Falling

Chapter Fourteen

“I only went to the shop to see you, obviously… And I asked you out, well, my “cousin” did… You have no idea how excited I was for our date along Champs Elysees. Call me a teenage girl but I loved that we had it there, because it’s where lovers always go. Yeah, uh, cheesy… But it’s true.” I laughed awkwardly. The memories of that night were flashing back in my mind, and the tears couldn’t help but stream down my face.

I couldn’t help but remember when he was well and healthy, unlike now. God, Louis was really accident prone… But that made me want to protect him even more though.

“Louis, please, wake up soon, please. Miracles do exist… Okay? Show me that they do exist. I want to go on another date with you. I want to hear your voice; I want to see your smile. They’re so lovely, and sometimes they’re all it takes to make me happy. Please… I beg you…” And by now I was sobbing like I was some girl watching a soap opera.

I sat there for the next hour or so, thinking about how cruel that driver was. He’d hit Louis, and just drove off like that, without calling the police or anything. He was a fucking coward. My fists balled up just thinking about him, whoever he was. He couldn’t face the music after making a mistake.

But that was like me… I couldn’t face the challenges, after agreeing to help Clark. Well that guy and I were different, but somewhat similar… We both couldn’t live up to our words or deeds… God, I shouldn’t have agreed in the first place. This had nothing to do with Louis, and although all I wanted now was for Louis to wake up, I couldn’t help but think about my problem…

I shouldn’t have agreed at all. And matters just got worse because Zayn suddenly popped out from god knows where after five years living in again god knows where. And now they know why I don’t want to help Clark. Louis was the reason why. I love Louis, more than anything in the world, and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, not for all the money in the world.

“Louis… I love you… Wake up, for me, okay? Please…” I whispered sleepily. I clutched his hand in mine, and rested it on my cheek as I drifted off to sleep.

(CLARK POV)

“I want you to kill Louis Tomlinson. Remember your training with Sir and try to corner Louis. I’ll be waiting for good news, yes?” I instructed clearly over the phone. “Yeah okay, I’ll update you soon,” he replied, and then hung up. He was so easy to manipulate. I guess that’s how I got him to help me anyway, because of how gullible and coercible he was.

I sat at my desk, not knowing what to do. I was the owner of Clark Industries; a company that produced tools. We were earning billions of dollars each month, but yet here I was, sitting, plotting to kill someone because of my son. I know that my target is Niall Horan, but right now I had to make sure something happened to Louis Tomlinson, and I wanted it to hurt the people who cared about him.

I pitied Louis, because he had nothing to do with this whole thing at all. He was just Niall Horan’s friend, but yet he was about to get hurt so badly. I chuckled bitterly to myself. Of course, I would risk the world just to make sure Jordan was fine. He was my only son. I smiled at the thought of Jordan being happy again.

Suddenly I thought of the consequences if I were to be found guilty of attempting to kill two people. Well, I would go bankrupt, lose the company, and never be able to see Jordan again… But all of that was worth it, to make sure that Jordan was okay, to make sure that no one would hurt him anymore.

I knew that Harry saw me as a cold hearted person, someone who didn’t care about anything, but who knew that James Clark would do this for his son? Whoever saw him as someone who could love so deeply? Maybe he even saw me as crazy sometimes. But then again, maybe I was.

And suddenly anger welled up within me, because I did care, especially for Jordan, nothing else. I lost the ability to love, I thought. I laughed, and my laughter filled the empty and silent room. My phone vibrated. I looked at the screen as it displayed a message.

2:30, time for dose.

Ah yes, my daily dose.

I opened the drawer at the side of my table and took out the small bottle of pills.

For Manic Depression (Bipolar disorder), the label read.

I popped two pills into my mouth and swallowed them dry.