Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Will You?

Chapter Thirty- One

Kik, Death, and Will You?

"Whitney! Let's go! It's time. Louis is waiting at the restaurant." Liam pounded on the hotel room door. I stood off the bed and took a final look in the mirror.

Knowing it wasn't going to get any better than this, I unlocked and opened the door. I put on a smile as the four boys gasped.

"You look fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. All set?" Harry asked. I nodded, after grabbing my little clutch off the bathroom counter. I turned around and scanned the room for anything I might have missed before closing the door.

It was a comfortable silence as we rode down the elevator. That silence was quickly pierced as screams came flooding in as the doors opened on ground floor. Apparently it had finally gotten around that the boys were staying at this particular hotel.

The boys waved and smiled politely at the fans as I turned to the back of the hotel. Paul opened the door only for screams to flood through that door as well. He quickly shut it.

Seems fans had figured out our methods of leaving the hotel if not out the front area. The boys started complaining about the fans becoming too smart for their own safety and too forward as well. I quickly shut them up as I asked how far the restaurant was.

"About 40 miles away." Liam replied. My eyes bulged. I'd have to wait 40+ minutes to be fed?! I groaned and flung my head back out of exasperation. As I looked at the ceiling, a thought came to me.

"Does this hotel have a helipad?" I asked no one in particular.

"I think so." Paul replied.

"Does the restaurant have a helipad?" I asked. Ridiculous but it was California.

"I don't know. I'll call and ask." Paul excused himself to make the phone call.

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An hour later, we were in the air and halfway to wherever I was meeting Louis at. I looked out the window of the helicopter and marveled at the view we were flying by.

Everything in California was beautiful at night. From the city lights, to the little neighborhoods here and there to the beach with the pier walks. I loved it here but I was starting to get homesick.

Soon the helicopter landed and I held down my hair so that the chopper wind wouldn't mess it up too bad. I smiled widely when I noticed Louis running towards me to help me get in.

I looked behind me and noticed it was just myself who got off. Louis and I waved goodbye to the lads before going inside the restaurant.

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Louis' POV

I struggled to contain my joy that she had said yes to this date. There was a lot more yelling and arguing before I called truce for a date. We had been able to get out what we had wanted to and it felt good.

Whitney had held in a lot of anger towards me for very good reasons. I wasn't who I was before, granted I had been shot and had simultaneously lost my memory for a set period of time.

Part of me knows how but I never told Whitney what had happened. I already sounded delirious when I told her that I genuinely had no idea of who she was and I hadn't a clue why it all disappeared but then came back when it did.

It was a very complicated situation that didn't seem very planned out. But love makes you do stupid things. That's what this was: love. My god, I loved Whitney.

I will never stop loving her, I will never stop wanting to make her happy and make her feel safe. I will never stop wanting to make her laugh or stop trying to get her to be apart of my life. My crazy, delirious life. I've had the time of my life while she's been in it.