the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 6 -- Stranger

I thought I was dead. My life flashbacked:  Mum, Meg, Dad, Dani. My last goodbye. My ears were ringing. Was this how heaven sounded like? I felt the pressure on my shoulders.

“Hello? Love, are you okay? Hey, Harry call the ambulance for her.” Said a voice that I never recognized before. He lifted my head into his arms. Who was this person? Where am I?

“Louis, we have to go before the fans find us,” said another. Louis? Who the hell is Louis?

“You know what, you guys go, without me. I have to take care of this,” the unrecognizable voice has spoken once again. I think his name is Louis, “Hello?” I felt him touch my face, “Do you hear me, love? What is your name?” I tried to speak. Was I really dead? I opened my mouth.

With my last breath, I said, “Elizabeth Edwards.”

“Are you well, Elizabeth?” I tried opening my eyes and I flinched back. All I saw was a blob of red and white.

I tried to lift myself up but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the energy. I feel lightheaded. I finally tried to open my eyes. Above me was a overly concern man. His eyebrows were shrugged upward and his face was bright red. He was breathing really hard and he had a strong scent of Hollister. Who is this person?

“Louis, tell the security. We have to go.” The same voice said again.

“Zayn, all of you. Go ahead without me. I know my London. I’ll get a taxi back to the Soho, okay? Just don’t tell anyone that I’m here,” said Louis. The Soho? Hmm, that name sounded familiar.

“Fine, you do know we have sound check in 30 minutes. We have a gig at the palace tonight. And we have to get ready and stuff. So…just hurry up,” said Zayn.

“Okay, okay. Guys I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Alright, see you later, dude.”

After the sound of the footsteps was gone, Louis resumed his conversation with me.

“Elizabeth, are you well?” he repeated.

“What? Yeah. Sure.” I tried to stand up or at least sit up. “Ouch. My head. Where am I?”

“You know what, don’t move. Let me make a quick call.” He pulled out his phone and started dialing. That’s when I noticed who he was. Louis Tomlinson. The guy from One Direction. I mean ONE DIRECTION. Those must be his band mates. Oh my god. I know exactly where I was.

“You know what, I’m feeling fine now.” With the best of my ability, I stood up and I used the brick wall to support me. He helped me. I quickly shrugged out of his grip. He didn’t let go. He was much broader. He was wearing a red and white striped sweater and blue trousers. He was much taller and his hair was parted to the side. He had brown hair, like me.

“No, sit back down, the paramedics will be hear any second. I have to take you to the hospital.”