Through the Dark | LT

Chapter 38

I walked back to the house with Harry silently as I heard our feet clashing with the dirt trail. As we started approaching the clearing, I stopped. "H-Harry..." I said weakly, and Harry turned around, his face softened. "What's wrong, love?" He asked, genuinely concerned. "I... I'm scared." I admitted, and I looked at my feet. Harry's soft voice replied, "Megan, it'll be okay. I promise." I took a deep breath, and Harry and I entered the house.

I saw Liam, Niall, and Zayn at the front door with the car keys and some bags. Harry looked at me and said, "We're going food shopping, we'll be back in a few hours." Before I could argue, the front door was slammed and the four boys were on their way to the docks. I frowned, knowing that they did this just so that I had to talk to Louis. I stared down the hallway and took a deep breath. I knew this would be hard for me.

I slowly walked down the hall, my feet easily sliding across the wooden floor in my socks. I reached Louis' room, and I inhaled deeply. I was extremely anxious for this conversation, because I had no idea what it was going to be about. I forced myself to knock on his bedroom door. "L-Louis...?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Come in." His voice was strong and confident. I knew that I was in a terrible position right now, but I couldn't turn back. I slowly opened the door, and I saw Louis staring out the large window, his back to me.

"Sit on my bed, Megan." He said quietly, and I obeyed. I shut the door behind me and sat down at the foot of his bed, and I swung my feet out of nervousness. I prepared myself for another scolding from Louis, but what came out of his mouth shocked me.

"I saw you throw the blades and the suicide letters into the ocean."

My jaw dropped, and Louis still faced the window. I was speechless, and I had no idea how to respond to that. He continued, saying, "Megan, I haven't seen you in the house for three days. Where have you been?" He had a curious tone to his voice, and I just looked at his back, and then returned my gaze to the floor. "I... Uhm..." I stuttered, and then I took a deep breath. "I was at the campfire pit, playing guitar." Louis didn't move, and I began to get nervous again.

"What song did you play?" Louis suddenly asked, catching me off guard. I was in awe that he was asking me these things. I took a deep breath and replied shakily, "Look After You by The Fray." I knew that Louis was smiling the slightest bit.

Louis finally turned around, and he began slowly waking towards me. My gaze remained staring at the wooden floor, and he crouched down in front of me. "Look at me, Megan." He said. This time though, his voice didn't have a tone of severity or rage, but of patience. I slowly looked up, and I met his sparkling blue eyes.

"The reason I said what I said to you a few days ago was because..." He paused, and I braced myself for some more brutality. "It was because I can see the true you peeking through, and you're so close to beating this. I can see it. You're so close, and then you fell backwards again. It kills me to see you like this... I miss the old you. The one who had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. The you who would prank me every time I stepped foot into your house. The you who always laughed and was so energetic, outgoing, and light-hearted. I can see her coming back. She's right here." Louis said, his voice slightly cracking. I looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry I've had to put you through all of this crap, Louis... I'm so sorry..." He held my hands in his and said, "Megan... Look at my eyes. Do I look angry?" I shook my head. "Exactly. You helped me through my parents' divorce, and I helped you through this. It's what friends are for." My ears perked up when Louis used the past tense. He was implying that I had beaten depression.

"Also, some of the things I said a few days ago were out of frustration, and I'm sorry. I should never have said anything like I did, and it was completely uncalled for." I scoffed and replied hastily, "No it wasn't. You deserved to yell at me. I was being an idiot." Louis' voice soothed my emotions as he replied, "That's not true. I should never have done or said anything like that to you." I looked up at him, and my green eyes pleaded with his, wanting him to answer my one question.

"When I said that you weren't my best friend..." My breathing hitched, eager to hear Louis' response. He continued and said, "I was telling the truth."

I had no idea my heart could have healed from our last argument, but it was broken yet again. Before I could say anything, Louis tilted my chin up to look at him, and tears were tugging at the corners of my eyes.

"You're another sister to me."

At this point, my emotions had enough, and I began crying. Louis immediately embraced me and whispered to me comfortingly, "Shh... I'm so sorry, Megan..." I replied with an unstable voice and said, "Don't be sorry... I-It's my f-fault... C-Can I ask you something?" I said, looking up at him. "Anything." Louis replied.

"Can we start over? Not just you and me, but the boys, too? I want to leave all the dark and cloudy days behind me..."

Louis looked me square in the eyes and said, "I think that's a great idea."