Broken Promises.

Chapter Ten- P.S. I love you..

Chapter Ten- PS I love you..

Louis' P.O.V

  I got up from my comfortable and warm position in my bed and set both feet on my floor. The house this morning was quiet and quite chilly. I glanced over at the clock on my bedside table and checked the time, 6:34AM. Can't say I haven't been up this early before, but not during the summer break. But I guess this summer's a little different, this day is different, it's Bridgette's fifteenth birthday. Since there's no way I'd be able to fall back to sleep, I'm just going to get up.   Deciding on what to do this morning wasn't a hard decision; breakfast. With everything she told me yesterday, I wanted to make this day special for her, so she could smile, I needed to see her smile.

  I grabbed the railing to my stairs, trying hard not to make any sounds so I wouldn't wake up anyone. Not exactly sure who I'd exactly wake up, or what I'd be cooking, I guess I'll just playing it by ear. I got to the bottom of the stairs and grabbed my jacket from the jacket hook by my front door and put it on, for six thirty in the morning, it sure is frigid in this house. I proceeded to walk to the kitchen, then turned my direction to something coming from the living room. Frantic, I grabbed the dirty pan that was sat on the stove from last night. Since Mum worked late, no one bothered to clean anything up. I held it tightly in my hand and slowly walked into the living room, scared to know what this thing maybe. It's not my Mum, she left for work, I have no animals, could it be my sisters, possibly, but I highly doubt it. Lottie and Fiz aren't waking up until at least 8, and the twins are at day care. I seriously doubt it's Bridgette, we stayed up late watching horror films and eating pretty much what was left in my pantry. I'm quite surprised I'm up this early.   I tiptoed slowly into the living room, my feet making sounds against the tile, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard someone else's footsteps.   "Who the hell is there?" I called out, stupid of me. Like I'd get an answer.

  "Louis?" A groggily morning voice called out. I set down my pan and started walk into the living room again, I looked behind the wall leading into it, and saw a just awoken Bridgette on the couch.  

  "Bridgette?" I questioned with worry in my voice, "what are you doing?" I walked over to her an indulged her into a tight squeeze. The one person I didn't want awake, or woken, was. So much for a surprise, but it's okay, I much rather have her up than be alone.

  "I had a nightmare. And I heard noises so I woke up and came out here." She wailed, I laughed a little.

  "I didn't here you come down the stairs though."

  "I slept with your Mum." She said then looked up at me with embarrassment. "The Exorcist is scary, Lou!"

  "What was your nightmare about, love?"  

  "The scary girl in the movie,' she ran back into my arms, "she became Lottie." She added then buried her face in my shirt.

  "Honey." I said and comforted her more.

  "And now my birthday morning is ruined by that dream."

  "Whatever."

  "It is!" She screamed, "and I am so scared. Cause it seemed so real." She sniffled.

 "Bridgette? Are you crying?" I asked and pulled her out of my shirt, a single tear shed down her beautiful cheek, I wiped it away and smiled gently. "Honey, just cause you woke up bad doesn't mean the morning is completely ruined." I hugged her tightly, "you need to tell yourself, you're a badass fifteen year old. No monsters can scare me, or mess with me. And guess what?"

  "What?" She sniffled again.

  "Don't let anyone mess with you." She smiled and hugged me again.