Louis's POV
"Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside." I strum on my guitar and glare angrily at my wall before slamming my song book down. Not even Mr. Brightside by the Killers could cheer me up. I was flabbergasted that my best friend would go after my other best friend. My blood boiled inside me as I felt my anger rise. I threw a pencil at my window wanting to shatter the closest thing to me. It bangs loudly, echoing through the house. I walk over to my dresser and grip onto it as my breathing quickens as hot tears start to sting in my eyes. I quickly brush them away. I'm too good for her. I always was. I wish I could hate her. But that seemed impossible since she had been my best friend for so damn long. I hated it but I knew how much my life would suck without her.
I knock on the door startles me and I brush away the remaining tears that had ran down my face.
"What!" I snap, glancing towards the door as Eleanor slowly enters.
"Are you okay love?" she asks gracefully strutting in my room.
"Fine," I reply still staring at my dresser.
"Louis... please don't get mad at me, but do you still have feelings for Erica?" she asks.
"No-"
"Louis, don't lie to me," she snaps back. I hesitate for a moment.
"Yes, but I don't love her anymore. I don't want her," I say.
"Oh," she replies and I can hear the hurt in her voice. I walk over and place my arms around her waist.
"Look, Ellie, I love you. You don't have to worry about Erica. Okay?" I softly say rubbing her back. She buries her head in the crook of my head and nods as I hear her sniffle.
"I don't want to hate her Louis... but it's hard," she cries.
"I know... me too," I mumble softly kissing her forehead.
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Erica's POV
I pace back and forth across the Tomlinson's living room as I wait for Eleanor and Louis to come back downstairs. I hear a bang upstairs and freeze as I scrunch up my noise and gag at the possible thoughts of what they might be doing. I glance over at Zayn and he is grinning like a madman after I announced that we were "dating". He sits in the chair staring blankly at me, but I can tell the gears are whirling in his head.
"God Zayn, if you want her so badly just get a room," snorts Louis as he pounds down the stairs followed by a tear-stained Eleanor. Zayn simply chuckles as I feel my blood boil over.
"Sounds like you and El just did," I shoot back as Eleanor breaks into a sobbing fit. I receive a harsh glare from my dad and if looks could kill, Louis would have just vaporized me on the spot.
"Just because you wish you were still with me doesn't mean you have to act like a bitch to my girlfriend," Louis hisses through clenched teeth.
"Please, like I would still want to be with you," I shout back as my hands clench into fists. Louis scoffs.
"I can't believe I ever loved you, much less was your friend!" He yells. Ouch, that one hurt. I swallow a sob.
"Thanks Mrs. Tomlinson, girls, I think I will be going," I say as I glance to where they are, jaws open and eyes wide.
"Can't even stay and fight your own battles, huh?" Louis shouts as I storm out.
"No! I just don't to argue with someone who is too arrogant to realize the truth," I yell as I slam the front door and sprint home. The wind whips through my hair as I cross the grass and yank open the door to my house. I slam it shut and collapse to the ground as the sobs erupt from my chest and I let out an ear-deafening wail.
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"C'MON ERICA! JUST LET ME IN THE FUCKING DOOR ALREADY!" screams Zayn for the ninth time as he pounds on the door. I sit in the safety of my family room with a mug of tea and a bowl of Fritos curled up behind the sofa. I wasn't taking any chances if Louis was there. I wouldn't let him see me so vulnerable.
"GO AWAY!" I scream, my voice straining as silent tears fall from my cheek. There was no way I would be able to last his birthday dinner tomorrow night or even Christmas. Soundly there was silence outside. I breathed out a sigh of relief before I heard the mud room door which connected to our garage.
"Dammit," I whisper, curling into a tighter ball behind the sofa.
"Erica, you can come out, it's just me," Zayn gently coaxes. I shift behind the sofa to strategically place a Frito in my mouth. I hear footsteps padding softly across the floor and then stop. My heart stops before long arms scoop me up.
"PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTIENCE!" I shriek as Zayn chuckles pulling me up and placing me on the sofa.
"I hate you," I state glaring at him as he plops down next to me and pulls me to his chest. His long fingers rub the nape of my neck as he peppers my head with kisses. A small smile crosses my lips, before I quickly frown.
"What Louis did back there was really shitty and I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you... girlfriend," he says mumbling in my hair. I shrug and close my eyes breathing heavily.
"I don't care... he can continue being a douche in his own world," I whisper tears burning in my eyes.
"You should care, you guys are best friends. I don't like seeing you guys fighting. You become depressed and it's hard for your father and me when you cut all of us off," he declares. Guilt fills my chest as I realize that all of this is partially my fault.
"I'm sorry... I just... it's hard when your mum dies and then you fall in love with your best friend and all that happens," I don't realize I'm crying until Zayn is kissing away my tears.
"Shh shh, it's okay; I'm here, your dad, all of us..." He says squeezing me close to his chest. I slowly nodded my head. Pain stabbed through my chest as I realized the person I needed the most wasn't here for me. I wanted Louis, but I couldn't tell Zayn that, it would hurt him too much.
"How did you get in?" I ask as I slowly got up from the sofa and picked up my empty bowl of crisps and my mug of tea and brought them over to kitchen. I place them on the counter and wash my hands.
"I know the passcode into your garage and the door is always unlocked," he chuckles. I slightly smile as I turn of the running water. The doorbell rings and I froze.
"You want me to get that?" asks Zayn rising from the sofa.
"No it's fine. It's probably my dad," I reply as my hands shake while drying them off. I slowly walk to the door. Right now is about the time I wish I had a peep hole. I take a breath as I open the door.
"Hey," whispers Louis.
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(A/N): NEW UPDATE IN CELEBRATION OF
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8) New update for What is Love
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