Running Away (a Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Chapter 7

November

Alice's Point of View

It had been a few months since I moved to London and I found myself getting closer to the boys every day.  I was also really close with Danielle and Lily and I considered them my best girlfriends.  Lily had finally come out of her shell and hung out with us and the boys on a regular bases.  She was sitting with us at lunch and everything.  The night at the beach Liam asked Danielle to be his girlfriend and now they were officially dating.  Although they didn't want to admit it, Lily and Niall definitely had a thing for each other and were constantly flirting.  They were also constantly being made fun of for it by the rest of the group.  I really loved these people.  I knew I could be myself around them and all the insecurities I got from being with Ryan disappeared when I was with them.  Everyday at school, or when we hung out I was the happy, confident girl I used to be, but once I got home I collapsed into the weak shell of a person I had become.  I still had nightmares, and I still lived in constant fear, but I forgot all that around my friends.

As we were walking to Music Louis informed me of a party he was having that night and invited me to come.  I told him I'd be there, but I was nervous considering I hadn't been to a party since I came here.  At my old school my friends and I partied every weekend, but this was a whole different scene.  When we walked into music the teacher, Mr. Fitz, made an announcement.

"Alright class, we will be having a talent showcase in a few weeks and, being a part of advanced music, you are all required to perform."  My eyes widened.  I hadn't sung in front of anyone in so long.  I acted excited, but I had butterflies for the rest of the class.  After music Louis drove me home.

"See you around eight?" He asked.  I had already forgotten about the party.

"I'll be there," I smiled and ran in the house.  Daniel was out of town for the weekend, so I was on my own meaning I wouldn't have a problem going to the party, not that I normally would anyway.  I went up stairs and took a long shower to clear my head.  I got out and checked my phone.  I had a text from a number I didn't recognize, but I recognized the area code, it was someone from Albany, New York.  I held my breath as I unlocked the phone and read the message.

"Hey slut, thought you could move to another country and leave your mess behind?  You're such a fucking coward.  You couldn't even face your problems.  Ryan was right when he said you were a needy little attention whore.  I just hope you know that no one has forgotten about you and you better hope you never have to show your face around here again.  I hope you die, skank."

Ouch, that hurt.  I felt tears running down my face, and then it hit me.  If this random person could get my number and find me, so could Ryan.  I cried for a few minutes, but I made myself push the fear out of my mind.  I remembered how confident I'd been lately and I wouldn't let some text ruin the first party I went to here.  I was finally making progress and being normal again, I didn't want to stop now. I straightened my hair and put on more make up than usual adding darker eyeliner, bronzer, and a little eye shadow.  I put on my favorite ripped jeans and looked for a shirt.  I found an old one that had the Jack Daniels logo on the front and a low cut V-neck.  It was really tight on my boobs and it rose up enough when I moved to show my belly button, but hey it was for a party and to be honest, when I was in a bad mood like this I wanted to be reckless, I wanted to do something stupid.  I slipped on some black heels and looked at the time on my phone, it was already 8:30.  I guess I had cried for longer than I thought.

I walked over to Louis' house.  I had been here a few times before so I knew which house it was.  I knocked on the door and a few seconds later Louis emerged holding a red plastic cup.  How cliché.  The minute he opened the door the extremely loud music and the smell of booze hit me.  It reminded me of my old party days and I was ready to let loose, to drown my sorrows.  I walked over to the kitchen with Louis and he handed me a red cup full of punch with some kind of alcohol in it.  I looked over to the counter and saw an open bottle of tequila sitting there.