Chapter Fourteen – Hair Colored Hair

Louis' POV

I ran as fast as I could, jumping over ever obstacle that came my way. I had to get to her, and fast.

I climbed up the stairs to the apartment and pulled the door off in my haste. I could see blood trickling down the hallway.

As I followed the trail more things started indicating her state. Clumps of hair moved the flow of the blood, ballet shoes were shred into pieces.

I was running, but getting no where. The hallway continued for an eternity, until I heard the scream.

I turned into a room. All I saw was white. A small stream of red blood found its way to my feet and then I saw her.

Her blonde hair was scattered around her head as she lay there, motionless. Her frail body was limp and distorted. Her grey eyes were staring at me, a look of pain in them.

I cried out as I pulled her body against me. Tears started out like waterfalls down my face. All I could do was hold her. She was gone.

The stain of a tear on her face was the only sign that she was once living.

I awoke with urgency as I looked upon Syd's dead body in my dream. She was so pale, so scarce. My only consolation was that I looked to the right and saw her, living.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she bit her lip and started writing.

It took her only a second to notice I had awoken.

"Hey Lou!" she chirped. "How was your nap? The flight attendant came by with drinks, so I got you a tea if you want it."

I thanked her and took the tea. I sipped the tea and smiled, she smiled right back. It was comforting to see her smile, to see her happy.

I knew things had been rough for her lately and I wanted to fix it. She hadn't been eating, again. I could tell because her bright eyes were now surrounded by dark circles. I would often times find her dizzy and unable to walk.

I had spoken to Theresa about it and she informed me that Syd had struggled with eating since she was little, never finding comfort in food. Syd, in fact, found food repulsive and couldn't stand the sight of it. Her shrinks never really did find out how to solve this problem and eventually gave up on her.

She turned back to write again and pushed her large, brown glasses closer to her eyes. I loved the way she looked when she didn't try. Her hair was as curly as Hazza's, causing it to only fall to her shoulders. She wore only sweat pants and a tank top, which was appropriate wear for an airplane. However, it bothered me that everyone in the airport wouldn't stop looking at her bum. This group of teenage boys purposefully shoved in front of an older couple so that they could stand behind Syd. I really wanted to yell at them for only seeing her as an object until I realized I had done the same thing when I first saw her.

"What are you writing, love?" I asked, curious.

"Well, I figured I should get some ideas down for the single. So, I'm writing a song," she replied, a bit embarrassed.

"Let me see it, then!"

"No!" She held the paper up to her chest.

"Why not?" I pouted, crossing my arms.

"I hate it when people read my things. Plus, my handwriting it absolutely atrocious."

"Then sing it for me, I'm going to hear it anyway."

It took her a minute to accept the fact and just do it.

"Okay, but don't laugh. I'm new to this."

She cleared her throat and took a sip of her apple juice before starting.

"Now, there's no title yet, and maybe there won't ever be. But here we go anyway. You're a boy. Just a boy. Nothing really special about you. And I'm a girl. Just a girl. Nothing really special about me. I have hair. Hair colored hair. And you have eyes. Eye colored eyes. But they're all that I can think about, it true. It's only you. But it's only you that I want tonight. And it's only you, that I can picture holding me tight. I don't know, where you stand. Because I'm only me. And you're you."

She stopped as her blush thickened on her cheeks. "That's all I have written so far. But, I dunno. It sucks."

"No, no, no, no, no. It's really good!" I reassured her. "I just have one question."

"And what would that be?" she asked, cocking an eye brow.

"You said you have hair colored hair. Last time I checked, your hair is golden as the sun."

"Oh shut up," she rolled her eyes. "It's a metaphor, punk!"

We both laughed as she folded up the paper and put it in her bag.

When I was listening to her voice I had completely forgotten that the song must be about someone, but whom? Was it Phillip? She and he seemed to be quite smiting with each other, but I don't know if either of them really realized it.

I sat there pondering as the captain came over the intercom. "Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We are currently about ten minutes from JFK and are preparing for landing. The current weather in New York City is 79 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you for flying American Airlines and enjoy your trip!"

The seatbelt sign flashed on and I clicked myself in.

Turning to Syd, she was tightening her seat belt and looked panicked.

"What's wrong, mate?" I asked as her breath quickened.

"Have I ever told you how terrified I am of airplanes?" She question.

I shook my hand and realized that I had seen her pop some Xanax in her mouth before we boarded the plane.

I took her trembling hand in my own. "Don't worry. I promise not to let anything ever happen to you."