The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[10] Never

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"Fuck." I huff and walk back out. "Where's Eleanor?" I ask Louis, trying to avoid the conversation I know he's going to bring up.

"Come on Bee, come on tour." He pleads and stares at me.

"Are you stupid? Isn't there some rule like you can only bring one person?" I desperately try and get him to give up but I know him better than that.

"No." He shrugs.

"I'm not going. I have a life Louis." I tell him even though I don't really, besides Anna.

"So? Please, you and Niall can be together and you and I can be a family aga-"

"Family!" I scream at him and he looks stunned. "You want to talk about fucking family? I don't know what that is anymore Louis! And what about Calum, Luke and Michael? I can't be with them Louis!"

The three of us stand there silently for a few minutes until there's a knock at the door.

Luke's POV

I knock on Niall's door, I need to talk to him. I can't keep going on like this, I need to know everything that's happened.

The door swings open almost immediately and as soon as Niall sees me his face falls. "Luke?" He asks taking in my appearance.

"I'm fully aware I look terrible, mate. Can we talk?" I ask him and sniffle. I just can't seem to stop crying.

"Um... I'm not alone, Luke." He seems worried and I look past him to see who's there.

"B-Braeden?" I stutter when I see her. She's wearing dark jeans and a black Green Day singlet. God have I missed seeing those shirts...

She instantly walks away in the direction of Niall's bedroom and my eyes land on a very angry looking Louis.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He growls at me and tears start to fall again.

"I didn't know, I swear. I just wanted to talk to Niall." I tell him and more tears start to fall.

"What do ya want to talk about?" Niall asks me.

"I um... I just wanted to talk about Be-Braeden." She doesn't want you calling her that anymore.

"Oh... maybe another t-"

"It's fine. Talk." I hear Braeden's English accent say. I fell in love with that voice and I could never get tired of it.

"I just... I just wanted to know what you'd told him. I wanted to know what you never told me... That's all." My voice sounds foreign, like it's not mine.

"Oh." She looks sad, like someone's just told her her goldfish died. Great, I'm the equivalent of a dead goldfish.

"I'm sorry. It's not my place. I get it." I speak quickly and begin to leave when I hear footsteps coming towards me.

"Luke, I never told you because... I was scared you'd react like M-Michael." She stutters and I turn around to see her eyes beginning to gloss.

"Be-Braeden. I could never... Do that. I just... I don't know, I was so worried." I sniffle and I know I'd be crying if I had any tears left.

She nods and then as if she remembered what I did to her, she steps back and shakes her head. "I can't even believe you. I can't believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore." I can see the gears in her head turning and I know she's thinking of every scenario of me being a bad person.

"I love you Braeden. I really love you. I always have and I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never me-"

"Get out." She whispers and turns around to go back to Niall's bedroom.

Amazingly, tears start to stream down my face and I'm honestly surprised I have any left to shed. I've been crying for almost twenty-four hours straight. I turn to face Niall and he looks shocked. I don't know why, I'm surprised she didn't slap me.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset her, I... Sorry." I say and turn around. She'll never love you.