-----Kylie's P.O.V.-----
I stumble sleepily down the stairs, grasping onto the metal pole for support. The old wooden stairs creak beneath my feet, seemingly about to break. Once at the bottom of the spiral staircase, I see a dark figure standing in the middle of the musky living room lit by only a small flickering candle. She's short, with long fading purple hair. Clothed in her usual attire of a shirt and shorts, I know immediately who this silluete belongs to. It's Violet. And she's motionless.
"Vi!" I call, clomping down the stairs. She turns to face me, but her dark eyes search around the room as if searching for someone, or something else. Her face, usually equipped with a playful grin, is now twisted in a grimace. Her pink tinted cheeks are stained with salty tear canals. I start towards her to give her a hug, to comfort her, but she inches away from me in sharp, robot like movements.
"He's Gone." She croaks throatily. A soft breeze and slight salty smell from the ocean blow through the room as a result of the gaping front door. My hand instantly flies to my mouth as reality sets in. Besides our short fling, me and Louis never really knew each other, but seeing the way he interacted with Violet, I know he's a good person. I'm tempted to ask, "Are you ok?" But I don't see a point. I've been asked that question many times when I'm definintally not ok.
"What happened?" I ask curiously, not sure how my best friend will respond.
"It's my fault." She says over and over again as I help her into a soft chair. "It's my fault." She murmurs. At that moment, I know what I have to do.
"Stay here,okay?" I suggest, wandering into the kitchen and quietly slipping on my white high top converse and my leather jacket. "I'll be right back." The cold night air greets me as I step out on the porch steps. The moon casts silver highlights on the cracked, worn sidewalk. Walking through the streets without a sound, not even another person's breath, I feel as though I'm living in a fairy tale. I shiver, though I know not if it's from nerves; what will I say to Louis when, if , I find him? Or the fact that the bitter cold has someway found its way through my protective jacket and is slowly seeping into my veins. I shuffle along on the sidewalk, trying to make as much noise as possible to distract myself from the eerieness of night. A lone hoot owl calls out, sad and mournful. My shoes slap on the cracked concrete as I push away pebbles and other small boundaries preventing me from gaining back my best friend's happiness. After about 15 minutes of walking, I see a tall, bulky figure sitting on a bench that compared to him, is pint sized. "Louis!" I call, running towards him.
"Kylie?" His eyes widen, startled.
"Louis, you have to come back!" I plead. "Vi's going insane without you!"
"Wait, wait wait." Louis starts. I cock my head to the side, glancing at him curiously. "First of all, you shouldn't be out here in your condition." He states, eyeing my belly. My bump looks even bigger through the tight form fitting jacket.
"I'm fine!" I breathe, bending down and placing my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I hadn't realized I was breathing this hard until now. Louis takes my hand and helps me into a comfortable position on the bench, then squeezes next to me. I can feel his hot breath on my ear. His breath smells like beer, causing me to wonder what he's been doing in the hour he's been alone. "You've been drinking." I accuse, narrowing my eyes so that they're only slits.
"What do you mean? Of course I haven't! I'm much more responsible than that!" He slurs, tilting to one side slightly. I sigh. I know Louis had drinking problems in the past, but he's been so good lately. I thought Violet has caused him to sober up. I gag and hold back his long cascading locks as he vomits up the warm brown liquid.
"Louis." He ignores me. "Louis." There's tears in his eyes as he turns back to face me.
"I'm a terrible person." He tells me in his thick British accent. I don't know whether it's Lou or the booze speaking, but I decide to press him, and encourage him to go on. "I wanted Niall dead. I wanted him to experience the pain that I felt. I wanted revenge." My cheeks burn up as I realize what Louis is leading up to can't possibly be good.
"What happened?" I ask, biting my lip and trying my best to remain calm.
"I was sleep deprived in that hospital. I was going crazy. I seriously thought about hurting him. Just a little scratch here or there." Louis admits, staring at the ground.
"Lou," I say, grabbing his shoulders and turning him towards me. I insist upon his attention. "It's ok," I speak, gazing into his eyes. "I know you didn't mean it; you were tired and going insane; we all were." I see the hardness of his eyes fall away, replaced with an innocent, childish look. But only for a second, because then the innocence fades away and the hard stare.
"Go away. I'm a monster." He places his hands on my chest and shoves, propelling me backwards. I wave my hands wildly in the air in an attempt not to fall.
"Louis Please!" I say, reaching out a hand to him. He turns away, and the wind gently lifts his brown hair as he swivels towards me.
"Go away," He says, "and don't come back. "
So I do something I thought wouldn't happen. I walk home alone.
"Wait!" A voice calls after me followed by the sounds of slapping shoes on concrete. Louis approaches behind me and slips an arm loosely around my small waist. Frankly, it feels nice, and I don't dare protest.
"Are you really coming back?" I ask with huge eyes. He chuckles softly.
"Of course. Did you really think I wasn't?" Honestly, I doubted that he would come back, but I don't bother telling him that snippet of information as we stroll down the streets with our hands loosely entwined. The house looks like a shack compared to some houses on the street, I realize as I take a quick glance around through the now brightening air. Louis throughs the door open carelessly, not caring that it smacks into the wall, making me wince. "Honey, I'm home!" He cries playfully in a voice sounding like it belongs to a small boy.
"Lou?" Violet calls from the next room, pushing herself out of the chair. Louis runs the small room consisting of nothing more but a sofa and two chairs, and smashes his lips into Violet's, pressing her violently against a wall.
"I missed you." He pants, staring into her eyes. Gazing awkwardly at the ground, I reluctantly decide to give them some privacy. They were just reunited after all, and I would want them to do the same for me and Niall. So instead I hurry up the stairs and into the bedroom where I know Niall is waiting for me.