When You said 'Rock Me', Is This What You Meant? | l.t (Book l) [unedited]

Chapter Thirty Three

Louis' POV:

I sat with my knees pulled close to my chest on Zoe's empty bed. I knew where she was, simply because it was the only place she could go. I ruined everything for her besides one thing.

Sebastian's beach house in Brighton. But did I really wanna go there right now when my break up and my daughter were all over twitter? Not right now. Maybe after the private concert. The private concert Zoe was supposed to go to.

I held my aching head in my hands as I replayed all the stupid things I said to Zoe. It could've been worse but I'm glad it wasn't.

"Lou, we have to go." Harry softly knocked on the door. I put my head between my knees, my arms on top of my head.

"I'm not going." I sobbed.

"It's not One Direction without a Louis." Harry softly said, coming into the room.

"Go find another one." I whimpered as I curled into a ball on my side, inhaling the mattress that smelled nothing like Zoe.

"Okay." Harry said, and left the room, closing the door with a click.

"He's still crying." Harry whispered.

"Well I wonder why, Harry?" Zayn said mockingly. I tired to drown them out, but when I did Zoe's tortured face haunted me.

"Louis, c'mon now. Seriously. The concert's forty minutes from where she is." Zayn said forcefully.

"So?" My voice was hoarse.

"So you guys can talk it out after the concert." Zayn smiled. I figured it was the only logic for me to go, so I sighed as I climbed out of the bed.

"You look horrible, bro." Harry said. I rolled my eyes and glared at him as I went to the bathroom. I made myself look presentable after a hot shower. I brushed my hair, which was getting too long.

 "Let's go so Louis can get Louise to do his hair." Liam mumbled to himself as he passed the bathroom door.

"Liam, you smell funny. What cologne are you wearing?" I asked, walking near behind him.

"What's it smell like? Huh Louis?" He snapped, and dashed down the stairs. I gaped in his direction, and huffed as I followed behind him.

He sprayed his normal cologne on and popped in a piece of chewing gum. We piled into the car and I gripped my cell phone in my hands tightly, waiting for Zoe to call or text me.

I plugged in my earbuds and listened to sad music as we drove slowly, the pavement slipping from under the tires and far behind us. All the while a stupid voice in my head told me how stupid I was.

We pulled into a parking lot and a SUV pulled beside us, helping us get into the building.

We stayed behind the scenes while everybody settled into the room and they got things set up. When we were called up, I pushed all of my emotions back, ready to preform my best.

I stood on the stage, glad to be in a room with randomly selected fans. I grinned at the smaller sized crowd than normal, maybe one hundred people. Nobody cheered, moved, smiled, or anything. I felt uneasy and smiled a weak smile before awkwardly looking at Liam.

“How are you tonight, guys?” Liam asked loudly after making sure his sleeves were pulled down, hoping to get some energy. All I felt was tension.

“Okay, good. This first song is a cover of Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me.” Zayn announced. A single ‘woo-hoo’ rang in the room. Harry made an odd face at me, and I shrugged, confused.