Chapter 25
Louis' POV
"She wants to see you." I hear an annoyed voice say in front of me.
I look up. Foster glares down at me with those cold, guarded eyes. I see how he could be a cop. I shakily stand up and nod. I rub the palms of my hands on my jeans to get the moisture from my hands. My mouth becomes dry as we come to a stop.
"Don't make me hurt you, Tomlinson." He says menacingly, before walking off down the hall.
I stand there for a minute, before turning the door handle. I push the door and walk inside. She looks at me with a blank expression. I walk over to the side of the bed and sit down in one of the plastic chairs. I take an interest in my hands, while waiting for it not to be awkward. It was quiet for a long while, before I broke the silence.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask, looking up at her forest green eyes.
"I know you. At least I think I do, I'm not sure about myself anymore," She pauses. Tears coming to her eyes, "I just don't want to live with out you."
A tear falls from my eye.
"I never wanted to hurt you. Eleanor came onto me, I swear." I start to full out cry.
I feel a finger under my chin. It pulls my face up close Reagan's. She looks at me, wiping away my fallen tears.
"Don't do anything to mess this up a second time...I love you." She whispers, before crashing her lips onto mine.
"I love you, too." I whisper onto her lips.
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I promise you this won't be the only update. I'm going to update sometime tonight or tomorrow, so don't worry.
Also this book is also coming to a close!
Sorry for leaving for so long, but now I'm leaving again this weekend but for not as long this time.
-AJ
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Silence / / Louis Tomlinson / /COMPLETED
FanficReagan is mute. Her mom is gone. It was rough time before she got her first set of drums. She could let all the emotions out that she couldn't before. They were her life saver. Her twin brother Foster is Reagan's band, Neverland, bodyguard. Her brot...
