Faith hurried down the endless flights of stairs in the apartment building, only slowing down once she reached her destination - Louis' apartment door. She would have knocked, honestly, only the door hadn't been shut like his mother always liked it to be; "too many horror films," Louis had informed her once.
"Louis?" Faith asked, after getting no answer she pushed the door open wider to accommodate her petite figure and entered the apartment.
There wasn't any visible signs of an intruder or their, but that didn't do a whole lot to ease the fret brooding in the bottom of Faith's stomach. The lounge room was in its usual clean and tidy state, the kitchen too, white tiles that covered most of the house were mirror worthy - something that Louis' mum had always prided herself in. Yet, something felt off, and the apartment didn't feel as inviting as it had did before.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" She moved closer to the bedrooms. She first reached Louis' room, which in his mother's words was a complete and utter pigsty, but through the mess that covered the entirety of his room, she couldn't make out his figure. She walked along further down the hallway to his mother's room, hoping to god she would find the older woman asleep and that her worrying was for no reason as usual.
She opened the door, and saw the obvious change in the room that she didn't find in the rest of the house. It was clean, but perhaps that was only because there was nothing in it other than the furniture. None of his mother's past possessions that had occupied the space on top of her vanity were there, like the picture of Louis jumping in a puddle at the age of 8, or the white canvas with Louis' colourful footprints strewn across it because he couldn't stand still. None of it was there. She became even more concerned when she opened the wardrobe, then the chest of drawers, then the side drawers and found the same thing - nothing. No clothes. No sign of life. Nothing.
It would take a blind man then and there to not realise that Louis' mum, Jo, was gone and that the worry that Faith had felt before was for good reason. Her first thought was Louis. Did he know? Where was he now? But she already knew the answer to both of those questions.
She ran out of the apartment, her mind left somewhere far behind as her legs raced up the stairs in the direction of the roof terrace. What if he's up there? What if the same thought is running through his head as it once had through hers? Worse; what if he's already done it? She didn't want to know the answer to the questions, and held her breath as cold winds whipped her hair into all different directions.
"Louis?!" She yelled, lurching herself forward as her brown eyes searched in a frantic measure, that's when she sees him. Sitting in the same exact spot as they sat every night.
"Louis?" She let out a sigh of relied, but was still wary.
He didn't answer. He barely even breathed, just sat there staring straight ahead over the city. His hair's an utter mess, she's not even sure what he's wearing, she doesn't care. Her breathing became shallower, and her heart dropped at the sight of her friend being so unlike himself. She moved her now aching legs over to his form, and sat on the edge like she had so many times, now for an entirely other reason. It wasn't her who need reassurance and comfort now, it was Louis.
"Louis," She swallowed the ever growing lump in her throat. "I-I'm so sorry," She stuttered, not having as much experience in comforting another person. And Louis, he had never been in need of it before - or maybe he had? And had just never told her that he was.
Still, there was no movement from him. His eyes seemed to be set into the night's abyss - but still, she saw no sign, no trace of tears in his clear eyes. He was just, emotionless. It terrified her more than any tear every could. Louis was always so passionate, facial gestures were his forte, and seeing him so silent sent shivers down her body.
They continued in their silence for what feels like hours, until Louis places something in the palm of her hand. Faith removed her eyes from him for the first time since she found him, and studied the object. It was an origami in the shape of a swan. Her eyebrows knotted together, what the hell was it supposed to mean?
"Read it."
It was the first time he had spoken since she had found him, and she quickly obliged. She took the beautifully crafted swan in the tips of her frail fingers, and slowly unraveled the precise work. Two words were written neatly on the crinkled paper in the hand writing that she doesn't recognise as Louis', and guesses is his mother's.
I'm sorry.
It's at that very moment when Faith pulls him into her arms with no hesitation, and to her surprise he fell into them willingly - either that or he was just to weak to fight it. She figured it was the last one, because she heard his broken muffled sobs mere seconds later.
That memory of Louis was one she looked back on more often than others. It reminded her of the truth that she had once been blind to; she wasn't the only broken one in their friendship. No matter how happy, or sarcastic, or fearless Louis could make himself out to be - he to struggled beneath life's heaving blows. She wanted to fix him like he had her, but she was scared of disappointing him, and herself. So she let's him move along, for now.
The truth is; they are just two kids who had grown up knowing the bitter disappointments that life is bound to throw at everyone at some stage. They just experienced them too early, and as a result they had become used to the pain - the numbness, and together they were a dangerous combination.
Finally, after hours of filing through full motels they had found a place to stay. Sure, it wasn't 'luxury' living but hey, she had never been one to complain. But it was times like this where Faith questioned their running away, and whether it was a good idea after all. Neither of them had a car, nor a map. Oh, and no bloody idea where the hell they were going.
It didn't really help that the only thing that Faith had been able to think about was that blasted number plate, Hook. The word, she guessed must have been a name, was always on the tip of her tongue. As though she had been told it many times before, but couldn't seem to place where or when. Louis was no help in the matter either, no surprise. He probably hadn't seen it, or didn't give a shit - neither of which would have been a surprise.
The motel they had booked into wasn't that far away from where the 'Jolly Roger' pub was, and for some reason, that worried her. She had a sinking feeling constantly, that the owner of that blasted comet that they had 'taken for a spin' (Louis' words not hers) wasn't one who liked to be messed about with. A feeling that he would want revenge, and wouldn't stop until he got it.
"Louis, are you not worried in the least about the owner of that car finding us?" She exclaimed, fingers raking through her dirty blonder hair as her anxiety started to kick in at the thought.
He chuckled darkly at that.
"That's the best part."
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Fanfictionthey were just nobodies, no one really cared. but in the end it didn't matter, as neither did they. → au Copyright © 2014 by zaynmaljk
