The Pretty One (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 14

I am literally sat in an English lesson as I write this...
Also this dream is like the worst thing I have ever thought of but I needed to write something so let's just roll with it.
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I was in the park this morning, but for some reason the world felt unbalanced. Something was going to happen, and I didn't like that.

I looked to my right, seeing all the trees and braches that were surrounding me as the rain fell, drenching me completely.

Ella was sat at a nearby bench and when I looked closer I could see her crying. Her tears mixed in with the rain as her body shook with sobs. I rushed over to her, kneeling down and holding her head up.

"What's wrong, Elle?" I asked, using her nickname.

"Mum and Dad are gone, Niall's left us. It's only a matter of time before you leave me too, I'm gonna be all alone."

"Ella I will never leave you, why on Earth would I ever do that?"

"You're lying. You're all going to leave me and there's nothing I can do about it." She sobbed. She snatched herself away from my grip and towards the street into the oncoming traffic.

And before I could stop her, a truck came rushing down the road.

I shot up from the bed, sweat dripping down my forehead. I haven't had a dream like that in so long that I thought they had finally gone away. My head was spinning and my mind couldn't seem to focus on one thing. A large lump began to grow in my stomach and before I knew it I was starting to have a panic attack. My hands began to shake and got really clammy. I picked up my phone because I knew there was only one way to stop this from escalating.

I clicked on his name and held the phone up to my ear, shaking the entire time. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down and it worked. But as the phone rang, the doubt in my mind grew. What was I doing calling my ex-boyfriend at midnight.

I turned the phone off and threw it across the bed. I wasn't thinking straight and so instead I grabbed my jacket and shoes and ran out the door. Ella was sleeping soundly so I tiptoes down the stairs and walked out the front door into the cool spring night.

I don't know where I was going, or what I was doing but I tried to take all the worries and fears out of my head. But sometimes your mind can just be a silent killer. Instead I just walked around aimlessly and I found myself standing in front of Louis' front door.

I knocked slightly, but there was no answer. Of course there wouldn't be an answer. I turned around, about to head back home when I heard a voice call out from behind me.

"Liv?" A groggy voice spoke. I turned around to meet Louis with dishevlled bed-hair and tired eyes.

"Louis, I'm so sorry. I was just about to go home. You go back to bed." I said softly walking away.

"Wait. I know you. Something's wrong."

"No, Louis. I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning." I tried to smile but I could tell that he saw right through me."

"Just stay here a minute. Let me get my keys and I'll drop you off at home." He ran inside before I could stop him and came back with his jacket and his keys in his hand.