Moments |
Chapter eighteen
Taylor's
P.O.V
A few weeks later, you know after the funeral and stuff, mine and
Louis' relationship started going downhill. He was away a lot
more than usual, coming back drunk almost every night, and he was
rude towards me now. And the thing that was shocking me, was that
I'm scared of him a little now. I hear the front door swing
open and hit the wall. I see Louis walk in, cussing under his
breath. I get up slowly off of the couch and I follow
him into our large kitchen. "How was your day?" I ask
him, choosing my words carefully. "Why do you care?" He
asks me in a sassy tone while he is cooking himself dinner.
"Well I-I love you Louis." I say quietly to him. He
picks up a pan and slams it on the stove. He shoves me to the
side into the counter. I wince in pain and he just glares at me
as he gets into the refridgerator. He slams the door shut and he
gets out the cutting board and a knife. "Um Louis are you
sure you don't want me to do that? I'm scared you might
hurt yourself." I say to him. "DO YOU THINK I"M A
FREAKING BABY? I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN. NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY,
YOU COMMANDING FREAK!" He yells at me, practically in my
face, and he throws the knife on the ground. The knife bounces
back up in the air, as the hande is rubber, and it cuts my leg.
He doesn't see it. I run off in tears of pain from my leg and
in tears because of Louis. I go to our bedroom and I slam the
door shut and I lock it. I look at my bleeding leg and i sob. I
go to the bathroom and i put about three big bandaids on it and I
go back into the room. I call Harry. "H-Harry?" I say
choking back the tears. "Taylor? What's wrong? Don't
tell me, I'll be there in 5 minutes to pick you up." He
says and he hangs up. I get some sweats and I put them in my
purse. I but on my UGGS and I walk through the living room to the
door. "And just where do you think you're going?"
Louis asks, looking up from his phone. "Out." I snap at
him and I walk out of the door and to Harry's car. As soon as
I get in his car, I break down in tears. "H-Hary I
d-don't know w-what to do." I say while I cry.
"What happened? Is it Louis again?" He says. I nod.
"I swear, he doesn't deserve you." He says to me.
We get to his flat and we go in. "C-can I stay with you
tonight?" I ask him. "Of course, I don't want you
hurting, Taylor." He says. "Okay, I'm going to
change into my sweats." I say to him and I go to change. I
walk back out and into the living room. I sit on the couch and
Harry sits beside me and he wraps his arms around me, making me
feel safe ... even though I know I am with him. "Taylor,
you're so much better than him," Harry whispers into my
ear. "He doesn't deserve you." He adds on.
"Harry, thank you for being here for me when I need it. I
feel like you're closer to me than Louis." I say to him.
"Taylor, I love you, okay? I've wanted to say that since
the first day I met you." He says and he kisses me. When he
pulls away, we just look into each others eyes for a long time,
until we're asleep.
*I bet this was a shocker (: I'm writing Moments again,
because I came up with some ideas :D So Moments is back! I'm
intorducing a new character, Kailey, the a few more
chapters(:*
Little Things | Chapter 2
-Claire’s P.O.V-
I wake up in my bed a day after the concert. I look at a small crumpled up piece of paper on my bedside table. I read it. It was Louis’ number. I smile to myself and text it. “Hi Louis (: It’s Claire from last nights concert” I text to him. “Meet me at the coffee shop in 30 minutes xx ;)’ I read the text and reply ‘Okay, see you then (:’ I hit send and get out of bed. It’s obviously fall time out so I put on some black skinny jeans, a cute sweater, and some UGGS. I go curl my hair and put on my makeup. By then it has been 25 minutes so I go out to my car, and drive to the coffee shop. When I arrive I go in and sit down at a table in the back by a window. Louis walks in and searches for me and finally spots me. He gives me a warm smile and comes over to the table. “Hello Claire.” He says and sits down. “Hello Louis.” I say and blush. “I want to get to know you, love. You seem really nice.” He says and smiles. “Aw, thanks. Well … what do you want to know?” I ask and light-laugh. “I want to know everything.” He says. “Well okay. My name is Claire Smith, I’m 19, and I love to pull pranks on people, shop, write, sing, and read.” I say. “I like to pull pranks on people too!” He says. “I knew that … wait – I mean – awesome!” I say knowing that I sound like a fan girl. He laughs his sweet laugh. “Don’t be embarrassed. I know you’re a fan. And I told the fans that I love to pull pranks on people anyways.” He says and smiles. I hear ‘Little Things’ come on in the café. I smile to myself. “I love this song by you guys.” I say. “It names off so many of my insecurities …” I say quietly to myself. “What was that, love?” He asks me. “It – uh- names off a lot of my insecurities.” I say and look him in the eyes.
-Louis’ P.O.V-
I look at her. “Why are you insecure?” I ask seriously but not sounding too demanding or anything. “I-I think I’m fat, ugly, stupid.” She says. I look at her in disbelief. “Seriously? You’re none of those things.” I say to her. “Yeah b-“ She beings. “No, don’t even try to disagree. You’re gorgeous, beautiful, smart, and perfect just the way you are.” I say, stunned I just said that all. She smiles and blushes. “Louis that was so sweet.” She says. “It’s true, you know.” I say and fold my hands together on the table. “How about we go back to my place?” I ask. “Sure.” She says. “What’s your favorite drink?” I ask her, while I look at the menu. “Peppermint tea.” She replies. “Okay.” I say and walk up to the counter. “Can I have one peppermint tea and one cinnamon tea to go please?” I say and the waitress gets our order. I pay and we walk out. “Here you go.” I say and hand her the tea. “Thank you, Louis.” She replies. “You’re welcome.” I say. “Let me drive.” I say to her and she hands me her keys. “What about your car?” She asks. “I walked.” I say and I start the car. We drive to my flat. We arrive and walk in. “Wow, nice.” She says and looks around. We sit on the couch and get to know each other. Claire is really sweet and pretty. “You’re like a girl version of me.” I say to her. She laughs. “You’re like a boy version of me.” She says and smiles. Before we knew it, we were both asleep on the couch.
Little Things | Chapter 1
-Claire’s P.O.V-
“Feels like I’m constantly playing a game that I’m destine to lose, and I can’t compete with your boyfriend. He’s got 27 tattoos!” I sing at the top of my lungs in the car. “Shut up, Claire!” My bigger brother yells at me. “Just because you’re 19 today and you’re going to a One Direction concert doesn’t mean you can sing in the car.” He is in a bad mood, I can tell. “Gosh, I’m sorry.” I say and roll my eyes at him. Today is my 19th birthday and one of the gifts I got was One Direction tickets. “About how much more longer till we’re there?” I whine to my Mom. “10 minutes.” She replies looking over at me with a grin. I do a little fan-girl scream. I look out the window and see the arena in the distance. “WOO HOO!” I yell and we arrive at the arena. I quickly get out of the car with my front row ticket and a backstage pass. We walk up to the little window and show them my tickets and backstage pass. They approve of them and I walk in. I got to come alone, thank the lord. I run up to my seat and get out my phone. I take a picture of the bare stage, except for Josh’s drums. I put it on Facebook and then sit down. An hour later the place is packed. “1D! 1D! 1D! 1D! 1D!” The crowd chants and I join in. The beginning of “I Would” comes on and the boys run out on the stage. “I LOVE YOU LOUIS!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He looks down at me and flashes his adorable smile and looks me in the eyes for a second. I blush and then they sing. I sing along with all of the songs, but Louis wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. I wonder why?
-Louis’ P.O.V-
“Did you
not see her down there? Did you not see her beautiful blonde hair
and green eyes?” I say to Harry as we walk down the hallway
back to the dressing rooms. “Mate, there were a lot of
beautiful girls like her down there.” He says to me and we
turn a corner. “Yeah, I know. But she really stood out.
Wait! I think I saw a backstage pass around her neck!” I
say in excitement. I see Harry roll his eyes. We reach the
dressing room and we all change into our sweats. “Okay
boys, we have one fan that has a backstage pass so here she
is.” I hear Paul say and then he brings the fan in.
“It’s her.” I whisper to Harry. “Hi,
I’m Claire!” She says and smiles. “Hello
Claire!” Zayn says. “Um, Louis can you read this
note, I wrote it for you. And boys I have something else for
you.” She says and hands me a folded up note on lined
paper. ‘Dear Louis, I would just like to let you know
something. You saved my life. And when I say that, I mean it.
I’m depressed, insecure, and I cut. I’ve attempted
suicide three times but then I remember; would Louis want me to
do this? I know he wouldn’t like to know that a Directioner
killed herself because of bullies and rumors. I love you so much,
Louis. And it would be great if we could become friends, and just
get to know each other because you seem so nice and fun and I
have no friends. I hope you respond – Claire xx’ I
look up from the note at Claire. “Claire I would love to be
friends with you. You have no right to feel this way.” I
say and pull her into a hug. “No right.” I repeat
into her ear.
****Hi guys! I have dis contnued Moments because I kept thinking
of other stories. So here's a new one! Kailey; I will put you
in this story somewhere! Don't worry at
all!♥****
Little Things | Chapter 1
-Claire’s P.O.V-
“Feels like I’m constantly playing a game that I’m destine to lose, and I can’t compete with your boyfriend. He’s got 27 tattoos!” I sing at the top of my lungs in the car. “Shut up, Claire!” My bigger brother yells at me. “Just because you’re 19 today and you’re going to a One Direction concert doesn’t mean you can sing in the car.” He is in a bad mood, I can tell. “Gosh, I’m sorry.” I say and roll my eyes at him. Today is my 19th birthday and one of the gifts I got was One Direction tickets. “About how much more longer till we’re there?” I whine to my Mom. “10 minutes.” She replies looking over at me with a grin. I do a little fan-girl scream. I look out the window and see the arena in the distance. “WOO HOO!” I yell and we arrive at the arena. I quickly get out of the car with my front row ticket and a backstage pass. We walk up to the little window and show them my tickets and backstage pass. They approve of them and I walk in. I got to come alone, thank the lord. I run up to my seat and get out my phone. I take a picture of the bare stage, except for Josh’s drums. I put it on Facebook and then sit down. An hour later the place is packed. “1D! 1D! 1D! 1D! 1D!” The crowd chants and I join in. The beginning of “I Would” comes on and the boys run out on the stage. “I LOVE YOU LOUIS!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He looks down at me and flashes his adorable smile and looks me in the eyes for a second. I blush and then they sing. I sing along with all of the songs, but Louis wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. I wonder why?
-Louis’ P.O.V-
“Did you
not see her down there? Did you not see her beautiful blonde hair
and green eyes?” I say to Harry as we walk down the hallway
back to the dressing rooms. “Mate, there were a lot of
beautiful girls like her down there.” He says to me and we
turn a corner. “Yeah, I know. But she really stood out.
Wait! I think I saw a backstage pass around her neck!” I
say in excitement. I see Harry roll his eyes. We reach the
dressing room and we all change into our sweats. “Okay
boys, we have one fan that has a backstage pass so here she
is.” I hear Paul say and then he brings the fan in.
“It’s her.” I whisper to Harry. “Hi,
I’m Claire!” She says and smiles. “Hello
Claire!” Zayn says. “Um, Louis can you read this
note, I wrote it for you. And boys I have something else for
you.” She says and hands me a folded up note on lined
paper. ‘Dear Louis, I would just like to let you know
something. You saved my life. And when I say that, I mean it.
I’m depressed, insecure, and I cut. I’ve attempted
suicide three times but then I remember; would Louis want me to
do this? I know he wouldn’t like to know that a Directioner
killed herself because of bullies and rumors. I love you so much,
Louis. And it would be great if we could become friends, and just
get to know each other because you seem so nice and fun and I
have no friends. I hope you respond – Claire xx’ I
look up from the note at Claire. “Claire I would love to be
friends with you. You have no right to feel this way.” I
say and pull her into a hug. “No right.” I repeat
into her ear.
****Hi guys! I have dis contnued Moments because I kept thinking
of other stories. So here's a new one! Kailey; I will put you
in this story somewhere! Don't worry at
all!♥****