Can't Get Enough

25.

25.

Michelle's POV

"They killed my best friend." Everyone in the room gave horrified looks. I didn't care though. Lei was gone, and it was all their faults.

"Michelle, that is a very serious accusation. Remember our oaths to not single people out unrespectfully." Uncle Simon's scarily calm demeanor was so annoying.

"IF IT WEREN'T FROM THEM, MY BEST FRIEND WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!!" My voice gave off an echo, and I startled everyone in the room. The pretty blonde one started silently crying, and the brunette girl just sat there in shock. The ethnic looking boy's eyes grew wide.

I barely felt Niall's hand on my shoulder. I immediately felt sad. He put up with so much shit from me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's quite all right, Michelle. We're all friends here." When I heard the news, it broke me. Niall came over, snow in his hair and heart heavy.

"Sit down." He guided me towards my couch. His blue eyes were real sad, and my leprechaun wasn't jolly.

"Don't freak out, baby."

"I won't."

"Promise?" My heart was pounding. I was so confused. He took a deep breath.

"Leila committed. Her new friends found her."

"You're lying." I refused to believe him. He said nothing.

"Niall."

Nothing. I began to shake.

"Those ASSHOLES!!!" Angry tears started rushing down my face.

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I knew they were trouble. They were friends with Harry, after all. And they were addicts. They turned her out, and I thought she'd be smart enough to quit it. I can't explain how angry I am. But we do have one thing in common. We all lost an angel. I wanted to believe that they were good people, but I just couldn't when all this evidence was staring me in the face.

Louis POV

Life was different without Leila, to say the least. I missed making fun of her, and the way Harry used to excitedly talk about her. Often I think of that night in September when she first hung out with us. So innocent and prude. And quickly, rather than slowly, she fell into our trap of addiction. It ruined her. She never wanted to admit it, and maybe she didn't think that way, but it was true.

I also think of the night I told her I was a homosexual.

I think I did it because even though I resented her, I knew she would be the only one to understand.

That's the thing about Leila. You can hate her with every fiber of your being, but she was always there with a hug.

I missed her apple-scented hugs.

I missed her boy advice. She used to avidly tell me to confess to Zayn when we hung out, and I knew she was trying to be a supportive friend, but things are just different for guys like us.

The night I suggested needle, she asked me something peculiar.

"Do you think everyone on earth serves a purpose?"

I didn't really know how to answer, so I shrugged it off.

I wish I wouldn't have. I probably could've saved her life. I hate thinking that I killed her, because all my friends think we did in some way, and I know she wouldn't have wanted that.

"Be smart about this, Louis. Trust the number one in the class."

How can I when you're not number one anymore?

You're not even here.

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The funeral service was sad and somber. Leila's mom came back just for the occasion and never stopped crying. Her vigil alone was enough to bring anyone to tears. We all sat in a row and said nothing. Harry sat on the opposite side of the church, face his by his insane curls. The preacher preached of happiness and forthcomings for all of us, including Leila, but it all seemed like a big lie.

Nothing starts to look up when you're this far down in the pit.

The saddest thing is, I know what Leila's last word was. Anyone with eyes can probably see that. Except for him.

"Harry."

On the contrary, Lou. Next chapter is sort of an epilogue, and then one more chapter after that. It becomes positive, promise. i already miss writing this and im not even done ): XO.