She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 19 {Saved}

Hellooo beautiful people!

This is like a before chapter author's note, just to clarify things!

Firstly, I'd like to discuss some things oging on in the story, somethings that I'm planning. Well, I've decided this story is soon coming to a finale (chapter 22? 25?), and on that chpater I will tell you if there will be a sequel! *angles start singing* *wolves howl* *people start dancing* *person jumps off cliff in excitement*

So I know most people don't read an author's note at the end so here's an author's note at the beginning ;)

muah xxx

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HARLEY'S P.O.V

I was in a room.

They didn't trust me at all right now. Not after I kicked and screamed and broke my ankle trying to slam the door in their faces. They just thought I needed to sort some things out and truly find who's side I really was on.

On the wall, there were baby pictures. Dayla was in most of them, her curly brown hair cut just at her jawline, dimples in her rosy cheeks when she smiled for the camera. I remember once, my parents had considered renaming her 'Miley' just to call her Smiley Miley because she smiled so much. Victor had a picture for his last day at elementary school, his squinting eyes and glasses on, brown hair perfectly combed back for the picture. He had made such a fuss to have everything that day perfect so he could remember it.

If anything was weird in this room, it was those pictures. They had been in our house, where Dayla, Victor and I had been living. We had kept them in a box, tucked away somewhere. That means they had been in our house, while I still thought they were dead.

They disgusted me. Absolutely disgusted me. Don't get me wrong, I knew the pinpoint of their argument. They just wanted me to go back to a normal life, and also lie and say good bye to Louis. The parents I knew were no longer here. No, my parents died in that car accident. These people aren't them, and never will be.

One moment, I was too hot with the too crisp and clean blankets on. The next, I was freezing and shivering. It could possibly be in the pill I saw them slip into my water. When I questioned them about it, they said it was for my broken ankle and would keep the pain away.

Then again, they could be trying to just kill me.

I bet Louis was pissed. He had warned me about leaving his side. It turns out he was right about that, too. That if I left his side I'd only be in danger.

Even as I tried to fall asleep, I knew it was impossible. The pillows were too new, the eerie sense in the room, the baby pictures on the wall. Everything was creepy, and I felt like I was losing it when I thought I saw one of the baby pictures move. Maybe I was losing it.

It was probably somewhere around five in the morning when I fell asleep. I had probably zoned out watching the thickets of snow fall down, which made sense because it was almost Christmas. A few days I think now, and Victor's favorite meal would have been made. He should be a chef, he would become one of the world's best cooks I bet.

Just as I was waking up, there was a small knock on the door. I wouldn't answer it. No, they would come in anyways.

"Good morning, honey." She said, a small smile on her face. "Ready to go home with your sister and brother today?"

A sudden nauseating feeling overcame me, and I motioned for a bucket or something. She didn't get it, so I rolled my eyes and got up as fast as I could. When I put my foot down, searing pain raced through it and I couldn't help but scream and mutter curse words.