Gotta Be You - Chapter 1<3

Gotta Be You - Chapter 7<3

                                                                    *Courteneys POV*

Saturdaay today boiz! Last night had gone absolutly amazing, best night ever. Josh he's called. one word, FIT! He's so nice to me, it's like someones actually interested in me and i'm interested in him to be honest. He has gorgeous blonde hair and bright blue eyes, same features as Niall but he looks different. I think he's going to get on well with Niall because he's like obssessed with football, I don't mind though, it's boys for ya. Basically he's my mums friends son and we met the other day and just clicked. So we went for a meal last night. Once I got home and looked at my phone hoping to have loads of messages from the gang asking me what happened and things, but to my disappointement there wasn't. The only message was from my mum. Great friends they are. I woke up with my annoying alarm playing the biebs. LOVE HIM! I skipped downstairs and grabbed myself some breakfast. My phone buzzed in my dressing gown and I pulled it out to see Shems calling me.

- yo babe

- hey courtz, come over now please, we need to tell you something, got to go bye.

And the call ended. Woah, I wonder what's happened. I hope it's nothing bad, I'd hate that to bring my weekend down. I quickly went upstairs into my ensuite bathroom and got undressed. I got a quick shower and pulled some jeans, a hoodie and my converse. I didn't need to look that good, I was only going to Lauren's and El's. I straightened my light brown hair and added a tad bit of make-up to my face. "Bye mum, i'm just nipping to my mates" I shouted towards the lounge, I just about heard her say goodbye when i shut the door. It was now getting a lot colder as it was just at the beginning of September. Nialler's birthday soon. My fingers were starting to go numb by the sharp coldness filling my body. Finally I arrived outside their house and lightly knocked on the door. I stood there for what felt like ages, dancing around trying to get warm. I bet I looked normal, but I was cold. The door clicked and I saw Nicola give me a small smile and stand to the side to let me in. "finally!" I exclaimed, rubbing my arms warming myself up. I quickly took my shoes off and ran into the living room, jumping on the couch next to Zayn. He just looked at me and carried on watching the telly, woah, what's up with him like, he usually says "vas happenin" or something like that. Then I saw him cuddling upto Shems. "YOUR TOGETHER!" I shouted excitedly, pulling them into a group hug. They just smiled. Okay somethings wrong. "you know what, i've come here like you told me to! tried to make an effort, tried to talk to you and not one of you has even said hello!" I said frustrated, I was right though. They'd ruined my weekened already. I jumped up and stormed upstairs, what actual selfish bums!

                                               *Louis POV*

No-one was saying anything, Courteney was happy, she didn't know what Lauren had been through. Lauren was sat in the corner of the room, she hadn't spoke to anyone except Eloise and Harry yet. I could see on Courteneys face she was getting really annoyed. "you know what, i've come here like you told me to! tried to make an effort, tried to talk to you and not one of you has even said hello!" she shouted, storming upstairs. From our perspective she was well out of order, but I felt really sorry for her. She didn't even know anything that had gone on. She was clueless. "should I go?" I asked, standing up. "yeah, i think you should" Vanessa replied, moving closer to Niall. I placed a gentle kiss on Dani's forehead and made my way upstairs. I heard shuffling in the bathroom and quietly knocked on the door. "your bothered about me now are you?" I heard her say, she sounded pretty upset. "just let me in, there's a perfectly good reason for this Courtz, you'll understand if you let me in" I asked. She pulled the door open and her bottom lip was out. She looked a bit upset. I walked in and shut the door behind us. "y'alright my little turtle?" I said smiling. She tried to hold back laughing, but it didn't work, it just looked funny. She was trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. I was just too funny. "explain then big turtle" she said, looking a bit more serious. "there's no easy way to say this, its just horrible.. Lauren got raped last night" I said, I still couldn't believe it. How awful. Courteney didn't say anything, but you could tell by the look on her face she was upset and extremely shocked. "oh my god, im such a bitch!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes. "no your not, its not your fault, you had no idea!" i reassured her. But she continued to shout at herself. In the end I calmed her down and she decided to come downstairs. No all that was needed was to know who did this to Lauren.

                                          *Lauren's POV*

I sat in the corner of the room, feeling sorry for myself. I didn't deserve what happened to me last night, nobody did. I could still feel his warm, unwelcoming breath on my skin, leaving goosebumps at its trail. His scent was lingering around the room and it seemed impossible to get rid of it. I must have gone to the kitchen about a hundred times, spraying round the room. Then with a few odd looks and a number of coughs.  Courteney and Louis had finally come downstairs after a bit of a misunderstanding. It upset me a bit, but how was she to know what had happened to me. She was out on her romantic meal, with her amazing soon to be boyfriend living her perfect life. Lucky for some. There was one major thing in the back of my mind though. It was there. Always was, and will be untill I let it out. I knew who had done this to me. His piercing green eyes his dark hair i'd seen this boy before. I knew his name, ofcourse I did. But the question was should I tell my friends? The closest people to me in the whole world, the people who i could trust with my life. My heart was saying yes, but my head was saying no. I couldn't deal with all the pressure on me, the court, the police, the thought of having to look him in the eyes  one more time. But i was going to have to do that anyway, when Monday came. My heart was screaming tell them, but my head was ordering me not to listen to it. Should i go with my heart? or listen to my head?