27th July 2013. The start of the Summer Break. The golden sun; the luscious, emerald green blades of grass; the infinite blue sky. Not here, in Lindale.
Even at night, the air is still frozen. The strong breeze picks up, teaching my brown locks to dance. My numb fingers fiddled with the keys as my feet lead me to the porch. I was still dizzy from the amount of drinks I had consumed at the night club, but still sober enough to find my way home. I tilted my head up to face the pitch black sky, as I gazed at the glistening stars. The light radiating off the luminous buildings of York leaked into the bottom corner of my vision. That's why I was called Skylar I guess. My first word was "star", or a baby version of the word anyway. Every night when I was young, I would lean out of my bedroom window, to spot the moon and admire the stars. I'm extremely interested in Astrology you see, I always have been. It ignites a spark in me, a certain -
A loud bang disrupts my thoughts, the source coming from the back garden. I curiously shuffle to the gate at the bottom of the drive. The creaking wooden gate opened, revealing a snapped tree branch, the swing collapsed underneath. Tears brimmed my green eyes as I remembered that the swing was our swing. Mine and Louis'.
Louis.
Its been a few years now since he left for the X Factor, yet it feels like a lifetime. We were the best of friends; always there for one another, always playing, always smiling. We both attended the same school, 5 minutes from our street: Lindale Grammar. Every weekend would be spent with each other, either studying, talking, or laughing. I still remember that day he left.
His family, my mum and I were outside of his house as he placed his black suitcase in the taxi boot. The salty tears kept on falling as the boy in blue stripes strolled towards me. His soft thumb caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears. "Please don't cry," he whispered, his voice low in my ear. "Do you still have my number?" I nodded. He continued, "I'll call you, skype you, and text you as much as I can, every day if possible. I promise" And with that he hugged me tightly, and I treasured the few seconds we had. "I love you," he whispered, pressing an intimate kiss to my lips. Backing away slowly, his blue eyes remained fixed on mine as he climbed into the taxi, and drove away.
All I needed was that kiss for Louis Tomlinson to steal my heart. But he stole it and never returned. He never kept his promise; after a month of calling, he suddenly stopped, leaving my pillow soaked with tears every time I didn't see his name light up on my screen. I sometimes wondered if he was just so busy with One Direction interviews and tours, that he simply didn't have the time. But then I heard about the band having a break to see their families, and Louis never came.
A sharp crunch comes from underneath my feet, discovering a piece of glass, broken off of a glass bottle. Confusion puzzles my toughts, before realisation hits my senses, finding that I was there when this certain piece of glass was left on these blades of grass.
My small feet dangled down from the swing as I patiently waited for Louis to return with the lemonade. It was my 11th birthday in 15 days, and I fantasized about the glorious gifts that Auntie Jay would present me with. Auntie Jay isn't actually my Auntie, but she is like my second mother. I raised my head up to face the house, just in time to see my daddy walk towards me. "Hello Daddy!" I smiled all perky.
"Don't you give me that, you little shit," A great hand came into contact with my face. I began to sob as he continued. "You keep your filthy little hands off my work, you hear?"
"But I-" my denial was silenced by a punch to the stomach. The breath was knocked out of me and I fell backwards, to be caught by two male arms. I was carefully laid on the ground and I swivled my head, just in time to catch the sight of Louis smashing the lemonade bottle against my dad's head. My dad slowly collapsed, howling in pain, as Louis held me in his arms and sprinted through the gap in the fence to safety.
My dad was an alcoholic and left us for another woman when I was 13. He constantly abused me and my mother, so when he left, relief flooded throughout to household, but my mother was still devastated. After all, she loved him. I stare at the small gap in the fence, where me and Louis used to transfer from my garden to his, next door. Standing idly for a few minutes, I spin on my heels, walking steadily into the house.
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Lost For Words || One Direction *ON HOLD*
FanfictionAfter the traumatic events casting shadows on her childhood, Skylar Rose is no ordinary teenager. Her best friend left her and his family to go on the X Factor, and hasn't returned home since. However, when he returns with his band mates, will they...