Cinderella's Missing Tom- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction

Chapter Eight

Cinderella's Missing Tom- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction: Chapter Eight

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Elle's POV:

I wanted to run forever. Without taking a single look back.  I wanted to disappear into thin air. Without leaving a single trace. Just... something... ANYTHING! Anything to get me away from these problems. Away from this life. 

But instead, I was panting tiredly as I was bent over with my hands on my knees, standing in the middle of who knows where. I made horrible choking noises as tears streamed down my face. And I just stayed there. Not caring who saw. Damn... I was a mess.

When I finally ran out of tears to cry, I was just weakly hunched over, shaking. I know I seemed to be the hostile, arrogant type, but really, I'm just a lost little girl who is afraid of the world. My savings we're running low, I just lost the job that was my last hope, I would soon be unable to pay rent, I'd become homeless, and I would have no where to go to. A stray tear trickled down my face. And I watched as the tiny teardrop landed on the concrete, slightly darkening it with its wetness. 

I felt something bump into me. What the HELL? I slowly stood up straight and looked around. I saw a little girl in a red dress, a bright red balloon tied to her wrist. I let go of the anger as I looked at the little, round, red balloon bouncing up and down in the air as the little girl walked. Looking around a bit more, I saw that I was on the sidewalk, right by the gates of the park. The very one that Louis and I were at yesterday. I remember when my dad used to get me balloons when we visited the park together. Not here, but in a park farther off from here, at a time when things weren't so complicated. But now, I have to go on my own. I slouched back down at the realisation. Because, my dad, well, he isn't with me anymore. 

Louis' POV: 

I awoke, not to the warmth of Elle, but to the... chilliness of her vacancy. What? 

My eyes widened and a sat up, looking around the room. Not a sign of Elle. I began to panic. I had to fine Elle! But I couldn't leave. If I went outside, a fan was sure to find me. And I'd be mobbed. And then management would take me. And then I'd have to go back to the boys and live in that mansion.

I was still in no mood to talk to Harry or Liam. Or any of them. I needed a break from them. From my job. From screaming girls that threw themselves at me all the time. From everything.

It seemed to me that Elle was a fan of us. Well, judging by her shoe. But, she didn't fangirl over me. She seemed to almost hate me yesterday. Elle was... different.

And I admired that about her. 

I guess I'd just have to wait and see whether Elle would come back or not. I thought as I rested my head on the pillow again. I restlessly rolled around, anxious and freezing cold. Grabbing the edge of the covers and pulling them up to my neck,  I closed my eyes and shut the rest of the world out.

Finally, I dozed off. 

Elle's POV:

My stomach's loud grumble snapped me out of my thoughts. I relised I didn't have time to eat this morning when I was running late to work. I didn't even notice how hungry I was when I was sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk. The hunger was only seeping in now.