Over Again

I search Louis' name on my phone as his contact numbers come out on my iphone. My fingers hover over the call button, as I bring myself to touch it and press it to my ear. He picks up after 2 rings.
"Hey, whatsup Jen?", his voice comes through my phone. I can hear Harry and Zayn's voice in the background.
"Hi Louis... I, um. Can you meet me outside your house in 20 minutes?", I say, sounding a bit more confident than I really feel, but he senses that something's wrong in my voice.
"Yeah, sure. But what's wrong? What happened?", he asks me, concerned.
"I'll explain everything... Just meet me, yeah?", I say, hoping to wipe away some of his worry, but fail miserably.
"Yeah, okay. See you then."
I head up to my room and get a change of clothes to my bathroom, having a quick hot shower- hoping it would calm me a little. I scramble with my clothes and the rest to meet my proposed time, but I manage. I bike over, quickly, but find him waiting outside. He's leaning against the wall, his face in a frown, lost in thought. He hears me and looks up, giving me a small smile. I smile back at him, although sadly, which he sees. His face goes back into its original frown as he extends an arm. I lean against the smooth wall with him and tell him everything as I sob into his shirt, but he doesn't complain. I brace myself before telling him that I can't do this with him- I'm not ready- that the situation wasn't right. I
"If you wanna be with me, then just be with me! What were you doing this past month and a half? Just leading me on? I liked you a lot Jenna, dammit!", his remark adds more fuel to my constant stream of tears, and I sob harder, now removing my head from his shirt, now soaked.
"That's the thing. I like you too, I like you a lot. But I like Harry too."
His face changes in understanding, and back to anger. "And you waited this long to tell me this? This long?", he speaks loudly, on the verge of yelling as I try to contain myself.
"Louis, I didn't even realize I did until today. I'm so so sorry. I can't expect you to forgive me, but I didn't want to be in a relationship where I wasn't completely and utterly yours", I manage to say without sobbing during the sentence, but do immediately after my sentence is finished, as I bury my head into my hands. I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I removed my head from my hands after a few minutes, my vision extremely blurry and my thoughts scattered.
"Bye Louis. I-I-...I shou- should go", were my last words to him as I stepped back onto my bike, even though I could barely see a thing. I biked out of their driveway.
I was halfway to my house I still couldn't see properyly, and not even concentrating on being safe. I was just crossing the street when lights blinded me and I heard a loud honk. I only had time to gasp before the impact sent me flying off my bike. Lying on the road, my body wet with a thick liquid and my eyes drifting closed was the last thing I remembered.

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