Protecting Amy

Epilogue

A/N

Guyyysss!!!!! I can not wait to start writing the sequel!!!! I'm sooooo excited and just realized that my other book is being neglected. I hope it will forgive me. Eh, it has to: I'm writing it. ;)           Love, Smallnugget

Epilogue
Sarah's POV~~~
(1 Year Later)

My hips swayed to the beat of the song playing. Hands had found their way to my sides, grabbing them and pulling my body closer. The stranger leaned down to my ear, breathing over it and licking my earlobe.

"You dancing all alone, babe?" He whispered.

I smirked, flipping around to face him, and nodding. His dark blue eyes were almost completely swallowed by his pupil, only a thin line of the deep blue still visable. I rocked my hips into his which caused him to let out a groan.

"Let's go to my hotel." He said huskily.

His voice was deep and raspy with lust. Before I actually had time to process what was happening, he was pushing me against the wall of a room. My eyes adjusted to the dimly lit area and I grinned into the kiss when I realized that this was a hotel.

My mind was fuzzy from all the alcohol I had consumed and I was swaying slightly. I probably would've fallen over if my legs weren't wrapped around his waist and his large hands weren't gripping my thighs. I'd surley have bruises tomorrow.

We continued in the direction we were going. Soon enough, our moans filled the room with the sound of skin slapping skin. We both finished after a few minutes together. He laid back in the bed, pulling out a joint from the nightstand.

He lit it up, taking a puff before offering it to me. I gladly accepted, inhaling the toxic fumes and embracing the high I got. Weed has always been my escape. After my sister died, the boys had to leave. They left without even saying goodbye.

I fell asleep in Louis' lap and woke up to an empty room and a note on the nightstand. Now, I can't even remember what the note said. My memories from the couple weeks after everyone left are just of me moping around, crying and mourning my sister.

One day, I just decided to stop being so depressed. Without any friends around or any specific help, I didn't know what to do with myself. That's how I ended up in the clubs around town most nights. One-night-stands are a common thing for me and the only friend I have now.

When I was at the bar for the fourth time, I met a girl with bright red hair. She's got hair to her butt, green eyes, heart-shaped lips, and a thin figure. Her eyebrow is pierced, along with her snakebites. She has two tattoos, one of a flaming dollar sign on her left shoulder and the other of a saying on her abdomen. Never outshine your light.

After meeting Dyllan, the red headed girl, we became best friends. She actually lives in the flat Z bought me that whole year ago. I decided I needed a roomy, so she moved in with me. She's a little scary on the outside, but once you get to know her she is the perfect bestie.

My eyes fluttered open, instantly shutting again do to the sunlight. I sat up groaning and holding my head. That's my least favorite thing about alcohol. The hangover afterwords. I turned to see the guy from last night still unconcious.

As quick as I could, I dressed myself, ran a hand through my hair, stole some of his weed, and bolted. He didn't even stir the entire time. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Dyllan. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" She asked groggily.

"Dyll! I'll be home in a bit okay?" I said quickly.

She groaned on the other end, "You called me and woke me up just to tell me that?"

I chuckled at the fact that she was still asleep, knowing she was probably hungover too. "Yes, I did. Lighten up because I'm bringing some weed!" I shouted into the phone, then I hung up.

The streets in London were pretty full today. Yes, London. I asked Z to buy me a flat here since he was insisting to get me one. I didn't want to stay at the place where everyone left me. That's why I moved here.

Dyllan has a british accent while mine is american, just like it's always been. I looked up at the billboards, instantly recognizing the faces on one of them. One Direction were coming back to London soon for some well deserved time off.

I wasn't excited.

Louis broke it off with me a few days after they left. He didn't even call me, just a text message. Two days later and he had a new girl, Kastin. She's a pretty girl, but I can't help notice the way he looks at her. His eyes don't light up like they did when he was with me.

That's probably what broke me the rest of the way. It's probably what shatterted me for the last time. After that day, Dyllan took me out to get my mind off of things. We went and got my hair done, I got a piercing, and a few tattoos.

It's all added up over the year I've known her. My favorite tattoo is the one on my right shoulder. It's best described as a flower chandelier. I got my eyebrow pierced, along with my nose just a few days ago. I'd have to say, Dyllan likes piercings way more than me.

I've always had a thing for tattoos. Zayn and I actually have matching ones. We got them pne of the days before he left. We were both young and stupid, only at the age of fifteen. It was only a few days before he left.

We've both got half a heart on our ankles. He doesn't show his to the public because my initials are on it and his are on mine. He's got the left side while I've got the right. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at the billboard until someone ran into me, pushing me onto the ground.

They didn't even stop to help me up, just kept walking. Londoners are so rude sometimes. I got up and dusted myself off before finishing my walk to our flat. When I opened the door, Dyllan attacked me.

"Where's the stuff!?" She yelled excited.

I grinned and pulled the two joints out of my pocket. She squealed and took hers. I stuck mine in my mouth while she lit them for us both. The landlord doesn't like somking of anything insdie, so when we aren't throwing a party, we do it outside.

We both stood there with the joint in our mouths. I turned around, opened the door, and tossed my bag inside before closing it tight again. Dyllan laughed at me, clearly already feeling her high. I grinned back at her, sliding an arm around her waist as we began to laugh uncontrollably.

I stood upright again and reluctantly put out the joint, wanting to save some for later. Dyllan took one last puff before doing the same. Together, we walked back into the house.

Now, the first thing you think when you see Dyllan or I out on the streets is pretty obvious. You're going to guess that we're sluts. We aren't because sluts just want sex all the time. Me and Dyll only do it drunk because we want to feel it sober when it's with someone we actually love. 

It's a twisted thing, but we only use the sex to take away the pain of what others have done. Dyllan's family kicked her out because she was pregnant. She went through extreme depression and the baby barely survived.

You may be wondering why we smoke and go out most nights when she has a kid? Well, she doesn't anymore. Her daughter was hit by a car four days after she turned three. Dyll was absolutley crushed and I was still worked up over Amy, so that's another thing we bonded over.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Dyllan suggested.

I shrugged and we both walked inside. Dyllan plopped down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn while I put the movie in. I didn't eat any snacks though because I was feeling kind of sick to my stomach.

We finished our seventh movie, both deciding to just go to bed and clean up tomorrow. I curled into my pillow with the blankets pulled over my head. That's the first night in a week that I went to sleep sober.

I slept awful.

A/N
Sarah's Tattoo on the Side.That was a crappy chappie. But oh well! It's just supposed to make you want to read the next one. Did it work? Love, Smallnugget