Stole My Heart
Chapter 3
Louis POV
I can't believe I did that to her. I'd practically wripped her heart out, boiled in and force fed it back to her. I wasn't that sort of person... Well I didn't think I was anyway, but look what I have done to her. She's broken and it's all my fault. I've been ignoring her, and concentrating on Eleanor.
That night, Eleanor had gone home after a while, because she was and I quote 'Sick of the depressing mood'. She'd never liked Holly, and I doubt Holly had ever liked her. I'd gone to bed, wanting to be alone and soon fell asleep into a peaceful slumber. The dream I'd had, reminded me of the times Holly and I used to share.
*FLASHBACK/DREAM*
3rd Person
9 year old Louis was sat by his best friend, Holly in his room. They were both sat on his bed, watching their all time favorite film Grease. That was something that Louis loved about Holly. They both had the same taste in film. There was never any argument on where they watch Grease or not. It was a simple yes every time.
"Lou?" Holly asked her best friend, since forever.
"What up shorty?" Louis had found it fun, to start calling her shorty last year, as she'd seemed to have shrunk. It annoyed her at first, but after aw while she got used to it, and it no longer bothered her.
"Promise me something?" She asked, looking up at him.
A small frown spread across Louis' brow as he looked down at her. He paused the movie, unwrapped his arm from around her shoulders and looked down at her, with a serious face. "Anything...?"
"Promise me, that when you become famous, you won't forget about me?" Holly said, looking serious, yet scared at the same time. She'd always had this fear, that one day he would up and leave her, never to talk to her again.
"Firstly, I'm not going to be famous. Second, how could I ever forget about you? You're my shorty and you always will be Hol. I promise." Louis flashed her that smile, the smile that he only had for her.
"You will be famous, one day Lou. I know these things." Holly smiled. Louis shook his head and leaned back again. He once again wrapped his arm over her shoulders, and she nestled her head in the crook of his arm. He played the film again, and both of them sat there, for the rest of the night watching the film, laughing and joking with each other. All seriousness gone. They were just two carefree 9 year olds.
*END OF FLASHBACK/DREAM*
Louis POV
I woke up with a start after that. It was 100% true now. I'd broken my promise to her. How could I have let it come to this? How could I have let Eleanor, come between me and my childhood best friend? I had promised her that no one would ever come between us, and now look what's happened and it's all my fault.
Looking over at my clock, I saw that it had just turned 11am. The sun was shining through the blinds. Usually a morning like this would make me smile, but right now, nothing other than making my best friend, want to be around me again, would make me smile.
I'd possibly destroyed her, and I didn't even know I was doing it. I had let me love for another woman, destroy the friendship I'd had with the girl that had been there for me for as long as I can remember.
What have I done?
I jumped up out of bed as fast as possible, and ran for my phone. Recently, I'd started leaving it in the kitchen at night, otherwise I'd be on twitter all night, tweeting the fans, or talking to random people about mindless drivel.
As I ran down the hall, I bumped into Harry, who watched me go with confused expression. "Lou?" He called, but I didn't answer. I was on a mission.
I ran through the kitchen in search of my phone. When I found it, I looked through my contacts in search of the name, that I hadn't looked for in a while. It took me about 3 attempts, because I kept going past the name.
"Louis? What's going on?" Zayn asked me, as he walked through the kitchen door, the other boys closely behind him, all looking at me confused. I ignored him and carried on with that I was doing.
I found Holly's name, took a deep breath, and pressed call. It rang for a moment before it went straight to voice mail. The sound of her voice, was like music to my ears. I hadn't paid attention to it for so long, and now I was. I wish I'd never stopped.
As soon as the phone beeped, I took a deep breath and said into the phone looking at the other boys. "I'm sorry shorty, and I miss you." I ended the call, and dropped my phone down on the counter. I looked at the other boys, and for the first time since I'd phoned her I realized that there were tears spilling from my eyes.
I stood up, and as I walked past them, each of them gave me a slap on the back. I walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch, putting Grease on, and remembering the old times, with my best friend. The times, before I was famous. The times before Eleanor came along. The good times.
