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~Chapter 11~

Chapter 11

(Three weeks later)

Lexi’s POV.

That son of a bitch. He’s a time traveller. Why didn’t I see this coming? Lol because it doesn’t happen in normal life, that’s why.

Life is pretty miserable now.

Louis’ been avoiding me, and the other Louis hasn’t come to rescue me and Gemma slapped me first day back and I’ve slipped into depression.

A lot can happen in three weeks.

Dad has also been missing; but I think mum is with me agreeing that that’s a good  thing. I only hope it would last.

School’s no longer my domain. Louis (the annoying Louis) has taken over. The class clown, joker, sweet to all girls and sassy as heck to anyone who bitches in his face, all made him popular.

I’m just sitting in the sidelines.

I keep thinking to myself, just one more year… You can make it, one more year.

But it’s sometimes too hard.

And now, there’s no one there for me.

Louis’ POV.

I felt so, so bad for leaving her alone- I remember her telling me how awful she felt, when I finally stopped being such a jerk about her. But I knew, I would be going back soon- I was just getting really antsy waiting for it.

The boys could tell, too. Harry in particular, as he remembered the time I’d gone back to see him, when he was just 15, and giving him the exact date and time to get my shoes off of- myself?

Anyway, Harry understood what I was going through, and even if he didn’t, he was sympathetic about it.

We were all sat on a couch, doing another interview, when suddenly, I got the tingles. I sat bolt upright in my seat, thinking to myself “Oh shit, not here, we’re on live.”

So what do I do?

Flashed a direct glance at Harry, before standing up and rushing off stage, and locking myself in the bathroom there. I stood there, shivering, as I heard Harry’s voice call out “Leave him alone a minute, he’s not been feeling 100% lately, he’s just a bit sick.” When the other lads chorused their agreement, and the scuffling of what I assumed was the security guards stopped, and I knew it was safe.

“Thank you guys.” I whispered through the lock, before I was pulled away.

It was not something you could really get used to; the fabrics of time disintegrating before your very eyes. You also feel it, like spiders running all over your bare skin, part of the reason I always get the shivers and tingles before it happens.

The view of the world, as if I was floating out in space, started to spin very, very fast, and I crossed my fingers that I would end up in the right place. Once, I ended up in Afghanistan, whish was very awkward.

I frowned to myself as the world kept on spinning; usually it stopped by then. I’d actually never gone past the year 2000, but it seemed I was going further back than usual. I was beginning to feel a bit sick and dizzy, watching the world go so fast, but finally, it slowed, and I felt that feeling in my stomach that you get when you come down from a real height, before I plummeted into the mist.

I held my breath; from experience, this was the best way to cope with this part. I knew, soon I would land and things would be vaguely normal.

I landed clumsily, falling to my knees as I hit the soft ground beneath me. Looking up and taking a breath, I realised I was at Brighton beach- and the soft ground suddenly became painful stones under my hands and knees, so I quickly stood up, brushing my hands free of dust and mist. I looked around me, before pulling my iPhone 5s from my back pocket, only to find it wasn’t working.

“Strange,” I muttered, tapping the screen gently with my fingers. I guess I’d finally gone so far back it couldn’t cope with the time change. But my surrounding weren’t too historical; definitely not before the nineties.

As I slid the now useless phone back into my pocket, a small body cannoned into me, falling on it’s bottom at my feet.

“Oopsies!” She, I think it was a she, giggled, and picked herself up. “Sowi!” She grinned up at me, showing her gappy mouth.

“LEXI!” A worried voice yelled out, as her mother came running into view. I gaped down at the little girl; no way was that Lexi.

Her mother came to a stop near us, and she beckoned her daughter closer to her. “I’m so sorry, she’s a little rascal sometimes.” She laughed, tickling the toddler and making her screech with laughter. I chuckled, and waved my hand. “It’s no problem. How old?” I asked, crouching down to her level, as her sparkling eyes met mine, and she grinned again.

“Only 20 months. She’s quite a fast learner, learnt to vaguely speak and can certainly run.” Her mother laughed, and Lexi plodded determinedly over to me.

“I’m Lexi!” She near enough yelled in excitement, holding out a chubby little hand. I smiled, and shook it gently, before she leant in and hugged me. “Oh, er-” I said, caught out by her actions.

“I’m weally sowi for running into you.” She said, her stuck out teeth making it hard for her to pronounce r’s. I hugged her back quickly, before I let her go. She smiled at me again, before running back to her mother.

“Where’s her father?” I asked curiously, noticing no familiar bloke nearby. Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, he’s gone. Hopefully for good.” She said, with a horrible bitterness in her voice. She picked up little Lexi, before adding, “But it’s a good thing, don’t worry.” She smiled, relief strung through her voice. I smiled sadly and nodded.

I felt so sorry for them, knowing he’d be back. And there was nothing I could do about it until- no, Louis, don’t think about that.

As they walked off, I waved goodbye to Lexi, who stuck her chubby hand out and waved it around frantically, before I felt the tingling in my feet re-appear.

I braced myself, as the whole process was repeated, and I hoped I wasn’t too off with the landing.

I kept my eyes shut for this one; and when I opened them, I saw I was once again in the bathroom backstage at the interview. I shook myself out- time travel can really make your joints sore. I tapped gently on the door, before unlocking it and opening it to see four worried faces turn to me.

“Jesus Louis!” Niall yelped, throwing himself on me. “You were in tere for fifteen minutes! Are you ok?” He asked, taking himself off me, and using the question as a cover, seeing as I’d ‘been sick’. But when his eyes met mine, I knew he was asking if I really was ok. I nodded, and grinned sheepishly.

“False alarm guys, sorry… I’m fine, not going to be sick.” I said to the interviewer, who waved it off. We headed back to the set, where I apologised again, and finally, we got to get up and leave.

I lied though. I wasn’t ok. Because Lexi still needed me. And I know my younger self was going to be too much of a prick to see that for a while.