Jess’ POV
Three months. It’s been more than three months and I’m still frightened to walk alone. It’s crazy actually how could he possibly find me in this madhouse of a big city? The chances are almost nonexistent. Still, I feel followed, and scared while walking home in the middle of the day. Just on that moment my phone rings.
“Hello baby”His voice is sleepily and cute. I wait a second to breathe out satisfied before answering.
“I’m glad you called” I say honestly. I could feel his smile while he answers.
“I miss you, it’s horrible you not being here.” I look behind me and start running, there’s this figure following me. I’m sure of it. “Are you alright?” He asks after a while.
“I’m scared” I say honestly, there’s no use to keep this from him any longer.
“Tell me” his voice is harsh, and I can imagine his teeth clenched upon each other.
“Look, don’t be mad at me?” I hesitantly ask.
“What have you been keeping from me?”
“Please, promise me you won’t be mad?” I ask again.
“I promise, now tell me”
“I haven’t been telling you the truth about my so called car accident.” I’m relieved I told him this after all this time. It was eating me alive.
“What do you mean?” He lowers his voice, waiting for me to answer and finally spill my restless lies. But I couldn’t. Because my phone was pulled out of my hands the second I was finally ready to tell him.
“Hey! Give that back” I ruthlessly turn around, but my face drops when I see him.
“You think you’re so smart huh?” His grimace returns and his long fingers find my wrists. I want to scream, but no sound is escaping my lips. I want to beg someone to help me, but suddenly everyone was gone and I was in one of the little dead- end streets with no soul in sight.
“How did you find me?” I manage to stutter.
“Dating the most popular guy on the planet? C’mon Jess I knew you were stupid, but this retarded?”
Louis POV
“So she just disconnected? Just like that?” Niall asked unbelievably. It was so weird, I really thought she’d say it to me, but nope. She hang up. Urgh.
“Yea? Odd huh?” I watched how Niall chewed on a chicken wing. Well, actually something that used to be a chicken wing a few minutes ago.
“Yes? It doesn’t sound like her at all..” his muttering words are hard to understand as he only pays attention to his drumstick.
“I know right?” I rest my bum against the table and let my head fall back against my neck in frustration.
“Trouble in Paradise?” Harry enters the room with a huge smirk lingering on his lips.
“Shut up, Styles!” my hands find his shoulder to push him playfully away.
“You glad we’re going home tomorrow?” He looks at his mirror image and waits for my answer.
“Yes. So, fucking relieved” I sigh. I’m going to see her again, it’s been so long since I’ve seen her, it’s fucking ridiculous.
“We’ve got to go.” Harry grabs his coat and walks out of the door. Niall throws his drumstick in the trash bin and follows Harry without a word. I dial Jess’ for the 7th time after she just hang up on me. But she still doesn’t pick up her bloody phone, so I just stop bothering her and walk out of the door. I find Liam in the hallway from this hotel, he looks a little lost. But I’m not in the kind of mood to ask him about it.
“You’re driving yourself or?” I ask the boy.
“Preston already left.” Okay? Not that I asked that? But okay? What the fuck.
“I’m going.”
“Bye!”
“What the fuck” I whisper and run to one of the cars that clearly belongs to one of our drivers. It’s way too damn hot in this car.
“Do we have to wait for Liam?” the driver asks. I shrug and shook my head just when Liam opens the car door.
“I don’t want to call a cap” he explains and sits down.
“When does the interview start?” Liam looks at me through the little mirror and I raise my eyebrows before shrugging.
“Don’t know. In fourty minutes or something. Dunno”
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“How do you feel about the end of your tour?” the blonde woman around her mid thirties asks us all.
“It’s a shame it ended so soon.” Liam answers for all of us. Though, all of us are exhausted and don’t only want to go back, but also need to go back for our own sake.
“Louis, do you feel the same way about that?” the woman turns her head to me and the stickiness of the gloss over her red lips distract me. How in earth’s name would you want to kiss that?
Focus, Louis.
“Well, uhm yea. I mean we really had a lot of fun, but I’m also really relieved to see my bed again.”
“Only your bed?”
“Well obviously not” I chuckle and the other boys ‘aww’ me. “Shut up” I kick Harry in the balls and try to smile to the camera’s.
“That’s enough” some guy behind the cameraman shouts and immediately the atmosphere changes.
“Thanks for coming” the woman says before walking away.
“So that was it. London, I’m ready for you” Harry smirks.
“Dork” I say as I push him away.
“I’m just saying what you’re all thinking.”
Jess’ POV
“He’s not going to save you, Jess. He’s not even in the UK right now.” My dad laughs bitterly.
“Fuck you” I say just before reveiving his fist once again against my cheekbone.
“Why does this make you feel better?” I groan out in pure pain.
“Because you look like your mother.” He continues laughing.
“She died because of cancer, how deep can your hate be?”
“She fucking cheated on me and lives with a fucking wealthy dude right now” This was more painful than any other thing he’s ever done to me, and believe me he did a lot.
“She does not” Tears sprang into my eyes.
“Your face is priceless.” He laughs and hits me again. I collapse onto the floor and wait for his fists to finish me.
“Keep your hands of that girl!” an unknown voice shouted.
“Stay the fuck where you are.” I closed my eyes. I could feel arms under my legs and back. I could hear my dad shout and I heard sirens. Then I didn’t feel or hear anything anymore. I didn’t even care anymore, this was like routine.
Sorry for this shit chapter haha I apologize! (votes and comments would make this better? :p)

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