Dont close your eyes // L.T (Sequel to Scars...)

Restless sleep

Restless sleep

*Louis' P.O.V

I woke to the sound of my phone beeping loudly. I groaned stopping the alarming sound. I rubbed my eyes rising from the bunk I had slept in the previous night.

I ran my fingers threw my hair as I walked threw the bus, and into the kitchen area. I yawned seeing the rest of the boys sitting around the table, having breakfast and chatting.

I poured myself a cup coffee and sat with the rest of the lads listening to there conversations.

"So boys, you know not to answer any questions about Chantelle or talk about her, right? We'd like to keep this hidden and I know we'd all like to move on passed this." Liam said taking a sip of his orange juice. Many hums were heard around the table, as we all ate or sipped our morning beverages.

"I know if we just keep bringing her up we'll all end up getting more upset.." Niall mumbled. With that Harry rose from the table, mumbling an excuse me and left the room without a glance to any of us.

"So, Lou." Zayn said, pushing his empty plate back.

"Mhm?" I looked over the rim of my coffee cup.

"I heard you mumbling in your sleep last night... Kinda loudly.." He avoided eye contact with me, looking down at his hands.

"Really?.. What was I saying?.." I hummed, setting my cup down, sighing lightly.

"You were like... Talking to Chantelle.. I guess.. You kept saying like, I love you so much. Please dont leave me. And stuff like that. It was pretty upsetting..." Zayn whispered, glancing at the other boys.

"R-really?" I stuttered, looking down at my hands.

"Yeah.... Liam, Niall and I were all waiting for you to finally stop... But you didn't so we just decided to go to sleep.." Zayn sighed.

"What about Harry?"

"He went out drinking again..." Liam sighed, finishing his glass of orange juice.

"He's really ruining himself over this.." Niall sighed standing from the table and walking down the hall.

"I don't get it." I whispered to myself as Liam rose from the table.

"Don't get what?" Zayn asked moving closer.

"I don't get why Harry is so upset when she was my girlfriend, when she was my fiancé. When we have two kids together. Two beautiful children. He doesn't have a reason to be upset." I slammed my hand on the table, huffing in frustration.

"Your sounding selfish.. Like your making it seem like you only have a reason to be upset... You don't. But also Harry had a relationship with Chantelle too... Are you forgetting that?.. They were together when the band first got together.. She carried his children.. His twins.. Haven't you thought that maybe since they kept going back to each other, even when you and Chantelle had something, don't you think that they still loved each other?.. Maybe Chantelle didn't loose everything she had for Harry.. Do you really expect Harry to loose feelings for her, when he saw her every singe day?.. Getting to hear her laugh that he would hear everyday when they were together? Seeing a smile that he knew he caused?.. Louis, you can't sit there and say that Harry can't be upset about the girl he loved dying?.. I know you loved her to, but you seriously can't say he's not supposed to be upset about this... Like all of us are upset but maybe you guys are more upset... But Harry has a reason to be... We all do. But when you weren't there for her, he was. Think about that. Just think how bad of a toll it has on Harry. It has on all of us." Zayn said, standing from the table, whipping his face and walking away.

I sighed running my fingers threw my hair, slouching, looking up at the ceiling.

"Alright boys!" Paul said as he walked into the tour bus. "Let's go and get ready. You've got a concert to perform." He clapped his hands, making his voice echo throughout the bus.

I stood from my place, walking back to my bag and grabbing a pair of black sweats, and a white t-shirt. I pulled them onto my body, sliding on a pair of vans onto my feet. I put my phone into my pocket and walked out by the rest of the boys.

"Alright. You know the drill." Paul smiled pulling the door open.

As I was about to walk out of the bus I was pulled to the side by Paul.

"Listen Lou, I know it's hard, it's hard for all of us. But please avoid all the questions about Chantelle. You can do it, your strong." He smiled then pushed me toward the stairs.

"Mhm." I hummed tucking my hands into my sweatpants pockets, looking down and walking down the stakes of the bus.

The flashes of cameras snapped all around me as I pushed my way threw the crowd of people.

"Louis! Louis!" Someone chanted.

"How are you dealing with Chantelle's suicide?" Someone else shouted.

I sniffed keeping my head down, pushing throughout the crowd. I bit my lip as a tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I just miss her so much, no one understands.

"Are you feelings better now that Chantelle's dead? Do you miss her at all?"

I just wish I could see her one last time. Kiss her soft pink lips, hold her small body in my arms. Feel her smaller hand in mine. I want to tell her that I love her again, I want to be able to hear her laugh, hear her voice speak my voice again.

"Louis! How are you dealing with Chantelle's death?!" Another shoved a microphone in my face.

"Is your life better without Chantelle?!" One laughed.

I whipped the tears from my eyes, pushing the cameras and microphones away from me. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, I looked back to see Paul smiling weakly at me, a small tear rolling down his cheek.

"It's okay, Lou." He whispered, patting my back. I nodded opening the door in front of me, sniffling. I whipped the tears from my eyes, looking up and seeing the rest of the boys with tears rolling down there cheeks.

"I'm sorry boys." Paul said, giving us sympathetic looks.

"Did you hear the things they were saying?" Niall shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why would are lives be better without her?" Liam shook his head.

"There fucking wrong! There all wrong! There pathetic bastards who feed off of everyone else's misery. Fucking bastards!" Harry spat, turning and throwing his fist into a wall.

"Harry, lad. Calm down." Paul said, setting his hand on his shoulder.

"No! I will not calm down!" He turned, jerking his shoulder.

I shook my head, as a tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I sighed heavily walking to the dressing room.

"Okay lads, we have a concert tonight and then were back in the bus and heading to California." Paul smiled weakly.

"Los Angeles!" Niall shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

I laughed lightly, plopping down on the couch looking over at Harry. He had his head in his hands, and teas stained his pants.

This is going to be a long seven months.