Broken (1D Fanfic)

I may have failed but I have loved you from the start - Secondhand Serenade

(Quinn’s P.O.V.)

I woke up in Louis’ bed. I looked outside and it was still nighttime and Louis wasn’t there. I grabbed my phone quickly and texted Luke.

Quinn: What do you mean how are my parents?

Luke: I take it you have no idea where they are?

Quinn: You know where they are? You’ve had them?

Luke: I didn’t. I do now. They were in a right pickle. Don’t worry, they’re under my…protection now.

Quinn: Where are they? What did you do with them?

Luke: Don’t worry. They won’t get hurt as long as you do what I say.

Quinn: What do you want?

Luke: Break up with Louis. Then come home.

Quinn: What? No! I’ll come home but I’m not breaking up with him!

Luke: You’ll do what I say or your parents will die you ungrateful whore!

Quinn: Why do you want me to break up with him? What do you care about our relationship?

Luke: You’re too much in the spotlight dating him. Dump him. There will be a plane for you tomorrow Morning at eight your time. See you soon.

I threw my phone across the room in anger. I knew that now was not the time to cry. I didn’t want to cry. I wanted to be strong this time; I wanted to win. It was hot in the room. I went over to the door and opened it, letting a cool breeze in through the balcony.

I stared at the ledge and walked forward in a dreamlike manner, as if something was pulling me to the edge. When I reached it, I gripped the banister tight, watching my knuckles turn white. I stared at the streets below with a sort of intrigue.

I stood up on the chair, grabbing onto the small bit of roof jutting out above me. I stepped up onto the ledge, staring down. I was on the fifteenth floor, high away from the others. Luke couldn’t touch me up here, not now. I took another step.

What if I jumped up and into the wind, flying away? I wouldn’t have to break up with Louis, I wouldn’t have to face Luke, and I wouldn’t have to pretend. I could just fly. I took another step.

I had one foot firm on the concrete ledge, the other hanging precariously over the city below. I heard a clatter behind me and knew Louis was coming. I climbed off the ledge quickly and leaned up against the cold concrete, gripping the corner tight.

“Quinn?”

(Louis’ P.O.V.)

On the way home, Quinn slept. I stared at her beautiful face, contorting slightly in the streetlights, and I worried. She was a little different now; not quite so quick to laugh. It was obvious she was still thinking about Luke.

I carried her to our room and then went downstairs and got myself a glass of water. I sipped it slowly, leaning against the sink. There was a clatter behind me and I turned around.

“Oh shit. Sorry,” Alex muttered as she knocked over a bowl and picked it up quickly.

“It’s fine,” I said with a smile. She looked at me sadly and put the bowl down, looking at me seriously.

“Louis, you know this isn’t over, don’t you?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not an idiot. I knew Quinn and Luke before this and I never knew the real reason of their break up until today, and to be honest, it makes a lot of sense.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything. I knew how they were before this. Luke was the last guy you’d expect to do…that. Trust me. Thing is, Quinn still sees the old him inside of him somewhere, she always has and always will. She loved him. You think she wants her first love in jail for life?”