racing faster than my tear. Nothing was making sense. I wish I knew what to do.

I had called him, but he didn't say anything. I just blubbered about whatever I said. I meant it all. If I knew how bad this would have turned out I would have never kissed Niall at all, ever. I ran my fingers up and down my thighs. Then my phone rang, it was Louis.

"Louis!" I said frantically, "You called! I'm so glad you called because I'm so sorry."

"This isn't Louis," A woman's voice spoke, "This is his grandmother, I want to tell you something. Right now I am doing what is best for him, so I suggest you listen before he realizes his phone is gone."

Well this is a tad peculiar, "Of course, I won't mention anything."

"I have some money saved up, I want you to buy a plane ticket and come here. He loves you, he needs you. I don't know what he said to you before, but you are coming here and I don't want to hear another word about this. You mean the world to him. You two need to talk in person and figure things out before he lets you get away."

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to pay for a plane ticket all the way to London, we can just talk when he gets home," I said wiping my tears.

"Too bad, I already bought it. You are coming here and sorting this all out, okay? He wants to be with you forever, yes forever. Your plane leaves tomorrow. Sorry it's all rushed, but he is very unstable without you."

"It's no problem, is he okay? What do you mean unstable?" I said, was he hurt?

"I mean that he is drinking, non-stop. He's locking himself in his room. Please don't let him, or me, down. He talked about you for hours before, all of this, happened. He's never done that with any other girl. You are the one for him, trust me I know what I'm talking about." This was nuts, was I really going to fly to London just to see him? "He's coming, I must go now. I'll see you tomorrow." The line went dead before I could protest.

This is crazy, I can't just pack everything up and leave to try and reconcile with Louis. But I longed to see him, I was miserable. Maybe I should go. I need to go. Maybe this is the next step in our relationship. Maybe we need this. If he really doesn't love me, I'll go home. This is some crazy type of love. I can't believe I'm doing this.

I packed a duffel bag with the necessary clothes and stuff and I packed my back pack with the necessary books. I couldn't go to sleep until four. I was too, I was thinking. What if he really didn't want to see me?

Why must I be so impulsive?

The plane ride wasn't too bad, the guy next to me kept trying to hit on me, needless to say that he was thoroughly ignored. I couldn't stop thinking of all the possibilities. What if he never really loved me? Would he laugh at me? Was this a horrible idea?