Identity

(Outfit for the night out)
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I stumbled into up the stairs to the floor our room was on which was really far up especially in my drunken state. I fumbled with the room key card, I couldn't seem to swipe it the right direction no matter how many times I tried. So I pulled my phone out of my bra and texted the first name I could find.

To Louis: Cann yuo comes lut meh in pleuse?

I giggled after I sent the message, realizing how crazy it sounded with my obvious drunk words. I sit down on the wall across from the door my legs tired from climbing so many floors up. My phone vibrated in my hand a few minutes later.

From Louis: I'm on my way to the door now. Are you drunk Lacy?

To Louis: Muybe ;)

Knowing that he was coming to the door I tried to stand myself up by using the wall for support. But I fell right back down. Damn why did I take those last three tequila shots! I heard laughter in front of me and when I looked up I saw a smiling Louis staring at me.

"Why hello Mr.Tommo! Would you be kind enough to help me up? I'm just a little tipsy." I giggle.

"Yeah, a little my ass. We have a show tomorrow. What were you thinking?" He scolded while grabbing my hands and pulling me up gently.

"I'm sorry..." I pouted. "But I had so much fun. Besides the part where I had to climb the stair all the way up here..." I laughed. He stared at me trying not to laugh. "What?" I asked confused.

"You do know there's an elevator right, love?" He chuckled. For some reason when he called me love my heart skipped a beat.

"Wait I could of done that?" I mumbled mostly to myself. He laughed and continued guiding me
into the hotel room we all shared. It had four rooms so two of the guys had to share a room. Luckily Louis had his own room so he didn't wake anyone up when he came to let me in. But me on the other hand, I'm surprised I didn't wake anyone up with my giggling and tripping on the adventure to my room. When we get to my room I automatically fall onto my bed and take my heels off. Louis walks to my closet and grabs me an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. He helps me take my dress and turns around as I slip ot of it and pull the shirt over my head and the shorts on after. I sit on the edge of the bed and that's when I feel the familiar fabric brush against my arm and that's when I realize I'm wearing his shirt. I feel tears come into my eyes until they are freely flowing down my cheeks. I start sobbing an Louis turns around and rushes to my side almost instantly.

"Lacy, what's wrong!" He asked with concern deeply in his voice.

"Get it off me! Please get it off me!" I sob trying to unbutton the plaid shirt hastily, my shaky hands unable to undo the buttons. Louis hesitantly started unbuttoning the shirt while I sat there with my face covered as I sobbed. Once the buttons were undone I slipped the shirt off and through it across the room and started sobbing again. Louis rushed to my closet again and grabbed me a gray sweatshirt and slipped it on me. He then laid me down under the covers and climbed into my bed with me. He hugged me close and as I cried into his chest. Once I calmed down a little and I could talk, Louis pulled me back slightly and looked at me with a worried look.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. I sniffled and nodded. he just left it there but I wanted to answer the questions I knew were flying around in his head. I cleared my throat and sniffles again before speaking.

"It was my dads shirt." My voice cracked. "He left me and my mom when I was fourteen." I said feeling the tears well up in my eyes again. "He didn't say anything or do anything different, he acted the same way he always did the day he left. I still remember it like it was yesterday. He gave me a longer and tighter hug, a sweeter kiss, that morning I left for school. When I came home I was excited to tell him about my grades on my report card but when I walked through the door, I heard yelling. When I walked into the living room I saw my parents fighting. I don't know what they were fighting over but before I could ask my dad stormed over to me and yelled at me, 'This is all your fault! You piece of trash! You ruined everything!'" I said to Louis as I sobbed quietly, my fathers words echoing in my head. I felt Louis pull me tighter against him. We were so close. I feel so comfortable with him. "I was so confused on why he was yelling at me. I remember crying while my dad ran upstairs and my mom followed after him. Minutes later he was dragging suitcases down the steps and towards the front door and behind him screaming 'You can't do this to us! We need you! You can't just get up and leave!' He didn't listen though. He kept going. To his truck. Out of the driveway. Down the road. And he left town. Maybe the country for all I know, but I do know that he didn't look back once while he pulled out of out driveway and drove carelessly down the road leaving my family behind. He didn't care about me. He never did." I finished the story still crying but a little lighter now that I'm exhausted from tonight's activities with Selena.

"I'm really sorry Lacy. I didn't know that was his shirt."

"It's okay. I didn't know it was in my bag. It's the only shirt he left behind when he left us." I replied yawning.

"You're tired. I should probably go back to my room so you can sleep." He said loosening his grip around me. I instantly stiffened.

"No! Please stay with me. Just tonight. Please." I begged, Looking at him with tears in my eyes. I think he realized how hurt I was right now and that leaving would just remind me of my dad which he didn't want to cause that kind of pain towards me. He laid back down and put his arms back around me. I sighed at the comfy feeling of him keeping me safe. My head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his smooth breathing created a soft lullaby that slowly made me doze off into a deep sleep. I would imagine he fell asleep to because the next morning I woke up to a chorus of 'awe' and 'how cute'. Well shit. We're busted.

Notes

New chapter. What do you think? Sorry it's short! Comment what you think. Like and subscribe loves!

Xx -Erica