First of all, sorry for the lack of updates but i have had writers block and tons of work in school. But here it is, and it is really long! I wanted to thank my friend Natalia, you are awesome babes. Enjoy...

Louis's POV

Why was she doing this again? It tore me apart seeing her in this
state.

"She is my best friend; I can't stand to see her like this!" I
muttered to myself, not noticing when the door opened and closed.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I immediately recognized the smell
of Chloe's Can Can perfume, that began to fill my nostrils with its
sweet smell. As I turned around, I placed carefully a small strand of
her black hair behind her ear and kissed her softly on the temple.

"What's going on?" She asked softly as she guided me through the house
I knew so well and sat in one of the couches.

"It's Becky; I'm just worried for her." I said, putting my head in my
hands and moving it sideways.

"Is she ok?" She said, oblivious to everything that had happened to her
in the past.

"Well… I'm not supposed to talk about this." I said remembering what
Becky first told me when she talked to me about it.

"You know you can trust me, if the problem is of me telling anyone, I
won't tell a soul about it." As she said this, she imaginarily zipped
closed her mouth and threw an invisible key away.

I couldn't stop the soft giggle that was now leaving my lips or the
smile that was slowly spreading in my face. When did I got so lucky? I
had to tell her, she had the right to know.

"You may want to sit down; you have the right to know what is going on
with Rebecca." I said as I pulled her down to the empty spot right
next to me on the couch.

"Is it that serious?" She asked as a worried look flashed her features.

"It is harder than anything you can imagine." As I finished saying
this, I began remembering what had happened last year with her.

*Flashback*

I was tired of telling her over and over again, that he wasn't right
for her. He had broken her heart so many times, she had stopped
keeping track. But she loved him, and she let him back every time he
asked for forgiveness.

It was a cold December afternoon and suddenly the front door of my
house opened, letting a rush of cold wind enter the warm house.

"Becky, I thought you were going to go out with Joe." I said as she
entered the kitchen and placed her things on the counter.

"He cancelled, once again." She couldn't stop the sad look that was
appearing on her face.

"What did he said this time?" I said, taking a cup from one of the
shelves and began to heat water on the kettle, to make her a cup of
her favorite tea.

"He had a medical appointment, but I can't quite believe him." She said
this as she sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen, putting her head
in her hands and shaking it lightly.

"Becky, why are you still going out with him?" I asked as I poured
the hot water on the cup and added the tea bag to it, finally passing
it to her.

She lifted her head from the table, looked at the smoking cup of tea,
the back to me. A small smile appeared on her face as she grabbed the
cup.

"Lou, please not this again. I have told you that it is because I love
him, he is important for me." Her eyes watered when she finished
talking.

"Its okay baby, I won't talk again about it if it makes you feel
uncomfortable." I grabbed her from the shoulders and pulled her into
my embrace.

I hugged her tighter as I felt her tears rolling down her cheeks and
forming a small stain on my white and blue striped t-shirt.

"What's wrong? Has he done something to you? I swear that if that
idiot…" She cut me off mid-sentence, placing one of her tiny fingers
on top of my lips to make me stop talking.

"I'm just tired of this, everything." She whispered softly against my
chest.

"This again? Please tell me you haven't done anything stupid." My
voice note suddenly changing to one of worry.

Since her father left her and her brother alone, she had been almost
all the time in a low mood. Although she had been going to counseling
and she was improving, she still had this extreme mood changes. Becky
was very sensible, anything you said to her could make her break down
and when she did, and she didn't know how to control it.

Her problems with drinking had begun a year ago, she got wasted at
almost every party, but I didn't worry. We were teenagers, it was
almost normal. But then she began getting drunk alone at her house,
when she got extremely sad and no one could make her stop. That's when
I decided she needed help.

"A couple times, not too much anyways." She replied shrugging her
shoulders.

"Becky, why are you doing this again?" I asked as I cupped her face
with my hands delicately.

"I don't know anymore, I just can't handle my life anymore." She began
to cry again, tears running wildly down her cheeks and into my hands.

I tried desperately to help her, cleaning the falling tears but
failing completely. On my last attempt to try to do something, I
carried her in my arms to one of the couches in the living room of my
house.

Once she was lying there, I went l to a small closet under the stairs
and took one of her favorite blankets. When I arrived, I pulled it
onto of her and went back to the kitchen to get her cup of tea.

We both sat there silently as she drank her tea, but it was a
comfortable silence. She finished it and placed the empty cup on the
coffee table and pulled her legs to her chest, hugging them with her
arms and placing her head on top of them.

I placed my arm on her back and began to rub small circles on it. She
seemed to calm down a bit and her eyes began to close slowly. I pulled
her to my lap as she drifted away and fell asleep.

As I stroked her blonde hair softly, I felt my eyelids closing slowly
and also fell asleep.

The sound of a message woke me up of what seemed like years of sleep,
but in reality were a couple of hours. I checked my phone to see the
hour; seven o clock. Rebecca was still asleep on my lap, and
apparently it was her phone the one that was sounding.

She stirred softly as she began to wake up, and rubbed her eyes with
her hands. She turned around and looked up to my face, a small smile
forming on her lips. After a couple minutes of being awake she
realized her phone was ringing, so she stood up and took it out from
her pocket. I was unable to read her expression as she unlocked the
phone, but her face fell when she saw something in it.

Her eyes began to water and she started to shake as she sobbed
quietly. I took the blackberry from her hands and looked at the
messages. There it was; a new bbm from Joe. He had sent a picture,
apparently kissing another girl. And after it, he wrote: 'This is over
bitch; I'm tired of all of your shit.'

He had broken up with her, after all the times she had forgiven him,
all the chances he was given and all the times he had broken his
heart. As I thought all this, she took the phone from my hands and
began to walk to the door. I just stood there, confused and not
knowing what to do.

Now that I think it, I should have followed her. It could have changed
everything that happened that night.

But I didn't, I stayed in my house waiting for her to come back. The
thing is, she never did. An hour had passed and I was starting to
worry, it wasn't normal for her not answering her phone, let alone not
even reading a message. But there wasn't any signal from her, and I
began thinking the worst.

I grabbed my coat from the closet at the entrance of the house, and
opened the door, suddenly being engulfed by the cold wind of the
winter night. Her house was right next to mine, so I arrived in a
matter of minutes. The door of her house was open, she never left it
like this.

I ran quickly up the stairs, going directly to her bedroom. The door
was open and as soon as I was in, I glanced around to see if she was
in sight. However, the only thing I saw was the small red stain on the
carpet where the bathroom door was. My eyes widened in surprise and
my heart almost skipped a beat.

I tried desperately to open the door, but something was blocking it.
Soon I realized it was Rebecca's body lying on the floor. I pushed
myself into the bathroom through the narrow opening and saw her lying
there.

Blood was streaking from cuts in her wrists and ankles and a blade
rested on her right hand. Her thin frame was covered in blood and in
her other hand she held the phone with the picture Joe had sent her
open.

I began to panic, not knowing what to do. My mind blocked for a moment
and all I could think about was me without her. We had been together
since always, and we had helped each other through good and bad times.
The thought of having to go on alone gave me the courage I needed now.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed her body from the floor and began
running. I ran as fast as I could to the closest hospital that was
about 20 minutes from our houses.

Everyone that passed by my side looked at me weirdly, but I didn't
cared. All that mattered to me at the moment was saving her, keeping
Becky alive.

I arrived breathless to the hospital and as soon as I entered through
the doors of the emergency room, a nurse ran with a stretcher. She
told me to put her there, that they would take care of them. But
somehow my arms wouldn't let go of her body, there was something
inside of me that wanted to keep her with me.

A couple nurses arrived a within seconds and quickly detached my
strong arms from Rebecca's almost lifeless body. As soon as her body
was out of my arms, something inside me died and I fell to the floor.
The two nurses that had taken her away from me helped me to stand up
again and guided me to a chair in the waiting room.

"Are you okay honey?" One of them said softly to me.

"I guess I am." I whispered softly, looking at the floor.

"I'll bring you a glass of water, and then we need you to fill out
some forms." The other nurse was talking now and I heard both of their
steps getting softer as they walked away.

My head was now in my hands and I could feel the tears pouring from my
eyes uncontrollably and onto my palms. I was trying to figure out why
she had done this, why had she gone to this. The image of her bleeding
body on the floor kept running over and over again on my mind, and as
hard as I tried, it wouldn't get out of there. As all this passed
through my head, my eyelids began to close slowly, being the sight of
the nurses, the last one before I fell asleep

*End of the Flashback*

"Poor Becky, she has had to carry with those problems all this time."
The look in her face was probably the one I had the day all this
happened.

"She doesn't like people knowing she is actually weak. That's why she
hasn't told anyone." I said as I thought about her.

"Lou, I think I should be going now it's really late and my parents
are going to worry." She said as she stood up and began to walk to the
door.

"No, Chloe wait! We can both stay here, Becky always lets me stay here
in the guest room." I said as I walked towards her.

"If you say so…" She said taking my hand.

"It's ok, this way Madame." I said in my best posh accent while trying
not to laugh.

"Oh, thanks sir." She said back as we entered the bedroom.

I sat on the soft bed and was instantly tired. My eyes were starting
to close, but Chloe's voice kept me from falling asleep.

"Lou, what am I going to use?" She said as she looked to me.

I slowly took off my t-shirt and passed it to her. When it was on her
hands, she began to take off all her clothes until her bra and panties
were left, and then placed my shirt on top of that. I smiled and
turned to the side, and a couple seconds later I felt her crawling to
the bed and hugging me softly.

Then she began to kiss the back of my neck, and I knew what was
coming as she slowly turned my body so I was looking to her. I crashed
my lips to her as our kiss got rougher by the minute. When we tore
apart for air, I thought of Becky. She was upstairs alone in her
bedroom, asleep because I didn't want her to drink anymore. All of
this made me feel suddenly guilty.

"Beautiful, not tonight." I said as I pulled away from her.

"What's wrong?" She said with a confused look in her face.

"Becky, she's upstairs. I can't do this to her you know?" The words
came out of my mouth easily.

"That's ok, I completely understand you." She said, kissing my
forehead when she finished.

I hugged her tightly and she placed her head in my bare chest, that's
when I fell asleep.

Rebecca's POV

It was early in the morning. I could tell because there were no lights
outside the window. My head was aching from last night and I felt my
throat dry, so I decided to go downstairs to drink something. My legs
hurt as I got down the bed, it had been an awful night. As I looked
down, I realized I was wearing the same clothes from last night.
Before going downstairs, I took off the dress and instead wore the
black sweatpants and white t- shirt I used while getting ready for the
party.

The pain in my legs was almost unbearable going down the stairs, but I
was still able to get to the kitchen. The clock on the microwave read
6:37 in the morning, although it seemed like it was earlier. I walked
to the fridge, opened it and took out a bottle of water. From one of
the drawers I took out something for my headache and placed it on my
mouth, then took a big swig of water.

As the cold liquid went down my throat, I thought of what had happened
last night. Harry, the thought of his name made me shiver. Maybe it
was just a stupid teenage crush, or maybe it wasn't.

I walked out of the kitchen, still holding the bottle of water in my
hands. I thought about Lou, where had he gone last night? I decided to
check the guest room, most of the time he stayed there when I was
really late to leave.

The door was closed, that meant he was here. I opened it slowly just
in case he was sleeping. As soon as it was open, the bottle of water
slipped from my hands and fell loudly to the floor. Next to Louis,
Chloe was sleeping soundly. I was definitely not expecting to see
this. The moment the bottle of water hit the floor, Louis's eyes
opened and looked at me in shock. He began to stand up slowly from
the bed and walked towards me.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you doing today?" He said as he planted a small
kiss on my temple.

"I'm ok." I said harshly.

"Is everything fine?" He asked with a worried note in his voice.

"What the hell is she doing here?" I asked as I glanced to the bed.

"It was late, I couldn't let her go home alone!" His voice raised a
tone as he said this.

"And what about it? You did it without asking me, it's MY house!" I
said louder than I expected.

"Let's talk out, she's asleep if you can't see it." His words came out
of his mouth hatefully.

As he finished saying this, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of
the room. When we were in the living room of my house, he let go of it
and sat on one of the sofas.

"You know why I couldn't ask you? Because you were drunk! So drunk I
had to carry you to your bed! Don't you remember that?" He shouted at
me this time and I couldn't stop the tears that were now falling down
my cheeks.

"I thought you understood me, that I was important to you." I said
with my shaking voice.

"You are important to me, but Chloe, she is also important for me! She
is my girlfriend for goodness sake!" Every time he talked, he did it
louder.

"Don't you care about me anymore?" I yelled to him as more tears
poured from my eyes.

"I do care about you Becky! And Chloe also does, but it's not
everything about you all the time!" You could see the anger in Louis's
eyes as he talked.

"How do you know she really cares about me?" My voice lowered a bit
this time.

"Come here." He said as he patted the empty space next to him on the
sofa.

"What's wrong?" I said as I sat down.

Louis's arm snaked around my shoulders and I placed my head on his
arm. Tears were falling quickly from my eyes, but he was cleaning them
with his thumb.

"Becks, I had to tell her." He said almost in a whisper.

My body froze and I quickly pulled away from him. He had told her what
had happened one year ago. The dark secret I had been able to keep for
this long.

"Why did you do that!" My voice was loud enough, even for her to
listen.

"She had the right to know about it!" He answered as he stood up, and
looked down at me.

"You can't decide who to tell! It's not about you!" I screamed, angry
tears rolling down my cheeks.

"What's going on?" A small voice talked. It was Chloe.

"And after everything you know, you dare to appear like this! I know I
can't lean on any of you! This friendship was bullshit! You'll never
understand what it feels to be like me! Get out if my fucking house!"
I was crying way too much as I said this, and I had to stop every few
words to catch my breath.

"Becks, calm down baby." Chloe said softly as she hugged me.

I pulled away immediately and pushed her away from me. I wasn't able to
stand anything that came from them at the moment.

"Rebecca, what the fuck are you thinking! I love Chloe and I'm not
going to lose her because of you!" I had never seen him this angry,
but he was defending her! It had to be me.

"Oh, now everything is clear. You love more that bitch, than your best
friend!" I screamed this as realization hit me.

"She's my girlfriend, how dare you call her like that! I love her and
I don't fucking care if you like it or not!" His face was red, I
thought he was going to explode.

But in that moment I couldn't handle it anymore and I collapsed to the
floor crying. My head was in my hands and I felt the tears falling
heavily from my eyes.

"I'm sorry Becky, I didn't mean to say that. Please don't get like
this, I hate seeing you in this state." I heard him talk without
looking at him. Then I felt some arms snaking in my back and rubbing
it softly.

I knew he was kneeled next to me, even though I wasn't seeing. So with
the last ounce of strength I had left in me, I pushed him hardly
backwards. I heard him fall down and then I lifted my head to see what
I had done.

Chloe was offering him her hand as he stood up. I thought he would be
angrier than ever. However, his face looked sad.

"Rebecca, you're not the only one with issues here, we've all got
problems. And I have been and will be there whenever you need me, even
if you don't want me there. Just think about it." He said, and I swear
I saw a tear rolling down his cheek.

"But Lou.…" He didn't let me finish talking.

"And don't bother in kicking us out of your house, we are leaving on
our own!" When he finished talking, he grabbed Chloe's hand and walked
to the door.

"Wait! Please don't leave me alone!" My voice came out as a whisper
between the loud sobs.

"You need to think things Becky, call me when you're ready." After
this, he closed the door.

I sat there a couple minutes, not yet believing what had happened. My
head began hurting again and my eyes were sore from all the crying. I
felt tired again, so I decided to go upstairs and sleep again.

My feet were heavy as I walked upstairs and into my comfy bed and
although I had a lot in my mind, the last thing I remembered before
falling asleep was the tear rolling down Louis's cheek.

Louis's POV

I felt awful for leaving her alone, she was feeling really bad, but
she also had to know how it felt like to face problems alone. I knew
this attitude in me wouldn't last long, Rebecca meant a lot for me and
although I made her feel worse, she didn't deserve all that was
happening to her.

Rebecca's POV

I woke up again, not knowing where I was. I turned around to look the
clock on the night table, 11:37 am. My mind was still recognizing
where I was, when I suddenly I remembered the fight with Louis. I had
really messed up things this time.

I stood up and looked for my phone around my bedroom. It was lying
somewhere on the floor. I picked it up and turned it on. I waited
patiently as my thoughts raced through the events of this morning.
Its light almost blinded me and I quickly looked through my contacts
for Lou. It began to dial and I quickly placed the phone in my ear.

"Hello?" It was Chloe's voice and I totally blocked.

"Hi, is there anybody there?" She talked again.

"Its uhm Rebecca." I whispered softly through the phone.

"Hey, do you need to talk to Louis?" She answered back, sweetness in
her voice.

"Yes please." I felt really small suddenly, like if I was talking to
my mom once again.

"Becky hun, you know I won't tell anyone about, uhm you know that. And
if you need anything just tell me." She was so nice and I had been
very mean with her.

"Thanks, it means a lot to me." I talked at a normal volume this time.

"Wait until I call him, it won't be long." She said I heard things
moving.

"Hey gorgeous, are you ready now?" His voice through the phone brought
a smile to my face.

"I guess so. I'm really sorry for what happened earlier Lou." My eyes
filled with tears as I talked.

"It's ok, you were confused at the moment. I should have asked you
before I told her." His voice was caring as he talked.

"I didn't wanted to tell you all that." I broke down when I finished
talking.

"Do you want me to go there?" He said and I could hear a note of worry
in his voice.

"Yees." I said between sobs.

"Don't worry, I'll be there in a minute." He said this and hung up the
phone.

I was still holding the phone in my hands looking at the empty screen.
Tears were flowing fast down my cheeks, but the thought of me looking
like this gave the energy to stand up and go do something with me.

I walked to my closet and took out a floral top. Then pulled off the
other shirt I was wearing and placed on the new one. I ran quickly to
the bathroom and took off last night's make up. As I was finishing to
get ready, the doorbell rang.

I ran downstairs hoping to see Louis's face. But when I opened the
door, my hopes fell.

It was Harry

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