Beyond the Stars *Dark Louis Tomlinson*

Chapter 2

It started in the record store. Then in the parking lot. My flat. The grocery store. Basically anywhere I went I had the feeling I was being watched. It didn't take too long to figure out that it was probably Louis Tomlinson. I'm not exactly sure why he'd be watching me. He came in to the store bleeding and I called for an ambulance. That was it. What else could he possibly want?

Elizabeth tells me that he has his eyes on me. Once Louis Tomlinson has his eyes on something, it's given to him. He must have it. Well, I'm not exactly the last slice of pizza so he can't just have me. I have my morals. Louis is a big boy. He should know by now that you can't always get what you want. Maybe now is the perfect time for him to learn that lesson.

It's a simple Friday night. I can hear the idiotic giggling of girls my age heading to the club. What do I do on Friday nights? Nothing. The party scene isn't for me. Sometimes I write and play music or eat an entire tub of ice cream. But tonight it's just me and my best friend, Netflix, while I eat Elizabeth's leftover chocolate chip cookies.

As I finish up another incredible episode of Daria, I feel the sense again. Louis's watching me somehow. I'm really tired of him just watching me. I have my own life, I don't need a little stalker. I grunt and pull on my sweater and slippers. My wool-knitted beanie finds its home on my head. Time to go confront my stalker. I have a feeling most people don't say that so nonchalantly.

I peer out the window to indeed find a nice-looking black car parked right across the street. Elizabeth did say that she's been seeing that car a lot at night. She says it usually drives away around ten or eleven, which is when I go to bed. It's almost like he checks up on me until I go to sleep. Ugh, that's really creepy. 

I rush down the stairwell and walk into the cold night. Shit, it's freezing. I stomp over to Louis's car. The car door opens before I even get there, revealing him with his brown hair in a messy quiff and his pale blue eyes staring at my every movement. His stare makes me feel small, but I am determined to keep control in this situation.

"Why do you keep following me?" I ask coldly. He shrugs. "Tell me, Louis. I'm getting real tired of seeing your stupid car everywhere I turn. What you're doing is illegal. I'll call the police."

"The police can't do anything," he scoffs. He smirks. "You can't get rid of me."

"I'm not scared of you, Louis. Now leave me alone."

I turn to go back inside. "Wait!" Louis exclaims. He jogs to the other side of me to face me. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me back when I was stabbed. I could have been killed back there."

"So?" I spit.

"I really want to thank you for saving me," he says adoringly before smashing his lips onto mine.

I push him off me. "Stop it!" I exclaim. Anger floods his eyes. "There. You got your little thank-you. You're welcome. Now leave me alone."

"You saved me, Adeline," Louis repeats.

"Alright, I get it!" I turn away from him. "I bet another person would have done the same if you stumbled into another store. Please go away."

He touches my shoulder. "Haven't you ever thought about fate? Destiny? Maybe I wasn't supposed to go into another store. It was destined for me to go into your record store that night. Haven't you heard that everything happens for a reason?"

"Just stop, Louis," I say softly, walking out of his grasp. "Goodbye and goodnight."

Tears prick my eyes as I walk slowly back up the stairs. Goodbye and goodnight. Bad word choice on my end. That was the last thing I ever said to Andrew. I remember it clearly like it was just yesterday and I probably always will. I gripped his hand as the doctor began to put him into his medically induced coma. They were going to pull the plug within the next couple of hours or days. It was up to them. I was crying, but Andrew was so calm. He was ready. He dried all of my tears and kissed me one last time before saying goodbye. A medically induced coma seemed like a peaceful dream, like he was just going into an eternal slumber. So I told him goodnight as an after thought to reassure him that there was still hope of another morning. Of course he never woke up to see another beautiful morning.

Once I reach my flat, I go straight to my bedroom. I reach on my nightstand to grab my silver locket with his picture in it. A single tear sheds down my cheek as I hold the locket over my heart. The cold metal instantly heats up against the outer skin of my heart. I grin and kiss the locket before returning it to it's respected place and turn off the light. The time for sleep is now. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to not see another morning.