Sooooo… what do you think of the last one? REVIEW AND TELL ME! ;D still not sure what to do with the whole 'Louis-JJ-Harry' thing, and I wanna know what you guys think, so review and tell me! Hope you like this one…

Chapter 10- An Unwanted Visitor

"I so don't have time for this. I have to go to college." When I secretly prayed earlier for a way out of going to college, this is soooooooooo not what I meant…

"C'mon, Jordan, I haven't seen you in 2 years. I just want to talk." He reaches for me but I step back and grab Louis.

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" I shake my head. "I don't want you here, okay? Please leave."
"Please, Jordy, just give me a chance." He uses his old nickname for me, hoping to soften me. It has the opposite effect.

"Don't. Call. Me. That. You lost all right to call me that when you beat the shit out of my mum in front of me." My Dad winces and Louis gasps softly. He rubs my arm reassuringly, but I grasp his hand for support.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan. And I've told your mum that before, and she accepted. I was drunk at the time, but I know that's not a good enough excuse, which is why I agreed to the divorce. Is she here? Does she know I'm out yet? How is she?" He seems genuinely concerned when I don't answer, and my eyes fill with tears; no matter how much I've grown to hate this man, he's still my Dad, and telling him this is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do. I don't know what to say…

"She… um, she…" I stop, unable to say it. Louis looks into my eyes, silently asking me a question, and I nod.

"Urm, sir, I'm Louis, Harry's best mate." He holds out his hand, and Dad shakes it. "There's something you ought to know. Maybe you should sit down." I point to the garden chairs down the side of the house and Louis brings them over. He and Dad sink into their chairs, but I stand behind Louis, too fidgety to sit down. Louis goes to pull me onto his lap, remembers it's my Dad we're talking to, and settles for holding my hand instead.

"Okay, what's going on?" Dad starts to look worried. I take a deep breath, but when I try to speak the words fail me.

"Sir," Louis says, stepping in for me. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Mrs Jones was involved in a car crash on Saturday and… and she didn't make it." Dad looks at us like we're making a sick joke, but then it actually sinks in, and the colour in his face disappears at an alarming rate.

"Oh God." He puts his head in his hands and starts to cry, and a sudden realisation hits me; he loved my mum, and he never stopped loving my mum. It doesn't change what he did, but I feel myself softening. I start to speak, but I hear my phone ring. Louis chuckles slightly; I finally changed my ringtone, but to "Na Na Na" instead. I walk away and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Oi, you! Where the hell are you?"

"Nice to speak to you too, Chloe. I'm at home." I dart in the house, grab some tissues, and hand them to my Dad.

"Yeah, I gathered that. What I meant is; why aren't you here to endure the boring English Lit lecture with me?"

"Urm… I'm not going to be in today, Clo; sorry. Can I copy your notes?"

"I guess. You'd better have a good reason!" I wince slightly. She's gonna kill me when she finds out I haven't told her anything.

"I do, I promise. Can you come round straight after with your notes? I'll explain everything then."

"Okay but only because you're my twin. I can sense that some serious shit is going down; are you okay?"

"No, not really." I sigh into the phone. There's no point lying to her; she knows me too well. "See you later?"

"Okay then. Bye." She hangs up and I turn to Louis, who flashes his eyes at me as if to say "help!"

"I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?" I turn to my dad, who's shaking his head in denial.

"Jordan, I've just been told that the mother of my child is dead. How do you think I'm feeling?"

"Well I'm very sorry, it's not like she was my mum or anything, is it? It's not like I was the one that the cops came to tell, is it? Or that I was the one who had to go to see the body? Well, in the end Harry did, but that's not the point. I'm the one that had to put the pieces back together when you destroyed her! I'm the one that has to organise her funeral! I'm 18; I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANY OF THIS!" All my feelings come out in a rush, and I shake with rage and various other emotions. Louis grabs hold of my hand but I pull away.

"Just leave." I say to my 'Dad'.

"No." He stands up. "We need to talk."

"No, we don't. Leave. Now. Or I'll call the police." I gesture in the direction of the road.

"Fine. But I'm coming back soon, and we're going to talk." He reaches for me again and I grab Louis, who stands in front of me. Dad's eyes flash with anger, and then he realises he's just making things worse, so he turns and hurries away. As soon as he's out of sight I collapse to my knees and sob heavily. Louis wraps his arms around me and kisses my hair.

"I can't believe he's here." I repeat it over and over again, rocking back and forth like I'm insane. Louis rocks with me and tries to calm me down. When I manage to stop, I look up at Louis and grimace. "I'm so sorry for this, I…"
"Shut up." Louis plants a kiss on my forehead and shakes his head. "It's okay."
"No, it's not! I've known you for 2 days, and all I've done is cry on you!" I pull away from him and take his face in my hands. "Why are you putting up with me?"

"Because you're my friend." He says uneasily. Oh God, now I've started I can't stop…

"It's more than that, isn't it?" He tries to look away but I force him to look at me. "Lou?"

"Did you just call me 'Lou'?" He smiles, changing the subject.

"Well, yeah. That okay? Or would you rather I called you Hughey, or Chop Suey?" I laugh, recalling the interview I'd watched a few months ago.

"Oh, God, you watched the Sugarscape interview, didn't you?" he groans playfully.

"Maybe…" I laugh. "I shall start calling Niall 'Nail File'. What was wrong with him on that video? Did you give him drugs or something before?"

"No, he was just over tired. Or hyper." He grins. I notice something on the floor, and I pick it up.

"Is that your Dad's wallet?" Louis asks. I nod, and start to open it. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Not stealing his money, if that's what you think! He just got out of prison, anyway; he won't have anything in here." I open it curiously and find… nothing. No picture of me, or my mum, or anything. "There's nothing."

"Like you said, he just got out of prison. Maybe it's new." Louis takes it from me. "C'mon, let's go."

"Go where?" He pulls me to my feet, takes my stuff from me and dumps it inside and then steals my keys so he can lock the door.

"Out. I'm taking you to lunch." He chucks my keys at me and I catch them… just.

"What, and get mobbed by screaming girls? No thanks!" I say sarcastically.

"Please?" He smiles sweetly. I just don't want this to feel like a date… or do I?

"But Chloe's gonna be here after the lecture, which finishes in an hour." I whine.

"I'll have you back, I promise! I'll take you to Nando's!" He grins.

"Okay, you have me persuaded. But we HAVE to be back here in an hour, okay?"

"Yep." He grins triumphantly and grabs my hand. "To Nando's!" He raises his other arm like superman, and I shake my head.

"You're so strange!" I dart in front of him and race him to the car. He beats me, and leans against the car in the typical pose that every girl dreams about. Oh my God… He laughs at my gawping, and I look away.

"After you, milady." He bows theatrically and opens the door for me. I smile and slide into the passenger seat.

"Freak…" I mutter under my breath.

"And proud of it!" Louis laughs, getting into the driver's seat. I laugh at Louis and he abruptly leans in and kisses my cheek, before starting the engine and driving away without a word. I slide further down in to my seat, wondering how the hell my life ended up in such a mess…