I'd like to start this note off by saying, *clears throat professionally*, that me, this chapter, and my life are just three big pieces of shit. I'm extremely terribly sorry for being what, three or four weeks late? See I lost track, that's bad. Real bad. So last week when the flippen Hurricane Sandy came, it decided to knock out my power when I was half way through the chapter...so it went byebye along with my happiness...and we just got power back Sunday night round...10 30pm? I HAD TO SHOWER AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE....AND SHE HAS FOUR PERVERTED BROTHERS AND ONE HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON ME...HE'S SEVEN!!! And I could've had it up for you but I decided to eat my feelings because I won't lie...I have a bit of writers block. You see, I have the story like thought out, I'm just having trouble writing the details...cuz this is what happens when I think of stories...I don't plan ahead...even though I say I do...I don't. So again, sorry for Sandy and my suckiness and laziness and and and oh Jesus just read the damn chapter...please=). Okay, sorry for the rant...I had to dig myself out of this hole I got myself in...As much as you won't, I hope you guys like it! I'd say I worked hard on it but just like Liam, I can't lie... -XxMariahJo
P.S. Idk if I should warn you about this, but I will in case it causes people ideas. In this chapter, there will be self harm. So if you're trying not to do it anymore or are considering it, don't read that part. Please, I don't want to be the cause of a relapse or anything. Thank you=)!
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*RECAP IZZY'S P.O.V*
"LOUIS!" I shouted, confident that he'd answer. After no reply at all, I decided to take things into my own hands. I causally made my way to the side walk and stepped off of the curb. Okay, so in school we learned left, right, then left again. I looked the directions in that order and it was all clear. Shrugging, I made my way into the street towards my ball. I stopped when I saw it and smiled.
"There you are!" I chirped as I picked it up.
"Izzy?" I heard a voice shout curiously, I looked up expecting to see Belle, but instead I saw lights, heard a horn, and everything went black.
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*Belle's P.O.V*
"IZZY!" I screamed, the tears pouring out of my eyes like mini waterfalls. (A/N Okay, I suck an simile's okay?) I ran to her limp body and crouched in front of her.
"Izzy?" I whispered quieter. The only response I got was her coughing, the blood now trickling out of her mouth. I panicked and hovered my hands over her small frame, not wanting to hurt her more. I looked to my side and noticed that I was alone.
"Louis don't just fucking stand there! Get help! Call 911! Do something!" I cried, but he had no response. He just stood there like a fuck-tard and watched me deal with someone's fucking life. I took a deep breath and shouted help as loud as I could repeatedly as I took out my new phone. My shaky hands unlocked it after five try's, and I managed to dial 911. It rang twice before that scratchy voice answered.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"My...my friend...car..hit please. Send help. Hurry!" I cried, my voice breaking yet becoming stronger in the end.
"Okay ma'am, what's your location? Please remain calm. We'll send someone as soon as possible." I nodded, even they couldn't see me, and looked for a street sign.
"Uhh, 424 Delaware lane." I told her, the tears now spilling even harder.
"Okay, now stay on the phone with me. An ambulance is on it's way. Your friend will be alright, everything will be okay." They responded, trying to soothe me. I ignored her request and dropped my phone, cradling the body in my arms. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear as I awaited for the upcoming help.

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Just Go With It (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)
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