How long have I bee in this house? 4 days? That seems about right and Louis is getting more and more suspicious. I'm getting worried. I think he now light now but I don't want to confront him; to tell him that I am... well..me. could you? tell your old best friend that your you? I know I cant because after you do they want to know why; why you left; why you did what you did. if only vampires would time travel and this would have happened. I would go back in time to when I went to the cemetery when I was about 9 and not go but then would I have met harry? would we eventually meet and go out like now? I don't know.
I walked into the living room and plopped down on one of the couches and outstretched my arms across the back.
"Well hello Sam." Louis greeted in a weird and creepy way.
"Um... Hi Louis." I cocked my head to the side to meet his face.
"How's your day been?" he sat down next to me and half turned to face me.
"Fine."
"That's good."
"I guess?"
"What did you do in your childhood? who was your best friend?" He asked suspiciously.
"Well I was a very fun child and my best friend was a kid named Miley and she was amazing why?" I answered in matter of fact kind if voice.
"Really? And where did you live?"
"In Doncaster." I answered in a duh voice.
"Where in doncaster?"
"Um Martin st.." I trailed off.
"So. Did. I. Where did your friend Miley live?"
"The next street over on Olive rd." which wasn't a lie, I actually did have a friend named Miley who lived on that street but we weren't so close.
"What number?"
"Why are you questioning me?" I shook my head not quite grabbing the concept on why he was doing this.
"Answer the question."
"3, she lived in house number 3. you happy now?" I stood up and walked back to Harry's room.
I rushed through the door and slammed it shut at the slightest.
"Whoa! Babe! whats wrong?" Harry laughed a bit.
"Not the time Harry, I'm in deep shit."
"Whoa don't swear."
"No time for that! I-I am almost-never mind you won't understand!" I tugged at my hair and Harry came up and sat me down on his bed. He held me close and rubbed my back.
"Shhh babe... whats wrong..."
"Ugh! I can't tell you I'm sorry. I need Mandy." I rushed out and went into Zayn's room which was only 2 rooms down.
I pushed open the door and saw Zayn on his phone and Mandy doing her nails.
"Zayn out. Now." I pointed with my thumb behind me to the door. he looked up and scrunched up his eye brows.
"Wh-"
"Now." I hissed and he walked out.
Mandy was starting at me in question.
As she was putting away her bail polish she asked, "whats the emergency?" she set her bottles on the ground beside her bed. I turned around to lock the door and walked up to her bed and took a seat.
"Louis is real close. Too close. I think he knows, but I can't be to sure." I took a glance at the door as I whispered I her.
"Why? How do you know?"
"He was asking me detailed questions where I used to live and who was my childhood best friend and where they lived. he sounded suspicious and like he somehow knew. but how?" she furrowed her eye brows.
"And that last thing we need him to find out is our...thing... if you know what I mean." she nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty damn sure he might know, but I don't want to ask him. he might say he does or doesn't. If he admits it he might try and find out the other thing but if he says no he would get more suspicious. I don't want either of them to happen and I know one of them soon will."
"Ok well how about you let me hang around him more and get close to him a little more and see what he knows."
"Do to you think you can do it without getting caught?"
"Worth a shot."
*louis P.O.V*
"Worth a shot." I listened in in their conversation yet again.
Whats the other thing there hiding? Mandy's going to get close to me to see if I know something. Should I back her off or let her get closer and trick her into telling me? I need to think.
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