Who Says |.l.t.|

~Chapter 14~

Lexi’s POV.

The sound of beeping and whooshing filled my ears as I sleepily raised my head and looked at my surroundings. I was in the hospital, the morning after Louis had found my mum crying in the living room.

Just to put your minds at rest, she didn’t lose the baby. He or she, the everlasting result of my dad’s violent sexual abuse, is still alive and well.

He hasn’t shown up yet. And I don’t ever, ever want to see him again.

Mum’s doing alright, she’s just in hospital for her wounds now, as the painkillers she’s on is like morphine and has her unable to walk.

Louis (the young Louis) has been here with me too, with his mum popping by to check up on us every now and then. She’s phoned the school, explaining in brief what she knew of the situation and that wasn’t very much, but it had gotten us out of school for the rest of the week.

I sighed deeply, and reached out to hold mum’s hand in comfort. She was currently fast asleep; one of the many pros of the painkillers.

Just as I’d shifted myself so I was more comfortable holding mum’s hand, Louis returned from the hospital shop with a muesli bar in hand. “Here,” He offered, his tone soft and gentle. “You need to eat.”

He took a seat on the other side of mum, and opened his bar, but only seemed to manage a few nibbles before putting it on the side table.

“Actually, I can’t talk. I can’t face food right now either.” He sighed, and ruffled his hand through his hair. It stuck up a bit, and my gut clenched as I remembered what the older Louis had told me.

“He is me,” Louis insisted, grabbing my hand as I looked away. “Really, and if he isn’t me, he becomes me; but he can only do that if you go after him.”

I bit my lip, slowly thinking what I should say, what I should do.

Inwardly rolling my eyes at my ‘smart’ plan, I tentatively reached for the muesli bar Louis had given me and opened it. Louis’ eyes, which had been drooping slightly, sparked as he saw me put the bar to my mouth and take a bite.

I looked him in the eye, willing myself to suddenly become a telepathic who can tell others what the feel without saying it out loud- but as much as I would love to have that bonus, seeing as Louis gets the time travel, it wasn’t going to happen.

Louis’ POV.

As I hit the ground, I bounced back up as fast as I could, looking round fast to see where I was.

I was on one of those London side streets, near the Thames, and I had people starting to clap and throw coins at me, thinking I was a street artist. To cover up, I bowed and pulled my black beanie off my head, offering as a place to put the money. After a minute or two, the crowd slowly departed, and I was left to my own devices. I emptied the coins into my pockets, and checked the date and time.

It was the day after the incident. I swallowed thickly, and glanced to my left and to my right. When my eyes hit the signpost, I fumbled with my beanie and hurried over to the poster covered block. Immediately, I found what I was looking for.

I recognised that face, and that name. It was Lexi’s dad; his face was all over the latest ‘Missing and Wanted’ posters. I pulled one off and shoved it into my pocket, before hurriedly walking away.

As I passed in front of Downing Street, I felt someone’s eyes following me, so I stopped and looked around. But there was no one looking directly at me as such, and if I counted the people looking in my direction I would be here til Christmas.

Which wasn’t that far away.

I turned back the way I was headed and continued walking, until I reached a back alley where I could easily sort myself out without anyone seeing me.

I pulled out my iPhone and double checked the time, but was distracted by a shuffling of feet behind me. I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, as a slurred voice spoke to me. A voice that I knew all too well.

“Well, well, Mr Tomlinson.” He sneered, throwing a glass bottle at the wall and stumbling towards me. Before I could properly react, his fist made contact with my face, and he hit me, over and over and over, until I was on the floor in pain.

This was the reason my memory had changed. He didn’t find the old Louis comforting his wife, and have a go at him.

But of course, I knew that already…

I’d changed the past on purpose.

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A/N: Now this really is the LAST update!!! Dedicated to @bookwormbrittany  because she wanted an update :p hahahaha

BUT YEA OMFG LOUIS CHANGED THE PAST ON PURPOSE HAFJAHFKJADGSLFADGHAKJDGLAGFAGL my friend who is like pre reading this before I put it up actually hit me hard on the arm when I gave her this chapter to read :P

Hope you guys like it!!!!xxxxxxx