Just Go With It (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

~Chapter 29~

Omg guys. I love you. You know why? Because the last time I updated, I was thanking you all for the 4,100 views. Now it's like two weeks later and I'm thanking you for the 4,861 views. I'M FREAKING SO HAPPY LIKE.... NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY IDEER. Most people would only be happy with like... A million views... But I'm ecstatic with mine! You guys are like literally my favoritest group of people in the world. I really hope you guys like this chapter and again, thankyouthankyouthankyou all. Even the Best Mistake already has like... 500 reads! Gah, words can't descried how I'm feeling so I'll have my imaginary friend do it. Take it away Wilfred. "HOLY BLEEPING BUM HOLE SHE'S SO HAPPY WITH YOU ALL AND WOULD LOVE TO SEND YOU ALL MINI VERSIONS OF HARRY, LOUIS, LIAM, NIALL, AND ZAYN!!!!" Thank you Wilfred... Nicely put. Okay, so in this chapter I wrote like Belle and Louis' P.O.V while the rest of them were like looking for them... So it'll take place right after chap 27! If that makes sense? Just comment if you're confused! Anyways, I love you all and enjoy this chappie. Thanks again, =)! -XxMariahJo

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Recap  End Of Chapter 27

*Belle's P.O.V*

"It's all my fault." I complained to myself again. I was currently sat in my original room's bathroom with the door locked and music blaring to drown out my screams. I held the little blade in my hand, rubbing the metal between my thumb and index finger. It's all my fault. Everything. I lowered the razor blade to my wrist and squeezed my eyes shut, gliding it straight across in a slick motion.

"Fuck." I hissed, feeling the crimson sensation roll down my now scarred wrist. I haven't done this in so long. I opened my eyes to examine my first slit in a while. It stood out fresh against my now faded scars I had from before. No, I'm not hurting enough. I need to feel Izzy's pain. I need to feel Louis... And my dad's pain.

Again, I brought it across in one swipe, this time enjoying the numbing pain it brought. Because the deepness of the cut, the blood was greater, it now dripping on the tile floor. But I could care less. I lined the blade up for a third slice, but was interrupted by a beeping noise. My music stopped as my ring tone continued. I pulled out my phone, careful not to get blood on it, and raised it to my eyes.

New Multimedia Message Received! It said in bold letters. The funny thing is, it's a blocked number. I swallowed my fear and clicked 'okay' as a picture of an office and an officer popped up. But that's not what bothered me. What bothered me is why Louis is sitting in there with him. I bit my lip and read the description that came with it, and that's what scared me the most.

Pretty boy couldn't keep him mouth shut, could he. Regret your choice now? -Shhh

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*Belle's P.O.V*

My hand started shaking violently. I... I don't know what to think. How could he do this? I gave the boy one fucking rule and that was not to fucking say anything to the police until I was ready. I threw my phone down and grabbed a white hotel hand towel and stood up. I soaked it in the cold water I had in the sink and brought it to my wrist, hissing in pain. I looked at my face in the mirror and shivered. I'm such a fuck up. I should just end it all here... Once the blood flow slowed down because of the applied pressure, I got some gauze from under the sink and wrapped up my wrist. I threw the wet towel in the sink and decided to let it soak up the now dark water. I sighed and picked up my phone, not bothering to clean up my bloody mess. I had to call Louis, give him a piece of my mind. I was about to exit out of the text before it hit me. The message was from a blocked number.