Kara (A Louis Tomlinson Story)

Chapter 2

I sit on the bus waiting to hear something from Harry. Everyone is silent expect Niall who keeps saying all the terrible things that could have happened. Finally I hear Harry's british accent fly through the air, "You guys come quick you need to check this out!"

We all rush outside and circle around the bus until we find Harry on the back left tire. As I draw closer the tire becomes more and more visible. I squint trying to make out what I see. Three giant slashes have been made through the tire. The tire is almost falling apart. Harry examines them closely while I stay back thinking of what could have caused this.

"What do you think happened? It looks like someone took three knifes and slashed them through the tire." Liam says.

"I don't know, but it had to have been something on the road." I say.

"No I already checked all the way down the street. Theres nothing in sight. I did find this note though when I was coming back. I swear it wasn't there before. It literally popped right there in front of me. It probably means nothing, but it had one of your names on it..." Our bus driver says as he walks back to us.

He hands the slip of paper to me. I stare down at it closely eyeing the hand writing. Its hard to read, but barley visible. It surely says my name on it, but I can't make out the note. The handwriting is faded and looks very old. I make out the words, told, tell, if, then, luck, and signed with a name, but I can only make out the letter M. I throw the note on the ground.

"Come on you guys it means nothing. I can't even read it. Now can we get out of hear?"

The bus driver runs his hands over his neck and looks up at us. "Now I'm sorry, but it seems we don't have an extra tire we used it last week. I'll go call some road side assistance. You all can wait inside of the bus."

I follow the boys back into the bus and sit down on the couch. The note didn't mean anything. Did it? I don't understand what it means. Maybe, just maybe...

"Hello earth to Louis! Are you playing or not?" Harry questions me. HIs eyebrows are furrowed and he keeps rubbing his hands together.

"Ah sure. Yeah I'll play. What are we playing?"

"We are going to go play poker."

"How many bags of Cheetos do we need?" Liam asks.

"Three to four." Harry replies.

I  appreciate their efforts to help forget about the weird events that have occurred today. I don't want to dwell on the note, I mean it can't truly be anything other than a crazy fan, right? 

I climb the stairs back into the bus along with the other guys to start up our routine game of poker. Before I know it we've forgotten all about the slashing of the tires and we're throwing Cheetos at Zayn for cheating once again.