Girl Next Door (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Five

White.

Walls, light, floor, everything. White. The brightness of the color blinded my eyes as I glanced around. My breath quickens as I search for an escape. A door. A window. Anything. Surrounding me are padded walls with a small door, about the size of a doggie door, with a tray of food placed right in front of it. I attempt to stand up but fall as I notice how weak I am. I glance down at my body to examine what I wear. I’m dressed in a white hospital gown and my hands are bound together with a rope. I struggle to escape from my bonds and let a distressed cry. I bite and try to chew through the rope but terribly fall only causing me to bite my lip, drawing blood. I slam to ground in frustration as the door opens. My eyes fly up to see a man cloaked in black. He slowly approaches me.

“Where am I?” I choke out, my voice feeling hoarse. The man remains wordless as he now stands in front of me and grabs my forearm.

“Let go of me!” I yell as is squirm against the man’s grip. “Help!” I yell as he drags me to the concealed door. My thoughts race to Louis as I cry out again.

“Wake up,” the man whispers as I continue to fight my restrains. “Wake up!” he commands again, this time louder.

“Who are you?” I ask my vision blurs, blackness consuming me as I flutter open my lashes.

“Erica love, are you okay?” ask Louis shaking me awake as I gasp covered in a cold sweat.

“Louis…” I mumble as I fall into his warm embrace. “I need help… now.” Louis glances at me in confusion.

“What? Why?” he asks frantically once he notices my body rapidly shaking.

“I- I can’t take it. Something is wrong. Really, really wrong,” I stutter gripping my knees and yanking them towards my chest. It takes Louis two seconds before he processes what I’m saying and yells for the other boys.

Zayn rushes in tripping over his jeans as he struggles to yank them up his legs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks stumbling to my side.

“These dreams… this isn’t right,” I mutter shaking my head. Zayn gives Louis a questionable look as the other boys stumble in. I feel a stabbing pain in my mind and scream out as I grasp my head.

“She needs help! NOW!” screams Zayn as he tries to break Louis from his current daze. I whimpering as Liam hands me my medicine.

“NO!” I scream hitting the medicine from his hands. “I’m not taking that!” I yell as I scramble to the top of my bed. The boys all gap at me in worry and confusion.

“She is messed up…” murmurs Harry.

“Shut the f**k up,” Louis growls turning to Harry, rage evident in his blue eyes. The boys’ eyes turn to Louis as to what he had just said to his best friend.

“I just said-”

“I don’t give a f**k about what you said! Erica is ill and needs help and all of you are sitting on your lazy arses not moving while she- she is sick!” Louis screams. Niall slowly raises his hand in the air as to ask a question. Louis glares at him.

“Um… well actually we’re standing…” Niall comments as he slowly lowers his hand.

“Do I look like I give a-” Louis starts but I grip his arm.

“Stop!” I yell the attention drawn to me again. “Look I don’t know what is wrong with me I just know I need a doctor now. I know we are France but I need to get back to England a.s.a.p. and get a doctor,” Louis opens his mouth but I interrupt. “That I can actually freaking understand.”

“But what about our concert tomorrow?” asks Liam. I let out a shaky breath.

“I’m going back… alone.”

December 14th, 2011

I’ve been back from France for three weeks now as the boys travel around Europe promoting their new album Up All Night. After landing in Doncaster, my dad rushed me to doctor as they took several tests to see what had been causing my nightmares. Turns out the medicine I had been giving to stable my breathing after the fire accident had severe side effects causing me to have realistic nightmares. They took me off right away and prescribed me a new medicine to relax my mind before I sleep and calm my racing nerves. Ever since the incident Louis would call once a day to make sure as was doing alright. I relationship seemed stronger than ever but yet I felt like I was holding Louis back from promoting the band.

My thoughts are interrupted as my phone goes off. My eyes dart to the screen as Louis’s smiling figure appears.

“Hello,” I ask, picking up my phone within seconds.

“Hey Erica,” Louis says in a monotone voice.

“Louis is everything alright,” I questioned noticing his hallow voice, “Are you okay?”

“Look Erica, I hate doing this over phone. Just lately it seems like things between us haven’t been working out… and I- Gosh I don’t know how to say this…” Louis stated.

“Louis are you…”

“Erica, I wanna break up.” The phone drops from my hands as I hear the deafening words.

“Erica, are you still there love?” Louis questions, emotion returning to his voice.

“F**k you!” I scream before hanging up and bursting into tears. I hastily dial a number I memorized for these kinds of situations, someone who understands me.

 “Gosh Erica! What the heck do you want at this god forbidden hour?” he asks.

“Zayn,” I choke out, “Louis broke up with me.”

“I’m going to kick that t**t’s arse.” He grumbles as a rustling sound comes from the receiver.

“Zayn, please don’t do anything you’re going to regret.”

“Oh I won’t be regretting anything,” he laughs into the phone.

“Please just, ugh, can you come here?” I ask my voice straining.

“To Doncaster?” he questions. I nod before realizing he can’t see me.

“Yea,” I choke out.

“Look Erica, I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” he mumbles.

“Please!” I cry, “I need you.”

“Erica, I will, calm down!” he mutters as I sob into the receiver. “But only because I love you.” He mumbles the last part.

“What?” I ask, my sobs stopping for a second.

“What, no I said, uh care about you.”

“No you didn’t Zayn. You’re shit at lying.” Zayn sighs into the receiver.

“Erica look, I’ve had feelings for you since we meet and I think it’s time that you know that, that,”

I barely listen as he says the last three words.

“I love you.”

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(A/N): Bet you guys didn't see that coming!!! Comment your thoughts below. School starts in a couple of days but it sees like during the school year I feel more encouraged to write and my works at as shitty as they are during the summer.

Good luck everyone at school this year.

E.xx