CHAPTER 6: LOUIS TOMLINSON, ASHAMED?
Honeymoon in Italy?! WOW. Should I start feeling lucky now? Even my parents had theirs in our house.
Just... Wow.
"Are you somehow attracting flies into your mouth?" I turned to Louis, I didn't notice he was already beside me. Only mere inches away.
When I didn't respond, he pushed my chin to close my mouth that's hanging open; "Err.. uh, thanks.."
There was silence afterwards, I was just looking around the lounge when my eyes spotted a telephone on the far end. Sneaking a look at Louis, he had his eyes closed and I carefully stood up and walked silently.
My feet are aching because of the very uncomfortable heels I was wearing, plus it's clicking noisly on the tiled floor. I had to make my steps as soft as a feather but that was really impossible. So I just ran towards the hallway where the telephone was. I don't care if Louis thinks I'm so stupid to even think about sneaking out. All I wanna do is talk to Ryder now.
Immediately dialing the achingly familiar number, I tapped on my heels, patiently waiting.
"Hello?" finally! His voice.
"Ryder, it's me." I choked out.
"Oh.." he trailed off.
Oh? That was what he seriously just said? Ouch. I mean, I can't blame him for what happened, that I just left him like that. I just wish I could make him understand that I had no choice.
There's no slight chance that I'd tell him about what his father black mailed me with. It will just put him in danger. Ryder is my life, he is everything that I am right now. In all my life, I have never thought I was capable to love like this and to be loved in return. But then he came and showed me how.
So basically, his 'oh' somehow managed to stab my heart with a rusty knife.
"Ryder, I'm sorry. I wish I could make you under-,"
"You promised Morgan." the sound of his pained voice shattered me to the bones. It was never my intention to hurt him. I really didn't want to either. But I had no choice, what power do I have over Mr. Welsh? I'm just 18 for god's sake! I don't even know anything about these kinds of scenarios. All I know is, if I escape this tragic reality this instant, the next thing I'll see, are my friends' and parents' corpse on my doorstep.
And who knows, Ryder's dead body might be lying under my bed? I can't just let that happen now, can I? I just can't think for my own without considering others I care for.
"You don't understand.. Ryder, I love you..-," I felt a tear fall from my eye and I quickly brushed it off. "I love you.. please, do me a favor and try to understand why I did this.. please, Ryder. I can't lose you.." by now I was sobbing.
He was breathing heavily on the other line. I can just imagine the pain shown on his face. At this moment, I really wish I could be there to hug him tight and look into his eyes then I'll tell him, I'll never leave.
But the menacing reality placed me in a life that's unwanted.
"Do me a favor too, Morgan and cut the crap." he snorted.
I know he was faking his tone. Ryder couldn't just say that to me. He couldn't break it to me just like that. I know, he doesn't mean it.
"I won't do that because, I love you.. You have to understand Ryder, I lov..-,"
"Bullshit!" my ears jolted away from his strong and manipulative voice. I've seen and heard Ryder get mad like this but it was never about us.
And now, things between us just turned everything upside down.
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