Twilight (One Direction Larry) ON HOLD!

Chapter 9

Louis glared at me and started walking down the long room to the end. I had to run to keep up with him. When we finally passed through the doors and into the empty hallway he turned towards me, his annoyance lighting up his features.

“What do you want?” he said. His eyes were cold and they rattled me for a second.

“You owe me an explanation.” I say trying to get back my confidence.

“I saved your life. I don’t owe you anything.” Oh no! He was not playing that I saved your life so be grateful card. I was not letting him get away with that!

“You promised!” I say squaring myself and stepping closer to him.

“Harry. You hit your head. You don’t know what you're talking about.”

Now I was really pissed. Like hell I don’t know what I'm talking about… I do know what I'm talking about right… Of course I do! “There's nothing wrong with my head! I want the truth!”

“What do you think happened?” Louis snapped.

“All I know is that you weren’t anywhere near me when the car was about to hit me and the next moment you were. It’s like you travelled at super speed or something!” I say exasperated. Why won’t he just tell me the truth! “And you left a dent or something in the other car but you're not hurt at all! And the van should have crushed my legs but you were like holding it up or something!” I could hear how crazy it sounded but I was so mad I could feel tears threatening to fall in my eyes.

Louis was just staring at me incredulously. His face was tight and defensive.

“You think I lifted the van off you?”

I just nodded not trusting my voice right now.

“Nobody is going to believe that.” He says tightly.

“I wasn’t going to tell anyone.” I'm trying to get my emotions back into control not wanting to seem weak in front of Louis again.

He looked at me surprised. “Why does it matter then?”

“It matters to me.” I insisted.

Louis sighs and turns away from me for a second. Turning back he replies, “Can’t you just thank me and get over it?”

“Thank you.” I say still staring at him determination filling my eyes.

“You aren’t going to let it go are you?”

“No.”

“Well in that case I hope you enjoy disappointment.” He turns to leave but I speak before he has a chance.

“Why did you even bother?”

He pauses for a brief moment before answering his back still to me.

“I don’t know.”

With that he turns and walks away, anger still burning in my chest.

When I could walk I make my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

The waiting room was more unpleasant than I feared. It was like everyone was there. Seriously! I haven’t been in the town long enough to make this many friends!

Des rushes to my side.

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” I try to assure him. I'm aggravated and not in the mood for chitchat.

“What did the doctor say?”

“Dr. Cullen told me to I was just fine and I should go home.” I notice Tom, Max, Eleanor and Perrie there trying to make their way towards me. “Let’s go.” I say not wanting to answer their questions now. Actually I don’t want to answer any more questions for the rest of my life. Ive had enough questions today.

Des puts one arm near my back not quite touching me as he leads me to the exit. It frustrates me that he feels like he needs to help me to the car. I don’t have a broken bone or anything! God!  

We drove home in silence. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize we were home until Des knocked on my window.

As we were making our way to the house Des finally spoke.

“Umm… You need to call Anne.” He said slight discomfort coating his words.

I turn towards him shocked and annoyed at the same time. “You told Mom!” I near shout.

“Sorry.”

I stomp off towards my room and slam the door a little harder than necessary. I had to call Mom before she had a fit. Well actually I knew she already was having a fit but that isn’t the point. I needed to call her before she killed me.

I picked up the phone and dialed her number being careful to keep the phone as far from my ear as possible but still being able to hear her, which wasn’t hard at all. It took her at least fifty times of me saying that I was ok to calm her down and when she did she insisted that I come home obviously forgetting that her and Phil were on the road right now and no one was at the house.

Her pleas were easier to resist than I anticipated. Perhaps it was because despite the dullness of the town and people I was finally starting to become comfortable here to perhaps it was the fact that I didn’t want to be completely alone in Phoenix. But I knew the real reason I didn’t want to leave. Louis Cullen. He was such a mystery that I had to find out more about him. Who was he and what was behind the mystery that was Louis Cullen?

I decided that I might as well go to bed early tonight to avoid more questions from Des, though he still hovered around me as I was getting ready to go to bed. Finally getting fed up I grabbed some Tylenol from the bathroom to satisfy him and retired to my room once again. The Tylenol, though I would never admit this to anyone, did help. The pain in my head receded slightly and I drifted off to sleep quicker.

That as the first night I dreamed of Louis Cullen.