Dark 2- Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 6

Louis' Point Of View

I sighed quietly to myself as I walked up the long driveway in the dark, using the light of my phone to help me see a little better although it didn't do much. I wasn't sure if Sam's plan would work, Amanda probably didn't even want to talk to me, she still thought I left her. I shined the flashlight around me, making sure there weren't any cars in the driveway. I had to be careful and make sure her dad wasn't still home. Sam's plan was to get her parents out of the house, let me inside, and let me talk to Amanda. If she actually did take me back -which I wasn't sure would happen- we would have to sneak around so her dad wouldn't catch us together or else he would tear us apart again. Sam had said our relationship would be a bit like Romeo and Juliet's, hopefully we wouldn't have to die in the end though. I shook my head, getting rid of all the thoughts that were clogging my mind, I had to focus on Amanda and Amanda only. I reached the front door of the house and before I could even knock the door was flung open and Sam was standing there.

"She's upstairs in her room, it's the second door on the left," he whispered that way she wouldn't hear him talking apparently.

I simply nodded, flashing him a quick smile before I walked to the stairs that led upstairs. I started up the stairs quietly, trying not to make them creak that way I wouldn't give away that I was here. The closer I got to Amanda's room the better I could hear her singing and playing the piano. I used to sit outside the bathroom and listen to her sing because she wouldn't sing for me. She had told me that she hated her voice but I always found a sense of comfort and happiness when I listened to it. I finally reached her room and luckily the door was already open. I felt like a stalker or even a robber just creeping around her house without her knowing it which made me feel sort of bad and even a bit awkward but I just needed to know if she still liked me or not. I stood in the doorway for awhile, just listening to her, a smile finding it's way onto my lips.

"I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee. Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways? Sad to see you go, was sort of hoping that you'd stay. Baby we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day. Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I've thought it through. Crawling back to you. So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart's still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts. Simmer down and pucker up," she sang as she played the piano, her gaze on the black and white keys her slim fingers danced along.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you. I don't know if you feel the same as I do, but we could be together if you wanted to," I sang as I slowly approached her and sat down next to her.

As soon as she heard me she stopped singing and playing the piano, she just fell silent. When I sat down next to her she slid off the stool in front of the piano and stood up, walking to the window on the opposite side of the room so her back was facing me. I stood up slowly and turned to face her but I did not move closer to her.

"Why are you here, Louis?" Amanda croaked and I could instantly tell she was crying, her voice was quiet and weak. If I couldn't see the tears rolling down her cheeks I could always tell by just her voice if she was crying.

"Amanda, I just wanted to talk to you," I mumbled a reply, wanting to reach out and touch her soft skin. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears off her cheeks, tell her everything would be fine, kiss her until she stopped crying but I did not move.

"I don't want to talk to you Louis," she whispered. Those words shot through me, my heart aching just from the pain of hearing those words come from her.

"I need to explain what happened to you," I said quietly, trying to reason with her without straight out telling her what her dad did.

"I don't want to hear your explanations Louis, you hurt me, do you realize how much pain you have caused me?" Amanda asked as she turned around, her glossy eyes meeting mine. "Do you realize how long and hard I have cried? How many tears I have shed?"

"No I don't but your dad did this, he made us like this, I didn't leave you just like I know you didn't leave me. I love you Amanda, I love you so much and I could never ever leave you. Your dad lied to you and told you that I left just because he doesn't like the thought of us being together," I said, mentally hoping and praying that she'd believe me.

"And why do you think he'd do that Louis?" She asked, wiping the tears out of her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Sam told me," I replied quietly, silently begging for her to forgive me although I didn't blame her if she didn't. This wasn't my fault but I knew this wasn't something that could be easy for her to believe.

Amanda just looked at me for a moment but didn't say anything. She bit down on her lower lip before she opened her mouth. She was about to say something when a car pulled into the driveway and the sound of a car door slamming shut cut her off. Her dad's voice could be heard from the driveway as well as her moms. Her eyes widened as did mine when we realized her dad was now home. She looked around the room quickly before her eyes landed on the closet.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand and pushing me into the closet before she got inside with me, shutting the door so we were squished considering the closet wasn't very big.

"Why're you in here?" I asked quietly in a whisper. It didn't make sense to me why she was hiding from her parents, this was her house.

"I told my parents I'd be staying at Max's house because I was supposed to go out tonight but I ended up not wanting to go," she replied.

"Oh, who's Max?" I asked before I felt her fingers on my lips, signaling me to be quiet as the door to her room opened wider and shoes shuffled around the room.

I felt Amanda lean into me, burying her head in my chest as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed the top of her head gently before I rested my head on top of hers. The person -who I presumed to be her dad- moved around the room a moment more before they finally left. Neither of us dared to move though, out of fear that her dad would hear us and come back to the room. It was a bit weird being pushed up against Amanda so much considering she was always so protective I guess we could say. She never wanted to do anything which I was fine with -I mean it is her choice-, it just made being in this situation a little weird although I wasn't really complaining. After awhile we could hear the snoring of her father from the next room over. Amanda quietly pushed the closet door open and the both of us stepped out, stretching our cramped muscles.

"Amanda," I mumbled causing her to turn and look at me, "w-will you take me back?"

Hello my lovelies, I hope you liked the chapter because I enjoyed writing it. Sorry the song took up so much of the chapter, I just thought it was sort of relevant to the situation that Louis and Amanda are currently stuck in plus it's such a good song. I have two questions that I want you guys to answer, the more answers I get the faster I'll update. Ooh, sorry I'm bribing you guys, I just want your answers. Okay so the two questions are:

1.) What do you think Amanda will say? Will she take Louis back or no?

2.) What should Amanda and Louis' ship name be?

Okay so answer these two questions and I'll love you forever (I already love you though.) I love you all, stay beautiful xx