Chapter 28

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Emma's P.O.V.

I want to chase after him, but I know that it won't do any good. My heart aches for his touch. I need him here, right now. Then why did you say that about his father, stupid? I am so stupid. I guess that it just slipped out. When he yells at me, I lose control over the words that I say. Why am I such an idiot? I kick the table and it moves about 5 inches. My entire life revolves around Louis now, and without him, I'm lost.

I'm glad that my parents aren't home. They would probably come out of their room and scream at me for making so much noise. My toe throbs a little from kicking the table. I sit on my knees and put my head in my hands. What am I going to do? If I'm this messed up after a little fight, what am I going to do when he marries Sophie? Sophie. That bitch! She tried to get into my head and it worked. Now I'm here, all alone, with only Bella to comfort me.

Louis's P.O.V.

I want to run back into the house and kiss her again. I don't know why I stormed out. My thoughts got the best of me. I shouldn't have told her. But, being my dumb self, I did and now everything that matters to me is gone. I don't know why I'm so messed up about a fight like this. Sophie and I fight all the time and we always seem to make up right away. When Emma and I fight, I lose my mind. I mean look at what I'm doing right now. Emma has stolen my heart and can do as she pleases with it. Right now, it is shattered into pieces and can only be healed by her.

I cough and keep walking down the sidewalk. I'm getting sick and it sucks. My feet are aching and I have no idea how long I have been walking for. I wander into a pub and see some familiar faces. Zayn, Liam, and that Harry guy are sitting at a table in the back. Zayn waves for me to come over and I make my way to the table. Liam is smoking a cigarette when he waves to me. Harry gives me a nod before eating some more of his food.

"Take a seat." Zayn pulls out the chair next to him. I sit and order a coke. The waitress leaves and scurries into the kitchen.

"What brings you here, Louis?" Liam asks and blows out a puff of smoke.

"I was just in the neighborhood." I answer.

"So, I hear that you're getting married in a month. That's great, man." Harry takes a sip of his water.

"What's so great about it?" I snap. Marriage is something that I don't want to think about right now.

"I don't know. I just thought that it was great, you know?" He shrugs.

"Well, it's not."

"Damn, dude. Take a chill pill." Zayn leans back in his chair. My stomach hurts. I really am getting sick.

"Whatever." I sigh. I don't need a fucking lecture. I get up and go to the bathroom without a word. Shit, my stomach hurts. I go into a stall and start to let out my insides. I hate the smell of vomit almost as much as I hate Niall. That's saying something.

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