"There's no way I'm the one going to check on them !" Louis instantly said, looking serious as fuck.
"Okay, I'll go" said a girl with brown hair. She looked a bit like Louis, but I had no clue in hell of who she was. She got up and disappeared downstairs in a matter of seconds. Louis' mom was staring at him, waiting for a reason why he didn't wanted to go back downstairs.
"Those kids are monsters, Mom ! I'm telling you ! If I don't make the team in uni because those things broke something in my back, you're the main responsable." He told her and she just laughed. She got up from her chair and went behind Louis' one, giving him a hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Poor little baby boy !" Many of Louis' uncles and aunts laughed at this comment and I couldn't help but smile too.
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side !" My best friend exclaimed, pointing me with his finger. I raised my hands in defense, but my smile grew bigger and broke up with a laugh. Louis did too after a while, passing his arm around my shoulder.
Moments later, everyone was getting up and bringing their plates to the kitchen. And we all moved to the living room.
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Louis' family have some weird rituals when it comes to New Year's celebrations. Half an hour before midnight, they got all the kids dressed to go play outside, before doing the same with themselves. I followed the movement, only because Louis was doing the same. Once everyone was outside, it started.
I don't know who started it, but a snowball fight was happening in the Tomlinson's yard. There was screams and laughs coming from everywhere around me and I couldn't help but do the same.
In that very moment, I was back at being a child. My worries were all forgotten, I couldn't remember why I had been so depressed over the last year. All I knew was that I was having fun. I was throwing snowballs to my best friend, who rushed towards me, only to have me fall in the snow before he got to me. And we laughed. Again and again. Until someone screamed "STOP ! THERE'S ONLY A MINUTE LEFT !" Everyone who was laying down got back to their feet, staring at Louis' grandpa. He was looking at his wrist, at a watch. His head was nodding, counting the seconds. "TIRTHY SECONDS !" Everyone walked closer to each others, only waiting for the last ten seconds. When we got there, we all screamed the numbers together. I found myself screaming too. Me, the girl who hate those kind of things so much.
"... FIVE ! FOUR ! THREE ! TWO ! ONE ! HAPPY NEW YEAR !" Couples were kissing around us, kids were screaming their disgust, I looked over Louis. He was looking at me.
"No way in hell." I told him and he laughed, only wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
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"No, I won't let you try my bra !" I laughed, before throwing a pillow towards Louis. It had been four days since New Year and I was still crashing at his place. I knew I had to go back to mine soon, but I didn't wanted to.
Looking at Louis trying my clothes was way too funny for that.
"This t-shirt is so good looking on me." He said, turning to face me. He put his hands on his waist and I raised an eyebrow. He started to laugh, before getting rid of the t-shirt.
I glanced over to my phone while my best friend was still looking in my bag to find some clothes he hadn't already saw. I had no new message since the last time I had checked, three minutes ago. I ignored the way my heart was crushing.
I had texted Zayn right when went back inside of the house on New Year. Just some quick words, since he hadn't answered to my Christmas text neither. "Happy New Year :) - A" I tried to convinced myself that it was just impossible for him to answer in the moment. Not that he didn't wanted anything to do with me. It would fucking suck if he decided that he didn't wanted me in his life right when I realized that I needed him, right ?
"I'm meeting Hannah later today, do you think she'll like it ? Is it my color ?" I looked up from my phone, only to see that Louis had put my bra on - even after I told him not to.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD, LO-" I stopped myself, because my phone was ringing.
My phone was fucking ringing.
No one was calling me, other than Louis. And Zayn. Zayn... Oh my God !
I almost jumped to my phone, answering it quickly.
"Hello !" I happily said, with a huge grin on my face. Grin that faded away as soon as I realized that it wasn't Zayn on the other side.
"Alexis ? Euh, hi, it's Mark. You know, Elizabeth's cousin and Zayn's best friend..." I vaguely remembered him. Curly hair, shy guy. Yeah, I think I know who he was.
"Yeah ?"
"Euh, I don't know how to say this but... You need to come in Bradford as soon as possible." His voice contained real urge. Not the kind of urge Louis had when he screamed that I needed to look at him.
"Why for ? Is everything alright there ?" I asked and I felt my heart starting to beat faster in my chest. I was worried. And I had no clue why, because Mark was staying silent, like he was searching for his words. And, when he finally spoke, I felt my world falling to pieces.
"Zayn. He's at the hospital. Unconscious."
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Omg, who remembered this ?? ^^ Anyway. Have a good summer guys ! x
Chapter 23
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