-Louis- 

"Mum?" Amber asked sitting down next to her parents. I leaned against the doorway and watched Her parents look away from me and towards her. "Aren't you going to say hi?" I could tell Amber was embarressed of her parents at the moment.

"I am sorry, hun." Her mum looked up at me and put a fake smile on her face. "Hey, Louis." 

"Hey, Mrs. Scott. Mr. Scott." I didn't know where I was with her parents anymore, so I decided to be a gentlemen instead of calling them 'mum and dad' like I used to always do. "I heard about Amber grandpa, I am so sorry." They nodded and I knew that Amber hasn't asked about the funeral yet. "If you don't mind me asking, When is the funeral? I was going to probably bring you guys." I could see Mrs. Scott face lighten and I knew that she liked that idea.

"The funeral is actually in 2 days. The day after your concert."

"Great!" I piped up. "I will call up Paul and book a private jet to go back home." I was paying to much attention to Amber's parents that I didn't notice that Amber has stood up. She gripped my arm and suddenly I was dragged into the living room.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, when we were finally alone.

"This is your grandpa Amber. You got to go!" 

"I don't mean that." She mumbled walking over to the couch and sitting down. I did the same. "Why are you being so nice? They were rude to you." 

"They use to be like parents to me Amber, I want the best for them." I turned my body towards her and watched her roll her eyes.

"This is what I was worried about." she mumbled grabbing the remote and turned on the t.v.

"What?" I questioned turning to the t.v. 

"You are going to do anything to get us all to believe that you are the same guy you were 2 years ago, and then you forget about us and never look back."

Do they really think of me like that? I really didn't mean to lose touch with them. It actually hurt me as much as it hurt them when they left. So why didn't I keep in touch with them? Why didn't I just pick up my phone and dialed her number? Why didn't I search for her on twitter like I was suppose to? Why did I ignore all her plead for help when she clearly needed me? Oh, that's right. Because, I am that stupid to let them all go.

"Its over though, I don't care." I looked over at her, and I could tell by her eyes that she was lying to me. She would always slightly squint her eyes, and she would never look directly look at you whenever she lied.

"Its okay to hate me, I would too." She met my eyes and I could see confusion and sadness in hers."

"I don't hate you." She slightly smiled. "I never could." I could see her face slightly turn red, and I knew that she was nervous. I smiled back as she slightly leaned in. I leaned forward and right before our lips met she stood up and nervously coughed.

"You should go." She pulled down her shirt and looked everywhere but at me. "It's getting late and you have a concert tomorrow." I nodded as I stood up and followed her to the door.

"Will you be there?" I asked hoping she already had tickets to go.

"Yes." She said a little embarrassed. "Karen is big fan of you and she bought us front row tickets." 

"You aren't?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"No, I never could bring myself to listening to you sing again." I nodded letting her knew that I understood. I gave her a hug and I dreaded letting go, but I knew I had to before she got even more uncomfortable.

"Well, I will be looking for you." I smiled looking away and walked out, closing the door behind me.

-Amber-

Right as Louis closed the door I ran up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I leaned against the door. 

What just happened? Why did I almost kissed Louis? Why did I lean in? Why did he lean in? Why did I want to kiss him? Why did he look hurt and confused when I stood up and kicked him out? Oh, that's right. Because I am that stupid. 

I fell to the floor and tightly gripped my hair. I hated this. It felt like I was falling for him. Falling for the guy that broke my heart 2 years ago. I doubt he felt the same way about me. If he did, then why did he ignore me? Why did he never once tried to contact me?   I pulled up the sleeve to my jacket and looked at my wrist. All my cuts were fading away to scars again. You could see the scar where I accidentally cut to deep cause it was still slightly pink. I took off my jacket and threw it onto my bed, along with my cell phone. I walked into my bathroom and closed and locked the door behind me. I walked over to the sink and opened the very bottom drawer. I took out one of the many blades that I hid and washed it off with warm water. I knew this was stupid, I always have known. I just couldn't stop myself. After I make one cut I have to make another. Then another, it turned into a pattern that I couldn't stop. I placed the blade to my wrist and watched as my blood escaped through the slit I made. With every pain I cause on the outside helps my pain on the inside fade away.   _____________________________________________________________________  

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