Cross My Heart

The Door

Author's Note: ITS LIKE 1:45 AM AND IM IN MY BED CRYING BECAUSE HARRY STYLES SINGING DON'T LET ME GO MESSES WITH YOUR EMOTIONS OKAY

that's all.

Louis' P.O.V.

I was quite happy with the fact I got to talk to Harry, even if it was just for a little bit. Talking to him really calms me. I mean, he has been here since the absolute beginning, and I know I can trust him with my life.

It's quite early, so I decide to walk around the massive home and explore. I tiptoed out of my room, keeping quiet to not wake Carly up, and I walk into the hallway containing the 5 rooms that we all had. I walk to the end of the hallway, where a big carved wooden door stood, slightly ajar. I slowly pushed the door open, and I was hit with a rush of cold air. I shivered, and walked into the room.

There was a set of stairs leading up to another door, so against my better judgement, I climbed up the stairs and threw open the door.

Lindsay's P.O.V.

I awoke to my phone vibrating under my pillow. Half awake, I fumbled to grab my phone and answer, not even knowing who's on the other line. "Mm-hmmph?" I mumbled into the phone, also realizing that it's 5:15 in the morning.

The next minute and a half consisted of a string of vulgar words coming at me from my iPhone. "Yeah, nice to hear your voice mum." I flatly commented after her ranting was over.

" You left Juilliard? You worked so hard to get in and you just dropped it?? I..." I started to tune her out, and I sang to myself in my head. After a couple of minutes, my mom must've realized I wasn't listening, and she snapped.

"Lindsay, you're coming home."

Louis' P.O.V.

I stumbled out into the cold air. As I steadied myself, I realised that I was now on the roof of the mansion. And someone was staring at me.

I slowly inched closer to the dark figure, and I could hear it breathing heavily. Slowly, I reached my hand out, but It was a matter of seconds before the person jumped on me and tackled me to the ground. I fought back and managed to grab my phone, and I turned on the bright LED flashlight.

Anna stumbled backwards, muttering swears as she rubbed at her eyes. I stood up and brushed dirt and various leaves off of my pajama pants. Anna turned round, and if looks could kill, she would have a dead body on her hands. All I could offer back was a sheepish smile.

She walked past me and sat in a lawn chair that was set up on the edge of the roof. From up here, you could see everything; Times Square, the Empire State Building, all of it was right in front of me. Pulling up a chair next to her, we sat in silence for a while as we stared at the cars below.

"This is where I come to think," she breaks the silence with a whisper. "It's a place to comfort me when everything around me comes crashing down." I turned to look at the broken girl beside me. The moon reflected off the tears streaming down her face. Now, I've never been great with comforting people, and I know I can't do much with this situation.

Suddenly, Anna starts to cry harder. "Y-you caused this!" She says. I stop breathing for a moment. She's angry. Very angry. I stand up, and try to calm her down. "Hey... Yeah maybe I did cause this. But you know what? You know it's not true. It's done, and it's the past." I'm quite proud of how I worded that statement.

Anna isn't impressed. she stands up, almost matching my height. "You ruined it! the only stable thing I had in my life was torn apart because you couldn't keep your mouth shut!" She's now yelling, and I take that as my cue to leave. As I walk towards the door all I could muster was a small "I'm sorry."

I left Annabel crying on the roof.

Josh's P.O.V.

When I woke up, I found Lindsay pacing back and forth at the foot of our bed. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and threw a pillow at her to catch her attention. Startled that I was awake, she laughed, but

I could tell that something was terribly wrong. She kept pacing, and I just kept silent, knowing she'd tell me when she was ready.

She plopped down on the edge of the bed, laying her head in her hands. I crawled over, sat beside her, and started to poke her.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Po-

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE JOSH STOP STABBING ME! MY GOD CAN'T YOU SEE I'M NOT STABLE? JESUS LORD ABOVE HELP YOU CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO BEAT YOUR ASS." Lindsay bursts out screaming. She then stands up, and pushes me off the bed, stomping away to go on the balcony, slamming the glass door behind her. Slowly, I stood up, assessing the bruises now forming on my backside. Looking out to the balcony, she was slumped against the door. I was fighting myself internally, deciding whether to risk a repeat of what just occurred or leaving her alone.

Probably against my better judgment, I walked to the door and opened it, just enough so I could squeeze through. Sliding down next to her, she shot me a sideways look. "I swear to god if you try any of the shit you just did your body's flopping over the balcony," she gritted through her teeth. I put my hands up in mock defeat, sliding closer to her. "I promise not to if you tell me what's the matter," I say, shoving my face into her neck. Lindsay can't say no when I go for her neck. As i feel her basically turn to mush, I smile.

"Josh- my mom called." To me, this was just an innocent call from a loving mother checking up on her daughter. Lindsay continues the story, and my heart falls and shatters. I blanked out after "figured out about you guys sneaking us out," and I snapped back to reality as the big blow came. She was now sobbing into my chest, pounding on my chest as she did. "Josh... I-I'm leaving."