Hello! Have you guys seen 'This Is Us' yet? I haven't. I'm going with Shelby and Peyton this weekend, I'm shitting myself I'm so excited! Anywhore, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Much Love, Lizzie xx
"Use your smile to change the world." ~Niall Horan
*LENNOX'S VIEW*
"I want the window seat!" I yell, after shoving my big suitcase in the holder. We're all finally on the plane after many hours of packing and cleaning the house. Of course I'm stuck sitting next to this faggot for the 12 hour plane ride.
"Girl, no. It's mine!" Louis hisses and shoves his hand in my face to try to hold me back so he can jump into the window seat. I try to smack him but he's holding me back. He finally lets go of my face and I fall backwards, making the plane shake a little. Louis hops up and down in his seat, which should be mine, in victory.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to please sit down." A flight attendant says and Louis huffs, sitting back down in his seat. I smirk at him and sit in the middle seat instead. I look over at Callie and she looks like she's about to explode. She grips onto the seat for dear life and is shaking.
"Callie, it's alright. Just fall asleep and it will be over quickly." I say, putting a hand on her shoulder since she's sitting right across from me.
"No, it's not. What if while I'm asleep the plane crashes? I will not be able to get a parachute in time and I will die in the deep depths of the ocean." Callie says, still shaking. I sigh and take out my water bottle and pop the pill out of the container that I managed to sneak in.
"Here, take this. It will calm your nerves." I say handing Callie the water bottles and pill. She wastes not time and quickly swallows the pill with the water. Little does she know, it calms nerves but it also makes you sleepy. I turn away, knowing the medicine will start to work in a little while. It's not like the stuff is illegal, her doctor gave it to me for times just like this.
"Hey, do you have any earphones, I forgot mine." I ask Louis. His face is all scrunched up and he's staring directly ahead. I snap my fingers in his face and he jumps.
"Sorry, did you need something?" He asks staring at my arm. I put my arm behind my back. He can't see my scars, can he? No, that's ridiculous. It's covered in foundation.
"I was asking if I could borrow your earphones. I left mine at home." I say and he nods, pulling his blue and green earphones out of his bag and handing them to me.
"Thanks." I say and plug the earphones into my phone. I turn on some music and lay my head back. I look over at Callie and she's fast asleep, her head laying on Harry's shoulder. I smile. They would make a cute couple.
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"Please put on your seatbelts, we will be landing in New York in ten minuites. Thank you for flying with London Airlines. Come again." The intercom says and I buckle my seatbelt. I reach over to buckle Callie's belt because she is still sleeping, but Harry beats me to it.
"Louis, wake up." I say, shaking Louis. He doesn't budge so I smack him on the arm and his eyes fly open.
"Jesus. You could have just yelled at me." Louis says, rubbing the spot on his arm where I hit him. I laugh and I feel my stomach rise, therefore the plane is landing. The seat belt button turns off and I take off my seat belt, getting up. I open the holder above us that holds our suitcases and get mine down. It lands on my foot and I yelp.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I say hopping up and down on one foot, holding the foot my suitcase landed on.
"What do you have in here? Rocks?" Louis asks trying to pick up my suitcase. He picks it up and grabs his too, walking down the isle and exiting the plane, waiting for no one.
"A girl needs clothes." I mutter and shake Callie and Niall awake. Shelby gets her suitcase and practically prances down the isle. Niall grumbles something about Shelby having so much energy this late at night and walks after her after grabbing his own suitcase. After Liam, Harry, Callie, and Zayn are off the plane I get off myself.
In the waiting area Louis is sprawled across the chairs with his beanie over his face.
"Louis, come on. Get in the car." I say, groaning. He's such a pain in the arse sometimes.
"Come on, mum. Just let me sleep a little bit more." He grumbles but gets up anyways. We all pile into a small taxi and end up sitting on each other. We arrive at the hotel and sign in.
"You guys got the penthouse? The place we had was fine!" I yell and smack Zayn in the chest. The two bedroom room we had before was perfectly fine. The boys could sleep on the floor or on the couch. I was not giving up my bed no matter who they are.
"Whatever, Lennox." Zayn says, rolling his eyes and shoving the key of mine, Callie's and Shelby's room in my hand. I scoff and we take the elevator up to the penthouse.
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"I'm so exhausted." I say flopping down on my bed after I had put all my stuff away.
"Well the boys and us were going to go sight seeing. Are you sure you don't want to come?" Shelby asks and I shake my head.
"I'll catch up with it tomorrow." I say, already half-asleep and slightly delirious. When you don't sleep on a 12 hour plane ride, you get exhausted.
"Okay," Callie says, half-way out the door. "If you need anything just call." She says and they're gone. I sleep for two minutes when I hear a know on my door. I groan into my pillow and shove myself up.
"Can nobody get some fucking sleep around here." I say, walking like a zombie to the door and unlatching all the locks on the door. I fling it open and Louis stands there with tear-streaked cheeks.
"Louis, what's wrong?" I mutter and put my hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears.
"Show me them." Louis manages to say.
"Show you what?" I ask and I'm terrified of the answer.
"The scars, Lex. Show me your scars." He says, looking like he's on the verge of tears again.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I stutter and Louis shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. I don't know why my scars are so important. I'm perfectly fine and I can handle myself.
"Please don't cry." I say and wipe away his tears once more. Out of all the people I've seen cry, Louis is the worst. He's always so happy all the time and barely sad, it hurts a lot to see someone like him cry.
"Please just show me them. I need to know all the times that you needed me but I wasn't there." He says and grabs my arm before I can react. He pulls my sleeve up and you can barely see my skin. Some are fresh and some are old. Some are healing but some aren't even close. Each and every scar represents something bad someone said to me or if I feel so down that I want to end my life. All he does is stare and look at my scars and finally croaks out a single word:
"Sorry." And he walks away.
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Much Love, Lizzie xx
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