Girl Next Door (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty

But you only miss the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

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Louis's POV

I slam my fists against the steering wheel and let out a scream as tears streak down my cheeks. The pain emitting from my chest was tearing at my inside, coiling into a tight knot that was suffocating me. For God's sake it was my nearly my birthday and it was already ruined. I pulled at my hair into I was certain the follicles were about to be torn out. I could my throat constricting and burning like scalding tea when you drink it before it has cooled down. Every bone in my body ached and every nerve erupted with anxiety and pain. I could feel my heart pounding and cracking.

I loved Erica... there was no doubt about that but I also loved Eleanor. When Erica first found out about us when I was in Paris, I knew I couldn't tell her I was secretly seeing her but Eleanor wanted to meet my family and said that if I wanted to be with her I had to break up with Erica. I wanted to be Eleanor but I knew I would crush Erica. It was a risk I was willing to take but right now I wasn't sure if it was really worth it. I'd like to think so.

My knuckles were white when I released the steering wheel. I was battling my conscious whether or not to go and get Erica. My mind screamed no and that I was with Eleanor but my heart was begging me to go and chase her.

You wanted her so long and look where that got you

I swore as my conscious started to kick in and thoughts swarmed my head. I opened the car door battling my thoughts and going with my gut. I stepped out into the cold December air and felt a pang in my chest as I thought of Eleanor. I sat back in my seat and slammed my head against the head rest.

"Damn it!" I yelled pounding on the dashboard. I jammed the keys into the ignition and with a hesitant breathe, drove off into the dark. I was letting her go.

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Erica's POV

I picked at the daisies at my feet. I yanked it from the ground as the dirt scattered across my pants. I yanked off a petal.

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me... he loves me not," I cried as I tossed the stem of the now ruined flower. I knew I shouldn't to mad about Louis dating Eleanor... I mean I had Zayn who I had been dating... well for the past hour.

"He is over you, he is done with you, you don't need him," I whispered to myself. I hoped with all my heart he would follow me into the meadow and say sorry and say that he still loved me... but he never did.

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The snow crunches under my boots as I walk up the steps of my porch. I pause at the door before running back down the steps. I open the garage door and search the shelves of nuts and bolts. I move a toolbox and some duct tape. After I few minutes I find exactly what I'm looking for. I take off my gloves so they don't get dirty.

I cross the snowy grass, leaving boot imprints, and head over to Louis's car. I got home to find my mini copper parked two blocks away with the keys hanging from a nearby tree. That little fucker. I open the can of spray paint and shake the bottle. Slowly I press down on the nozzle watching the paint mark his car. A smile crosses my face as I move the can up and down writing exactly what comes to mind.

I laugh at loud as I reread my work.

I'm a fucking bastard

It reads in neon green paint along the right side of his car. I laugh as I open the car door.

"Still hasn't learned to lock his car," I grin like a madman. I spray paint the steering wheel green and the backseat. I climb out of the car and on the rear window spray on final thing.

Fucking Station: Honk if you want some

I laugh as I finish my work. I dash back inside my room and wait for him to walk up tomorrow to find this little birthday present.

"Oh good you are back! I was going to go out after you," Zayn said. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing," I replied trying to hide my smile.

"NO NO NO! You did something. I can see it in your eyes!" he exclaimed. I opened my mouth to say something before he was out the door.

"SHIT!" I cursed kicking the couch. Zayn was going to kill me. I heard a loud laugh from outside and then Zayn came running back in.

"That's why I love you. Stand up to that dick," He smiled kissing my forehead.

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(A/N): Merry Christmas!!!!

Love,
E. xx