My Faults

Valerie's P.O.V.

My throat felt like it was closing up. No.. not an asthma attack... My eyes shifted and adjusted onto Zayn. Zayn? But... but, he's.. dead, right? I watched him scurry over towards me, pushing a familiar object into my mouth. A foreign substance travelled down my throat, opening up a pathway for air. Just like magic, fresh air entered my lungs.


Louis' P.O.V.

I ran into Valerie's room to see, Zayn removing her puffer away from her lips. She gasped for air and held onto his shoulders as I, out of breath from all this running, slumped onto the bed.

"LOU!" Valerie shrieked. I shot up, and looked at her alarmingly. She removed her hands from Zayn and grabbed my hands frantically then dropped them. Her hands shook as she whispered, "You're alive?" Zayn looked at me bewildered and shrugged a little when my face contorted into pure and utter confusion. "What on Earth are you going on about, Valeria?" My voice increased in volume as my anger appeared. Her eyes began tearing again for the.. I've lost count already.

"No! Don't you dare cry to me! Do you even know how much trouble you've caused Zayn and I?!" Zayn tried to intervene but I cut him off by saying, "First you're screaming at this stupid doll," I held out the doll where she flinched almost immediately. "Oh, so you don't like this doll?" She whimpered and held onto Zayn. "For Pete's sake will you get over yourself?! You're 19, Valeria, 19!! I've had about enough of your damn stunts-"

"SHUT UP!!" she screamed at me. I was beyond furious with her. "You think I'm doing this on purpose? Is it my fault that I can see and hear things? Is it my fault that I have fucking asthma? Well NEWS FLASH Louis William Tomlinson, I am sorry that I'm a mistake in this family. Do you have any idea what it's like to have you think like them?" My jaw clenched shut tight when she referred me to those punks. "I'm delusional, aye?" she continued. "She," she pointed to the doll, "is a monster... I know I sound psychotic but you've got to believe me!" I scoffed, earning a glare from Zayn.

"She made me believe you're dead. She made me hear you and Zayn being tortured," she trailed off, staring at the doll in fear.

I lifted the doll close to my face and moved her arms around, putting on a high pitched voice, "Oh, I'm so scared." I felt a pang of guilt but I laughed it off to show I didn't care. What I didn't expect was this.

"You should be," she growled back. I stood up and left the room leaving her with Zayn. She really is getting delusional.

Notes

Ohhhh... Louis' being a dick. -.-