Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Sammie, what are you doing? You can’t leave me sweet heart. Why would you do this to me?” She holds tightly onto my waist, her eyes pleading, searching deep into mine in the hope that I won’t break her heart. “I need you. I love you. Have I done you wrong? Am I not a good enough mother?” She cries, she cries so much, and I know it’s my fault. “I’ll help you. Both of you. I’ll keep you safe. Just don’t leave. I can’t bare the thought of having to say goodbye.”

It takes me all my force to unwrap her arms from around my petite waste. It gets too much, and the both of us drop to the floor as we fight one another. Her doing everything she can to keep her grip on me, to stop me walking out of that door and disappearing for who knows how long. And me, trying to rip her off of me as I cry with her, apologizing through my sobs.

“I’m not letting you go. I won’t. I can’t.” She grabs ahold of both of my wrists, her nails unintentionally stabbing into my skin. “I know I let you down as a baby, but I’ve got you back now, and I can’t lose you again.”

My heart is already broken as I turn away, leaving her there sobbing on the front room floor.

“You can’t leave me sweet heart. Why would you do this to me?” She mumbles, burying her head in between her knees. “Don’t leave me.”

“Sammie, wake up,” A soft voice demands into my ear.

I stir, still trying to pull myself out of that awful dream so I could open my eyes to this beautiful voice. When my eyes open, a horrified Louis is just inches from my face, his hand resting on my back as he shakes me gently to wake me up. I’d fallen asleep on him a couple of hours ago. In my bed, cuddled up, it was as if life was so easy and we had no care in the world. That wasn’t the case though.

“What?” I mumble, unaware of what’s going on.

He smiles sweetly at me, pushing a piece of my hair out of my face. “You looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I decide not to worry him over the dream I had just had. It would most likely make him even more against me leaving America with him to get away from his father. That’s not what he wants, but he knows I’m far too stubborn to leave him.

“Y-yeah. It was one of those ‘standing on the edge of a cliff’ dreams,” I lie through a small laugh.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

I sit myself up, nodding my head as I do. I pull the covers off myself, feeling the heat right now just a little unbearable, and of course, the face I see in my mind as I close my eyes for a few seconds, is that of my mother’s. It makes me groan in annoyance. Even when she wasn’t here, she was here still. She was still present in my mind, making my decisions for me and being my guilty conscience.

I can’t help but get lost in the strands of Louis’ eyes as he stares back at me intently, looking deep into mine as if he’s searching for something. It was the first time that I noticed the slight color of hazel that looked like it was being leaked from his iris. I smiled a genuine smile when the feel of Louis’ fingertips trailed down the side of my face. My eyes closed.

“Sammie,” he whispers, so quietly that I’m only just able to hear it.

I let a small breath of air exhale through my slightly parted lips, letting all the bad thoughts disappear out of my mind for just a couple of minutes. The only sounds I could hear at the moment were the light breaths coming from Louis.

“Yeah?” I whispered back, slowly reopening my eyes and being able to look straight into Louis’ eyes, even though it was so dark in the room.

“Let’s go and see your mom in the morning,” he touches my chin lightly.

Confused as to why he’s just suggested that, I shuffle myself backwards along the single bed that we have both just been sharing for the past two hours. If I saw my mom before I left, I know that I’d be heartbroken when I look into her blue eyes for the last time in what might be years. I know that I’ll almost breakdown when I give her that final hug, pretending that everything is okay and lying through my teeth to her when I’ll say to her smiling face ‘I’ll see you soon mom’. There’s not a chance in hell that I will be able to do it - to leave her - and Louis knows that.