Harry left on their tour about a week ago and I was already sad about his non excistence in this house, even though I still screamed and sprinted into the other room when he walked out naked. Maybe we have one of those oppisites attract thing....Yeah, that. I run to my laptop and get on my IM to check if he left me a message, Nope. It's empty as always, he promised to call me, text me, IM me, but he hasn't done any of that, not once and it's making me quite mad. Darcy walks into my room with some toast and a smile on her face.
"Has he called yet?" She asks, sitting the plate down next to me.
I groan and throw myself to the floor, he's not going to call me and I just need to face the fact of that.
"Oh, sweetie. He'll call I promise." She picks me up from the ground, well maybe not picking up. She grabs my arms and pulls me up on the bed then throws my legs on as I face plant the bed hundreds of times.
"He's famous, I should've known that he wouldn't have called." Darcy makes a face that some what looks like she bidding whether I chose right.
"Stop being a party pooper on this. He doesn't call he doesn't call. Your sulking while the suns out and you look like a babys bum. Your pale slamma jamma." She giggles, smacking my butt.
"Maybe I like looking like being white like a babys butt, have you ever thought of that." I say, she actually thinks about it.
"No, no I havn't but I don't even think you would like it, now get your sex suit on and we'll go to the beach so you can rid of the light." She makes a hissing sound then sprints out of the room.
"Oh, you are so funny." I say slowing each word.
"I know now hurry your bum up!" She shouts from her and Liams room.
I flick on the radio, hm hm hm,guess who's on?
Maybe little things.
you can't go to bed with out a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
and all those conversations, and secrets that I keep,
Though it makes no sense to me.
I replay Louis' lyrics over and over in my head again and again,
"Cup of tea." I say to myself. And that's when realization hits me. Those lyrics are about me, I stumble backwards knocking into the wall, banging my head against it and falling to the ground.
The last thing I remember is Darcy running in screaming bloody murder.
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I open my eyes to see a green pair staring right at me.
"Harry." I mumble standing up. were in a bright green forest, i've seen this before, but I don't quite know where.
He smiles, but it's not his smile, it's someone elses. I look down at what he's wearing and it's not Harry's at all, what's happening?
"Harry." I start taking steps back, not looking him in the eyes anymore.
His hand grabs my face and forces me to look up at him, its no longer Harry im looking at. Two perfect blue eyes that match my color are staring back in mine, his hand wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him, I pout out my lips, letting the kiss take over, so close to each other.
"Kelsey." A girl voice rings," Kelsey."
I open my eyes and push away from the figure that's now dizzolving.
"Kelsey."
I open my eyes and Darcy plants a slobbery kiss on my cheek.
"Ew." I huff, wiping my cheek.
"Oh your ok." She gushed, hugging me tight.
"Hold on their, give her some space." A man in white said.
"what happened?" I asked touching my throbbing head.
"you hit your head on something and passed out." he looked too familiar.
"Not the first time..." I trail off trying to see if I can picture him somewhere before.
"Is there any pain?" he asks bringing out a notebook.
"just a little, but it's mainly in my head." he scribbles some stuff down.
"is that it?
"No, have I met you before." he smirks at me.
"I don't know have you." with that he walks out, his blue eyes just seem to stay around in my head.
"Darce, that was weird." I laugh slapping her arm.
"Darce?" someone questions.
I turn and see one person there, he looks exactly like the doctor, like the guy in my dreams. What's happening?
"Why?" I ask on the brink of crying.
"Because I love you."
My eyes flicker open and I'm in my 'pink room'. Huh? This looks as though, no tissues, no nothing, it looks like the first week I was here. That's when it hits me, I was dreaming. When I ran in here after my kiss with Zayn, I stayed alseep. The pain starts rushing through me, the tears spill over my cheeks causing a wet spot to form in my pillow. I sit there for almost an hour crying, when my door opens. Louis walks in, his eyes filled with tired. For some reason I felt anger boil in my blood and I stand up from bed, charging at him with balled fists.
"you." I say angrily.
"what?" he asked backing away from me.
"you people are ruining my life, my whole life." I take a breath and continue," I'm stressing more then ever, Darcy is probably worried about me, yet you Guys couldn't care less since you obviously have no feelings for me."
"Kelsey, im sorry." he try's to hug me but I push him away.
"I hate you." I spat.
"I know." he sighs.
"get out." I mutter.
"Kelsey, pl-"
"Get out!" I yell furiously.
He closes his eyes and walks out shutting the door behind him. I look around my room and remember the window behind my dresser. My feet quickly and silently as possible to the dresser, my full force barely moves it but just enough for me to squeeze through. I slide the window open and look down, two storys, a car right below me, I'd be okay. A quick prayer slips from lips before I jump.
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Louis POV
I sit in the extremely uncomfortable chair as I watch Kelsey's in the hospital bed. It's six in the morning and all of us are down here because of something dumb we did. She's ina hospital bed because of me, because I didn't have the courage to let her go, maybe that was it. You love something set it free, yet I held onto her. There's a groan and her beautiful blue eyes flutter open.
"Kel!" I shout, hugging her right away.
"huh?" she breathes pushing me off her.
"I know you may still be mad but I'm sorry, I was worried we lost you." she just looks at me like what-the-hell-are-you-saying.
"She's awake guys." Zayn calls bursting through the door.
This time she's fully awake and her eyes are wide open.
"it's ok kel." I say reaching to touch her hand.
"What?" she asks, extremely frightened.
"it's us." Harry laughs.
"And who would you be?" she looked at us funny.
"It's me Louis." I set my hand on hers, she pulls away instantly.
"Whos that?" no.
"No..." I mumble. I stand up and walk out of her room.
I slam the door shut and push my back up against the wall.
"Why?" I whisper," Why?"
She didn't deserve to have this, she's kidnapped and we can't let her go, not now. We knew by kidnapping her there was a slight chsnce we wouldn't be able to let her leave, ever, but Harry didn't want to look like a baby or be known as a baby and had to choose her to take. I would trade my own for her, I would trade anything for her.
I sit against the wall crying, yes, crying. There has to be a way for her to gain it all back, wait. Maybe this is good, that means she has no memory of Eric, or her father, or us kidnapping her, or Darcy.
I take a raspy breath and walk back into the room.
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I know it's short, sorry!
Woah, what the heck happened? It was all a dream, she still stuck as prisoner...and a virgin :D
Well that's a weird chappie, who say same. Ok so contest winner, you will be in the book, I promise.
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