Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Phoebe's POV
"I'm not a-"

"Louis!" I shriek. A car comes speeding through their red light and he doesn't even see. I feel the brakes and an arm across my stomach. It's impossible to breathe. I wait of some kind of slam or impact, but it doesn't come. Louis screams something, but my ears are ringing. His arm leaves me. My pulse doesn't slow down as I recall the past.

Flashback
"I'm leaving losers." I say and my friends all laugh with me. It was the after prom party at my friend Marcus's house. I had my last cup of whatever he had mixed with punch and I was ready to go home.

"No, stay!" Beverly whines. I hate her voice so much. Whiny and bitchy, but yet again I laughed. I had to stick with her though. This was high school.

"I'm going home!" I shout excitedly and she laughs. I join her. I then turn and leave the house. My head spins as I reach my car. The keys are in the bottomless pit I call a coat pocket. The cold metal hits my skin and I fumble with the lock. It turns and into my car I go. The radio blasts and I'm flying down the highway. I see a few cars fly by and hear a few honks. I only have a few minutes till I'm home now. My light turns red and I groan. I see no cars nearby, so I race through the intersection. Then, I see a truck. My car swerves and I feel a sharp hit. My body launches and I stick my foot down, smashing it on the car. My windshield shatters as something smashes my face. The airbag. My body swings backwards. Why wasn't my seatbelt on? I feel a sharp pain. My ankle, holy shit it burns. Oh my god, the pain! Why does that hurt so much?

"Christ." I mutter.

"Help!" I shriek.

"Help me please!" I yell and try to move. My ankle shoots pain up. I sob. I begin to shake and cry harder.

"Hello? Are you in there?" Someone asks.

"Please! Please!" I scream.

"She's in there!" Someone yells. I feel someone grab me and I scream.

"What hurts?" Someone asks.

"My ankle. My ankle and my head." I realize my head is pounding hard and I black out.

I blink and see I'm at the mall with Louis. The vision was as vivid as the night it happened. After that, I left my home. I couldn't look my parents in the eye any longer. I finished high school with no friends, B's, and one A in my writing class. I got kicked off the football team. I lost my football scholarship, and I got accepted to Uni by luck. I could have killed myself or someone else that night and it was because I wanted to fit in with that stupid Beverly girl. No one stopped me at that party. No one tried to help me and it's my fault. I should have died that night. Louis's voice breaks my dark thoughts as I leave the car.

"Phoebe?" He calls me and I look up slowly.

"Just scared me a bit." I say and he nods.

"You're safe." He says and I nod.

"I know. I know. Let's go." I say and head toward the mall.

"It was the idiot running the light, not my fault." He says. He must have caught up with me.

"I know. It just scared me." I say and he seems content with the answer.

"Let's go get some gifts?" He asks and I nod. I give a small smile and the next thing I know, Louis pokes my cheek. I roll my eyes and we keep going.

*

We've been walking around a store for hours and I've honestly never been in here before. It's some expensive store with jewelry and other accessories. He must be looking for the teenage girl or his mum. He points at some pretty ugly things and I have to shake my head before the sales lady thinks he's serious about it.