Chapter 8

Louis POV

We were sitting in my bedroom. By we, I mean me, Harry and Ariana. We were planning Ariana's death. That sounds weird. Why would someone want to plan someone else's death? Well, murderers and hit men I suppose. And now I feel like a criminal. I'm planning how someone is going to die. Does that mean that I could be arrested for this? I don't want to go to jail! How can I do the job I want to do with a criminal record? Schools don't hire criminals! Is it even classed as murder? Or suicide? Or assisted suicide? You have to go to places like Switzerland to do that. If we don't tell anyone and just say she committed suicide then nobody will know. Will people even remember her? Nobody remembered Erika when it happened. Will Erika even remember dying? Will she believe us? Will this even work? If it doesn't, what will happen? All these questions were bugging me.

So anyway, we were sat in my bedroom ready to start discussing what was going to happen.

"First of all, we need Kayla to agree to throw a party." Harry said.

"How are we going to do that?" Ariana asked. Me and Harry both looked at her. "No way! I'm not asking her. I don't like her, why would I talk to her?"

"Well, she doesn't like me or Harry and she doesn't need to know that you don't like her. Just ask her." I said to her.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said, throwing her head back.

"Nope, deal with it. You agreed to do this so you have to go along with it." Harry said to her, smiling.

"Fine." She said sulkily.

"Right, now that that is sorted, what else do we need to do?" Harry asked.

"The car." I said.

"How can we plan that bit? Are you going to get someone to do it?" Ariana asked.

"But if we did that then it wouldn't be the same as last time." Harry said. And he was right. We didn't plan for Erika to die. That was something we didn't want to happen.

"So what? We just have to hope it happens?" Ariana asked.

"I guess." I said. "What about the argument?"

"What argument?" Ariana asked.

"Well, me and Erika had an argument right before she was hit. We have to have one." I said to her.

"And how did the argument start?" She asked.

"I got angry." I said, looking down.

"So I just have to get you angry then, yeah?" She asked.

"I guess so." I replied. This wasn't going to be fun. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"I don't think so. The only other thing is the party itself, which Ariana is asking about. Aren't you, Ariana?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." She said waving her hand.

"Well, you can ask that on Monday." I said to her.

"I will. Stop pressuring me." Ariana joked.

"Right. Well I had better get home now. It's getting late." Harry said, standing up.

"Yeah, me too." Ariana said, also standing. We walked downstairs and I said goodbye. Once they had gone, I closed the door and went up to my room. This was going to be really hard, and we only had 2 weeks until it had to happen.

Ariana POV

I was sitting in Louis' bedroom. We were planning my death. I never thought I would ever say that. Planning my own death. It just sounds weird. I wonder how the boys feel about this. Planning how someone is going to die. Is this against the law? Could they be arrested for this? Is this classed as murder? Or suicide? Or assisted suicide? Maybe this isn't such a good idea. They could get into serious trouble for this and I would be to blame. If nobody knows, and they keep it to themselves, then everything should be fine. But I know that if they are both under pressure like the police would make them, they would crack, or they wouldn't be very convincing. Will this work? If it doesn't work, then they have lost two people and I could never forgive myself. Well I suppose I won't be here, but still. Will people even remember me when I die? Nobody remembered Erika. Will Erika even remember dying? Will she remember me? Will she even know about me? Will she believe the boys if they tell her? All these questions were hurting my brain and annoying me. I couldn't tell the boys about it though because I promised I would do this and I want to, for them.

So anyway, sitting in the bedroom. We were discussing what was going to happen.

"First of all, we need Kayla to agree to throw a party." Harry said.

"How are we going to do that?" I asked. Louis and Harry both looked at me. "No way! I'm not asking her. I don't like her, why would I talk to her?" They want me, to talk to her? They must be having a laugh.

"Well, she doesn't like me or Harry and she doesn't need to know that you don't like her. Just ask her." Louis said to me. No freakin' way.

"You have got to be kidding me." I said, throwing my head back at the suggestion.

"Nope, deal with it. You agreed to do this so you have to go along with it." Harry said to me, smiling. The smug git.

"Fine." I said sulkily.

"Right, now that that is sorted, what else do we need to do?" Harry asked.

"The car." Louis said. Oh, right. The car. How could we forget about one of the most important things?

"How can we plan that bit? Are you going to get someone to do it?" I asked. Then that would be murder. Or accidental murder, or whatever you call it.

"But if we did that then it wouldn't be the same as last time." Harry said. And he has a point. Last time it wasn't planned. It just happened. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't plan that.

"So what? We just have to hope it happens?" I asked. There is only a small chance that could happen.

"I guess." Louis said. "What about the argument?"

"What argument?" I asked. What is he on about?

"Well, me and Erika had an argument right before she was hit. We have to have one." Louis said to me.

"And how did the argument start?" I asked curiously. I had to try and make it the same.

"I got angry." Louis said, looking down. He obviously didn't mean to. You can tell. I just feel really sorry for both of them.

"So I just have to get you angry then, yeah?" I asked. I guess that is easy enough.

"I guess so." Louis replied. Get him angry. I can do that. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"I don't think so. The only other thing is the party itself, which Ariana is asking about. Aren't you, Ariana?" Harry asked, smiling, at me, might I add.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." I said waving my hand to him in a sort of dismissive way.

"Well, you can ask that on Monday." Louis said to me.

"I will. Stop pressuring me." I joked.

"Right. Well I had better get home now. It's getting late." Harry said, standing up.

"Yeah, me too." I also said, standing up. We all walked downstairs and Louis said goodbye to us.

We were walking down the road.

"So, how do you feel about this then?" Harry quizzed, turning his head to face me.

"I guess I'm just a little nervous, that's all."

"About what? I mean, obviously you would be but…" He trailed off.

"Well, what if it goes wrong? What if it doesn't work? Then what will happen?" I said, finally letting it out.

"Look." He stopped walking and turned to me. "I'm sure it will work. We just have to trust it." He had a point, I guess. We just had to believe.

"I suppose so." We carried on walking. We got to my house.

"Well, I better go." I said to him.

"I'll see you on Monday." He said, hugging me. I walked into my house and up to my room. The last part of the planning was asking about the party. Then everything would be ready. Monday here I come.

Monday morning and I was on my way to school. I had to ask Kayla today about the party. I was not looking forward to it. I walked in the school gates and saw Louis and Harry waiting by a tree. When they saw me they waved and called me over.

"You gonna ask her today?" Harry asked me.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked back.

"Not really. She's over there. Ask her now." Louis said to me, pointing in the direction of a table that was near the field. Kayla got up, heading for the bin, this was my chance. I fast walked over to her.

"Kayla!" I shouted to her. She turned around and smiled.

"Hey. Ariana, right?" She asked me.

"Yeah, that's me. Listen, I was wondering, I heard some people talking the other day and they said you were having a party in a couple of weeks. Is that true?" I asked her. Lying to her will work.

"Um, no. but, in a couple of weeks, my parents are going away for a week, so I could. Hey, thanks for the great idea. Look, because you came up with the idea, why don't you come along?" she asked me. Result! We didn't even have to gate crash.

"Really?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.

"Sure. Here –" she started, taking my phone out of my hand and typing something in. "– is my number. I'll text you the address." She handed it back to me.

"Thanks. I'll see you later then." I said to her.

"Yeah, bye Ariana." She said, waving and going back to her little group. I walked back over to the boys.

"So how did it go?" Louis asked me as I got to them.

"Very well actually. She is throwing a party and we don't even have to gate crash because I came up with the idea so she invited me." I said, quite proud of myself.

"Awesome. Now all we have to do is wait." Harry said, and with that, the bell for registration went. We all walked to our tutor room, not looking forward to the next couple of weeks ahead.

Two updates in one week :O Thats my way of saying sorry for the long wait. Anyway, here is Chapter 8. There is only two more chapters left of this story :( Don't cry though. I will hopefully be writing more stories for One Direction and other things.

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