Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16 – Louis POV

I woke covered in cold sweat as usual.  I felt my heart racing and I was shaking but I couldn’t remember what the dream was about.  This had become a regular occurrence over the last few months and it was tiring me out.  Even the fans were noticing, saying that I had become distant to the rest of the band.  It was true, when we weren’t working I was trying to sleep or stalking this Frankie girl.  God I was obsessed with her and I don’t even know why.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts and I shakily wondered towards the door to find Zayn standing there smiling.  

“What?” I snapped at him.  I didn’t mean for it to come out like that and I could tell Zayn didn’t expect it either from the way he took a step back.

“Uh, Frankie’s coming for supper.  So like us guys, Frankie, Danielle yeah” I felt something in me lighten and my heart began to flutter.  Jesus, I was starting to act like  a teenage girl with a crush.  I gave him a smile,

“That’s great, see you later” before I shut the door quickly.  I didn’t do it to be rude but I needed some time to collect my thoughts and realise something.  I was seeing her later. 

I wondered around my house as if I was in a daze before deciding the best thing to do would be to take a shower and go out.

I showered quickly and grabbed my keys.  I could go out, meet some fans, make people happy and then come back in time to get ready for Zayn’s supper thing.  I drove to the closest shopping centre, parked and got out of the car.  I hadn’t told anyone that I was going or where I was going and I knew I was going to get in shit for this later but I didn’t care.  Didn’t management want us to be seen as fresh faced and friendly towards our fans?

I walked across the bridge which connected the car park to the shopping centre and I was already getting looks from people.  Mainly people in their 30s or 40s, they probably are trying to work out where I’m from.  It felt good not to cover my face to hide the paparazzi or not to be flanked with body guards who would stop anyone from talking to me.  I quickly walked into TopShop, straight into the men’s section.  I could do with some more shirts, maybe another pair of jeans too. 

I turned around to see a girl around 16 staring at me open mouthed.  I smiled and waved at her and I thought for a moment she was going to faint.  That would be a great news article I thought sarcastically.  I walked over

“Hey do you want a picture or something?” I asked gently and she nodded shakily before pulling out her phone.  I smiled as the familiar click of the phone went off.

“Thank you so much, can you follow me on twitter.  Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude” She started blushing as she rambled and I laughed.

“Sure love” I pulled out my phone and went onto twitter “Type it in”.  I waited as she did before giving her a hug as she walked off still looking a little dazed.  I chuckled to myself before grabbing some jeans and t-shirts that were my size and paying.  Looking outside the shop I realised I had to leave soon, as the crowds grew so did the chance of me getting mobbed, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t been noticed all ready.  I quickly walked with my head down towards the bridge, finding out that that doesn’t work great when you walk straight into someone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry I-“ I started rambling before I got cut off by a hug.  I looked at the person in confusion.

“Thank you for saving my life” The girl whispered into my ear before walking off into the crowds.  I looked around desperately for her, surely there was something that I could do to help her?  She’d disappeared and I hoped she was going to be okay.  I sighed and continued walking across the bridge to the car park, noticing the paparazzi at the end of the bridge and sighing slightly.  It didn’t take long for the word to get around that Louis Tomlinson was walking around a shopping centre. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder and came face to face with two teenage girls, probably 13 or 14.

“Hey we’re HUGE fans omg can we like get a picture” I smiled as the both took pictures of each other with me.  “Are you still with Eleanor, we shipped you two SO hard omg” I cringed slightly at the sound of her name

“No, we broke up a while ago.  It wasn’t working out” I said calmly even though I could feel my heart breaking inside.  I didn’t want to talk about Eleanor, that was too fresh in my memory, anything but Eleanor.  “Anyway I have to go now, sorry” I said quickly and walked away as I saw them open their mouths to ask another question.  I thought going out would be fun but all I want to do now is curl up in a corner and go to sleep.

As I walked towards the paparazzi I felt myself breath faster, I knew I’d get the normal abuse but I was hoping that maybe today they might realise that I’m a human being with feelings. 

“LOUIS LOUIS over here mate”

“Is it true Harry’s going solo?”

“You fags should break up already, you’re killing music”

“Ungrateful twat, won’t even look at us”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking towards my car.  50 metres

“Have Liam and Danielle broken up?” No I thought

40 metres

“Where’s Eleanor?  She’s too good for you” Ouch that hurt.  But it’s true

30 metres

“Is this the end of One Direction?”

20 metres

“Is it true you’ve been dropped my your management team?” I wouldn’t know.

10 metres

“Everyone would be better off if you killed yourself” He’s right you know, they would

I opened the door to my car as quickly as I could and slammed it behind me, feeling the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.  No, not here, not now.  This can’t happen.  I glanced at the dashboard, seeing it was already 4pm, at least I was busy for the rest of the day.  I could focus on seeing Frankie again. 

I parked in the regular parking lot and ran up to my flat slamming the door behind me and letting all the tears flow.  Why do they have to be so mean?  What have I ever done to them?

I wiped my eyes and thought about my life, about Eleanor and Frankie and I realised something.

The hardest part of losing someone isn’t have to say goodbye, but rather learning to live without them.  Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that’s left inside your heart when they go.