Tinkerbell Effect

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13ISMYNUMBER

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Him: You know, you'd always be my best friend.

Her: Yeah, till you find the perfect girl, you have me.

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-13ismynumberQUOTES

Part I

Burning Sight

You needed me in order to fly, Peter. And I was more than happy to be your Tinkerbell…or so I thought.

Preferring to be your best friend more than being your Wendy who eventually disappears, leaving you heartbroken and sad, I felt content.

I made my choice.

But behind the pixie dusts, flying against the wind moments, and Wendy's many departures from your side, I saw how different you look at her and you look at me.

And somehow, I found myself longing for that look…

Oh no matter how twisted it was, I wanted to be your Wendy even just once.

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To say summer was not her favorite season would be a lie, after all, she was born and named after this season. Summer Allison Thompson was your typical girl. Average height, average weight, brownish-red hair, straight white teeth due to braces, and hazel eyes. She sucked at any sport, and only excelled in academics but wasn't really the best. She was one of those people in the normal crowd that just got lucky to not be dumped in the nerds table because she happens to have a life outside of school.

Yes, typical little Summer enjoying her favorite season by the lake in their park before she has to go to work.

She took a summer job at the bookstore in the center of the town where every store is next to each other. She went there with her good friend, Jasmine also known as Jazz.

She sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned back on her elbows to feel the sun on her skin.

"Summer!"

And there goes her peace and quiet.

Summer groaned before opening her eyes, realizing that the person who called her already blocked her sun. "Hello to you too, Tammie." Summer said in a teasing manner.

"Oh whatever." Tammi said as posh as she could and then said, "How long did you know?"

Summer raised a brow, trying to play that she didn't know what she was talking about. Tammie knew all about this tactic she uses, "Oh please! Don't play dumb! How long did you know that he was coming home?"

Summer stood up brushing herself. If Tammie knew, chances are majority of the people in this town know as well. "Look, I just figured, okay? He broke up with Cassidy two days ago, he texted me that he's coming home yesterday."

Tammie scoffed. "Oh! So, now he remembers to text you! When he barely gave recognition to your existence for the past year!" Tammie shouted, flailing her arms around her. Summer rolled her eyes, not this again.

Tammie had been on her neck every time he was the topic. Could she really blame her? He was her best friend…regardless of whether he ignored her or not, which in Summer's defense, he didn't ignore her, he was just…busy.

Summer started to walk away as she heard Tammie continue scolding her, walking right beside her, "Summer! When will you wake up? He only needs you when he's either in a stupid mess, can't call his girlfriend or when he's heartbroken and needs picking up! And you know the worst part of it all, you call him your best friend, be there for him 24/7 waiting for his every beck and call while he can't even be bothered to reply and ask you how you are! Remember the time when you got your heart broken and you e-mailed him and all he said was, 'The guy's a d-bag and he doesn't deserve you! Love you. Louisxx' And he calls your ex a d-bag!"

Summer ignored her. Of course, how can she forget when Tammie would never stop reminding her?

When will she wake up?

Probably never.

Why?

Simply because somehow, she can't seem to stop caring, stop being a best friend to Louis Tomlinson.

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She was more than excited to see him. She had clutched to her cell phone, waiting for a text from him, like her life depended on it.

Ever since Tammie found out yesterday about Louis coming home, she hasn't stopped telling her to just ignore him and give him a taste of his own medicine. In which, Summer thought it was tempting until she remembers why he was going back home.

He got his heartbroken.

She sighed. Running a hand through her hair, she slumped further into the couch in their living room, her phone tossed a feet away on the couch as well. She glanced at it and then back at the t.v. that had been on the whole time but she hasn't even bothered to acknowledge.

Just when she thought that the hours could drag on, the doorbell rang and before she knew it she was on her feet, sprinting for the door. She yanked her door open and she saw Louis Tomlinson standing outside, hoodie on his head.

Her face lit up and she couldn't help but squeal as she hugged him tightly around the neck. He placed his arms abruptly around her, catching her before they both fall from the impact she brought.

"You're finally here!" Summer cheered when she pulled away from him. He smiled at her.

She dragged him inside, closing the door, behind her as she followed him to the living room. Louis had always known his way around her house. He grew up here with her.

On their childhood days, it would always be either her house or his, never another place. It was like this until they reached their teenage years. And then, one day, he decided he wanted to follow his dream and audition to the X-Factor. And of course, she supported him…all the way! Even when they were put in a band together, she was there, listening to him to about how he felt through the phone.

Summer sat down and he found himself slowly lying down on the couch, his head on her lap.

She knew this Louis a little too well. When he got himself heartbroken, he wasted no time to sulk. He would smile, sure, but then you'd see in his eyes how broken he was. And when Summer and him are alone and somehow, shut the whole world out from their own, he'll lie there, his head on her lap, her hands running soothingly on his hair…as he slowly finds himself crying. He wouldn't talk about it. Not a single word, until he managed to cry his heart out.

And this is exactly the scene playing.

Summer found herself, slowly running her hands through his hair. They sit there, in their own little world, silently. Summer decided to soothe him a little as she said, "It's okay, Lou. I'm here."

And once the words were out, she heard sobs and felt tears on her lap.

She was back here again, just like always. She finds herself try to pick up Louis' pieces as she too bruise herself.

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The morning light slowly made their way through the glass window and hit Summer's face. It was another day. Summer scrunched her face, the light blinding her as she tried to open her eyes. She tried to move, only to find her legs feeling numb. And then everything came running back to her.

Louis had done nothing but cry and simply lie quietly on her the whole night. She would admit it hadn't been the first time this happened but it's been a year and Summer was just wrapping her mind around the fact that he is back.

She rubbed her eyes, pushing the sleepiness away with force. She yawned and stretched her arms. She looked down to see Louis sleeping. She started to notice the bags under his eyes and how tired her looks. She can't help but pity him. Brining her fingers close to his face as she traced the bags, Louis started scrunching his nose, a habit he does when he was being disturbed in his sleep.

She let out a giggle. Oh, she had missed him. Too bad now is not the time to tell him that and enjoy his company, after all, he came home for the love, care and comfort that he only seem to find in her, her smile, slightly faded, turning into a sad one.

"Lou?" She called, shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

Louis immediately grabbed her hand in his, his eyes still closed. Summer tried to get her hand back but his grip tightened. "Louis! Wake up." She tried again.

This time, Louis replied, "Cassidy." His low sleepy murmur was unclear but still Summer managed to understand. She bit her lip.

The throbbing in her heart came and she couldn't find a proper reason why. She didn't know if it was because he was breaking right before her very eyes or because even if he was with her, he'd still be unreachable. It was selfish of her to think of the latter at a time like this but she can't help it. Even though, she must boldly admit, she had fallen for him once a long time ago, she had chosen to be his best friend more than anything else.

She pushed the thoughts away and ignored her heart. She shook his shoulder harder and made her voice louder, "Louis! Wake up!"

And that did the trick.

Louis' eyes flutter open. He slowly turned, so that he was not on his side but on his back, meeting gazes with Summer.

Summer took her hand back from him and somehow, the warmth that Louis felt was immediately gone. Pain flashed in his eyes, he knows, but then somehow, as if Summer's eyes were mirrors, pain flashed across them…only stronger and more visible.

Summer looked away, and Louis took this as a cue to sit up. He stretched his arms as he heard Summer shuffle behind him, trying to bring feeling back to her legs.

"Sorry about your legs." Louis said, knowing that he caused it.

"It's okay. I got used to it." Summer quietly replied. Louis turned to look at her.

She was still the same, he thought. Her hair was still easily tamed when tied back into a ponytail. She'd still bite her lip when she's thinking too deep. And her emotions still flash across her eyes, making her easy to read for him.

He can't help but smile.

One of the many things he loves about home was the fact that Summer still welcomes her with open arms…no matter what the circumstances are.

"What are you smiling about?" Summer asked, breaking his trance.

Louis shook his head. "Nothing, just glad to be home." Louis said. He stood up and stretched once again. Summer stood up as well, checking her cell phone.

"The lads would be here later. They said they'll come." Louis said, glancing at Summer who still had her eyes on her cell.

Louis felt irritated as he grabbed her cell from her and brought it up, out of her reach. "Hey!" Summer yelled.

"Were you even listening to me?" Louis said, irritation in his voice.

Summer rolled her eyes. "I was! You said the boys are coming…that's great." Summer then whispered, "If I met them."

"What?" Louis said, unconsciously lowering his arm with the cell, letting Summer take the chance to grab it from him. He didn't care. He wanted to confirm what he heard. "You never met them?"

Summer turned, avoiding his gaze. "Only because…"

The memory flashed in her brain, it happened almost a year ago, when Louis and his band were just trying their best to find their way into the fame. The reason she never met them was because Cassidy confronted her the day before Louis was coming home to visit, that she doesn't want her around when Louis and her should be spending every minute together. At first, Summer got mad at how obnoxious Cassidy was, thinking that she would just simply ignore her, but then Cassidy told her something she can't help but agree with. "You don't want Louis and I to get into a fight now would you?"

Her words rung in Summer's ears once more.

Truth be told, Louis was madly in love with Cassidy, that even a single fight could send him into the brink of insanity.

Cassidy, in lack of better term, was…is a total queen bee. And she knows it. As cliché and as immature as it may sound, Cassidy torments people but not physically, she drowns your soul through her skin piercing words and her hunting threats. Simply put, she can get what she wants when she wants. And sadly, Louis was oblivious to it all. Hell, every boy was oblivious to it all. They were all too mesmerized by her beauty and her so-called kindness, to even see who she really is when there's no boy around.

So, Summer wasn't so surprised when Louis found himself wrapped around her perfect little manicured finger.

She sighed as bit her lip before lying, "I was sick when you guys visited, remember?"

"Oh yeah!" Louis exclaimed, suddenly remembering the day Summer called him and say she couldn't come over because she suddenly got sick.

Summer was about to turn around and ask Louis if he wanted to eat when her phone rang.

"Hello?" Summer said.

"Hey, lovely! I was wondering if you'd need me to cover your shift for you later?" Summer knew it was Jazz.

"Why?" Summer asked, Louis was now in front of her, listening intently to her conversation.

"Because Louis is here. Come on, we both know you'd want to spend your time with him before he leaves." Jazz said. Summer smiled. This is what she loves about Jazz, she knows things, she keeps them and be the ever thoughtful girl everyone wants to be a friend of.

"Uhm. That's really nice of you, Jazz. Sure. Thank you so much!" Summer said, her grin never fading. Louis eyes her.

The call ends and Summer's eyes went to Louis. "Well, looks like Jazz is covering for me for work. What do you want to do?"

Louis beamed at her as she engulfed her in a bear hug. "Thanks, Summer. I really missed you!" He whispered into her ears.

She found herself hugging him back tightly as she whispered back, "That's what best friends are for."

The thing with Louis is, he's not a bad best friend at all. Sure he gets too caught with the fame and his girlfriend but he can be sweet when he wanted to. He never forgets the important dates and details in your life and would make it a point that he'd make you feel special by sending gifts that were really filled with thoughts.

Summer pulled away. "I'll make us breakfast before you decide to eat me instead."

Louis laughed.

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From: Cassidyxx

Message: Louis.:( I want to meet up, let's talk.

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"Hey, come on. Let's watch some movies." Summer called out to him as he entered the living room.

She was seated on the floor, piles of movies around her. Louis sighed, making her look back at him.

"What time does your work start?" Louis said, his voice controlled. He flipped his hair to the side.

Summer stood up, fear flashing in her face. "In an hour, why?"

"Uhm, an old friend wanted to…meet up. So, I was thinking you should just go to work instead." Louis explained. He brought his hand to fix his hair, removing it from his gaze.

Summer eyes his every move and he felt it. Summer licked her dry lips, her eyes still watching him. "Okay sure, I guess I can tell—"

"Okay. Thanks, bye!" And the slamming of the front door was all she heard.

She found herself so alone.

Every move of Louis replayed in her mind, especially how many time he would touch his hair.

It scared her…

Because he only does that when he's hiding something.

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Summer hugged her arms around her, the cold summer air was hitting as the late afternoon started to come and take its place in the sky. She has been sitting on the stairs of Louis' porch for half an hour.

The moment she was let out of work, the feeling of anxiousness still hasn't left her. So, she walked swiftly and decided to check on Louis, thinking he would be home by now. But it turns out, that even his mom was out. So, she ended up on his porch steps, ignoring the summer wind.

A car engine stops, and the door opens.

Summer looks up with a smile on her face…

Only to find out it wasn't him.

"Liam?"

Then Summer finally remembers that the other lads would be coming too today. Her eyes traveled and she saw the other lads and Mrs. Tomlinson. She knew every single one of them, how can she not? They were practically everywhere and in every topic the girls talk about. Niall closed the trunk after getting the last bag from it.

'So that's why the house is empty. Mrs. Tomlinson picked them up from the airport.' Summer thought.

"Uhm, I don't mean to be rude but, who are you?" Liam said, unsure.

Summer stood up abruptly from where she was seated at and placed out a hand, "I'm Summer Thompson, Louis' best friend."

Recognition became visible in Liam's face. The next thing Summer knew was that she was being hugged by Harry Styles. If this was another girl, they would have fainted from excitement and happiness but Summer's mind was somewhere else. She was still very much worried of Louis.

"So, you're Summer? The girl Louis sends gifts to!" Harry said, when he pulled away. Summer felt herself blush but she managed to nod.

"Well, Louis and Summer go way back. Don't you, sweetie?" Mrs. Tomlinson said, winking at her. Summer laughed.

"So, where's Louis?" Zayn Malik spoke up as he walked towards them.

Summer's eyes looked at all of them. She must say, they do look far more handsome in person. She smiled at them, "Actually I haven't seen h—"

Her words became into an abrupt stop, when her eyes landed on something across the street. The others' eyes followed hers and soon, they too were frozen and speechless like her.

There, on the other street was none other than Louis Tomlinson kissing Cassidy Park.

And all Summer could say before going back to her house beside Louis' was, "Oh, there he is."

13ismynumber

You were my Peter Pan and I was your Tinkerbell.

I'm the person you run to when you're broken and in pain. Sometimes, I want to tell you that I feel that too, worst part is, it's because of you.

Please do stay tuned and review.:)

Disclaimer: I do not own ONE DIRECTION but I do own the idea of this story and I do own the fictional characters. Thank you.

Stay Safe.

xoxo,

13ismynumber