Choosing My Heart's Direction (1D FanFic)

Different

Alexis P.O.V.

I stepped outside of the familiar airport. I hadn't called anyone to pick me up, because I didn't want anyone to know I was here. I would just get a cab to a hotel and plan my next move from there.

I walked over to the pickup area, looking around for a cab. Instead, I found Josh, Hunter and Roger leaning against a small, black car, staring at me.

My eyes widened at the sight, and I tried to make my legs run, but they wouldn't move. I was frozen in the spot. Josh slowly stood up straight and walked over to me smirking. How had he gotten back here faster than me?

"Welcome home, dollface. Your ride is right this way," he said, smiling and gesturing towards the car.

I shook my head and tried to back away, but he grabbed my arm and forced me towards the car.

"No need to be difficult."

I had no choice. I was forced into the car and Roger slid in next to me, Hunter taking shot gun, and Josh driving.

"Nobody knows you're here, right?" Hunter asked me. I nodded. Uncle Zach knew I was coming home, but he wasn't in contact with my mom, so nobody would know. There was a chance Niall would tell Abby, but I'm assuming he was avoiding discussing me, at least for the time being.

I was trapped. And this time, nobody would be coming to my rescue.

Louis P.O.V.

"Why don't you just quit that fucking boyband?" Reagan whined.

"I can't just quit, Rea. It's my job," I explained for what felt like the thousandth time.

"But she's there," she said, disgusted. I rolled my eyes at her immaturity.

"Lex and I are over, Reagan. You know that."

"Yeah, took you long enough."

I ignored her and walked into her living room, settling on the couch. Reagan soon followed, sitting next to me.

"Do you like my new shirt, Boobear?" she asked. The shirt in question was absolutely ridiculous. I'm not even sure if you could consider it a shirt. Her entire stomach was exposed and it kind of made her look like a prostitute, especially when paired with the tight, short, leather skirt she was wearing.

"Love it," I answered easily. Reagan smiled at my answer and snuggled into my side, my arms wrapping around her.

"Do you love it as much as you love me?" she asked in a baby voice. I internally groaned.

"I don't think that's possible," I smiled. She squealed and snuggled into me further.

You love her, Louis. Just don't forget that.

Harry P.O.V.

I blinked my eyes, glancing at the clock. 2pm. I'd slept a long time. Lex should have landed in Ohio by now.

I got up and grabbed my phone, looking at the screen. I had one message from Lex.

From: Lex <3

landed and safe. got a hotel room and going to go out and look for apartments later. i'll call sometime

I smiled at the text. At least she was safe. I quickly typed a response.

To: Lex <3

good to hear. goodluck apartment hunting! and u better call. miss u already :(

I put the phone down, trying not to stare at it. 1 minutes passed. 3 minutes. 5. 10. 15. 20. Still no reply. She must be sleeping or busy or something. I shrugged and picked up the phone again. Nobody had talked to Louis, and I figured I'd probably be the best to do it.

I speed-dialed his number and he answered on the first ring.

"Hey Haz, what's up?" he answered. "I'll be right back, Rea," he called to someone. I heard footsteps and a door closing.

"Hey Louis." How was I supposed to tell him?

"Something you needed to talk about?"

"Yeah, actually."

He remained silent, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, the thing is, Lex kind of left."

"Left? Like went back to Ohio?"

"Yeah," I replied quietly. I was scared for his reaction.

"Why are you telling me?" He didn't sound sad at all. Just confused as to why this would possibly concern him.

"No reason," I mumbled. How could he not care? He'd driven away the one person that I love in this world, and he didn't even care.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" Reagan was clearly rubbing off on him. I'd never liked that girl.

"Yeah. Don't forget about the signing tomorrow."

"Yeah, whatever. Bye."

And just like that, he hung up. That wasn't the Louis I knew. He was different. Really different.