Where the Story Ends (ending to the Story of Her Life trilogy)

Where the Story Ends: 4

She picked her phone off of the floor.

"Hello?" she wasn't expecting anyone to ring her.

"We just landed." the number was not familiar to her.

"Okay?"

"Oh, sorry. It's Liam."

"Yeah, thanks. I don't have your number in my phone."

"I didn't realize that."

"Do you realize that it's three in the morning then?"

"Yeah. So, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Probably because my phone was ringing."

"Well, were you sleeping?"

"No, I don't have any of my things, yet."

"So, it's just you and the floor?"

"Yep, pretty much."

"Well, we just landed. So, in a few hours we'll fix everything, everything." he told her, letting her relax a little.

She slouched to be more comfortable, but then she remembered that practically put her future in the hands of Louis.

"Um, okay. I don't really know how to do this."

"Yeah? Well, you're handling it like a professional." he said it just because he thought it might bug her.

"Thanks. But has Louis figured it out yet?"

"He was jumping around earlier, so I think he has."

"Good, those magazines do not make me look good. I'd rather not be in them at all, but it's too late for that."

"What do you mean?" she said it as clearly as she could, but he still found a way to be confused.

"I mean, I don't want pictures of me in magazines. What is so difficult to understand about that?"

"No, how do the pictures make you look bad?"

"Have you seen any of the pictures?" she said it in a 'duh' tone.

"Just one, and we all know which one that is." he made it sound like he was talking to a group of people.

"They make me look like a slut, like a cheat, and not to mention, it looks like I'm with Louis."

"That is not good."

"Yeah, no kidding." her snarky attitude wasn't going to get her anywhere, but it was three in the morning, she had a reason to be cranky.

"Well I've got to go. We'll see you later. Goodnight, and actually get some sleep."

"Goodnight."

Forgetting she was sitting on the floor, she flopped to the ground. A groan was released from her lips as she looked up at the ceiling.

White. How plain and simple. If only my life were that simple.

I should be dead. I've nearly died twice in the past three months, but somehow I was pulled from death's grasp.

Oh, that sounds cool. 'Pulled from death's grasp' yeah, I like that...

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"Eli, wake up."She opened her eyes to the sight of her little, blonde roommate looking down at her. "Wake up, someone's at the door, they're looking for you."

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Why did you sleep on the floor?" she had just woken up and Mackenzie was already full of questions.