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18 Promises. // Louis Tomlinson AU Short Story




1--to support whatever your decision is.

I cringed as I looked at the first card I found inside a dusty old wooden box at grandma's dusty attic. The box was marked "18 Promises" with a black permanent marker. All of the cards were ruined and dirty, as if those have been there since a hundred years ago.

What did this means? To support whatever your decision is? Was this meant for grandma? Or grandpa? Or mom? Or even... Me?

No that's not possible.

"Skylene! Get off from that dusty attic and come have some lunch!" Grandma loudly called.

Ugh. I haven't even used to the name Skylene. I thought the name was kinda quirky and different and fun, while the person I was right now, was an empty, flat, hollow little teenage girl.

"Coming!" I shouted back as I walked off from the attic.

I went to my room first and placed the box under my bed.


2--to always make you laugh.

I sat alone on my room, exploring the wooden box I found earlier in the attic. Who could possibly wrote this? My mind wandered off.

That was before my head started to spin really, really fastly and I saw a blurry image of a brown-haired guy, with a sharp cheekbones, defined jawlines, seafoam blue eyes, and a mesmerizing smile. He was laughing. But for some reason I couldn't hear his voice. It was all just haunting images of a very good-looking boy I didn't even know.


3--to let you wear my clothes.

It was a really cold night and I was freezing the shit out of me. I looked around, I was sitting inside a car in the middle of a highway. I saw the guy, the same guy with brown hair and mesmerizing smile, yes. He was smiling and handing me his gray sweatshirt.

"Put this on, I don't wanna see you die of cold."

"Thanks," I smiled, as I quickly putting on his sweater.

"I'm sorry, my car decided to being a bitch today," he shrugged.

I let out a smile. What the fuck?! I tried to open my mouth and ask what actually happened, why am I suddenly trapped here because the last thing I know was I am chilling in my room. I tried to scream, but it was all failed.

"It's okay. I enjoy being here with you."

I said those stupid words, instead of protesting. What happened?!


4--to always wipe away your tears.

I opened my eyes, I fell asleep. I was out of breath. I started to cry for no reason. Well, mostly because I was a little terrified.

The fourth promise scared me. Who wrote this?! Who was the boy in my really-quick-dream-or maybe flashback?! Did he wrote this?

If he did,

Why weren't he here to wipe away my tears?


5--to always have fun with you like best friends.


So he wasn't my bestfriend. But who... Who.. Who was he.. I... I felt dizzy--.


I was standing on an unfamiliar kitchen. That same guy, was standing in front of me, eating a bowl full of cookie dough.

"Stop! I'm trying to make some cookies here!" I scolded, then laughed.

Was this me back then before I lost everything? I didn't know I was this cheerful and happy.

"Oh please. Stop being a grumpy little hippo."

I laughed. "Did you just call me hippo?! You bald frog!"

"Frog doesn't even have hair!" He laughed, as he started to put cookie dough on my face. I laughed and I got back at him. We threw cookie dough around everywhere like it was a war, our own little war. I wanted to stop myself but I couldn't. Honestly. The whole movement of my body was controlled.

All I wanted to know was his name.


6--to always be myself around you.


I opened my eyes. What was that? Another... Flashback? Was all of that really happened to me?

I stared at the sixth card carefully. It was just a white, old, dusty card with a messy handwriting on it. This could be a little prank, that's all.

I felt like my heart pounded really fast and I saw this clear image of me, with that boy, again. This time we were sitting on a couch, watching television, eating pizza, while he was telling goofy jokes and making silly faces. I couldn't clearly heard what he was saying, but I can tell it was some goofy jokes by the image of me laughing and cringing at the same time.


7--to protect you like a brother.


I was sitting alone on a dark alleyway. I was playing with my phone, when suddenly someone grabbed my waist, tied my hand and feet, and sealed my mouth with a duct tape. I tried to let go, but I couldn't. I tried to scream but of course I couldn't.

Why was I sitting alone in a dark alleyway anyways?!

I started to cry, while the person that was holding me started to unbutton my damn shirt. Luckily, that guy from before, the brown-haired blue-eyes guy, came when the man only halfway done unbuttoning my shirt.

"Hands off her, douchebag." He scoffed.

"What are you doing here, kid? Go back to kindergarten." The man laughed.

"I said hands off her. Stupid fucktard." The guy stepped forward and punched the man in the face. And then everything went kinda blurry. All I knew was, they were fighting.

After a while, the man passed out on the alleyway with bleeding nose. This mystery guy's hair was messed up and tousled up to different ways. He got a bruised arm and a black eye, but he still looked attractive.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly while releasing me from the ropes and duct tapes.

And he fucking buttoned my shirt back. What a fucking gentleman.

I shook my head with teary eyes. "I don't know..." I stuttered. "He tried to rape me.. I..."

The guy hugged me tightly. I could feel his scent. He smelled like boy cologne and good looking models and love and cigarettes and expensive body spray.

"It's gonna be okay, Skylene. I'll be here for you, I'll protect you like a brother, I promise." He stroked my hair softly.

"Thanks Louis," I whispered, still stuttering.


8--to hug you tightly whenever you doesn't feel right.

His name was Louis.

9--to be your best partner in crime.

Me and Louis were standing on a rooftop, taking pictures while watching a firework show across the building.

"Don't you think they'll get mad for us for breaking in?" I asked concernly.

"They will, but who cares, love?" Louis laughed while putting his strong arms around me.

"The police should be after us too, they saw us burning that building with a firework," I giggled.

How could I giggled at that.

"Yeah and now we are watching the fireworks!" Louis tightened his arm around me.

Suddenly I heard footsteps and noises. "Shit they're here!" I elbowed him.

"Run!" He said, pulling my hand, running down the building. I didn't know what building was this, exactly. We got into a car, and Louis drove away, full speed.

"They're chasing!" I exclaimed.

Louis grabbed a gun--a fucking gun-- and he put his hand out the window, and pulled the trigger. He shot them. Maybe. After that he drove even faster, and he parked his car on a random field. We both got out of the car and ran away. We climbed up and down a metal fence with a "do not climb" sign on it.

Behind the fence was another field, except this time it was a bigger, cleaner one, with a river in front of it. Louis played a song and we both danced to it.

"To us!" He shot his gun to the air.

"To late night crimes and and 2 AM dances!" I shot mine to the air also.

Wait.. I had one?!


10--to don't give a fuck about what other says about us.

Who was Louis? What was our relationship? What happened? Where is Louis now? Where is my gun now? Was he still alive? Why my grandparents never told me about this? Why was I keep having these flashbacks? Why did I even lost my memory at the first place?

11-to give you everything you want.

I knew. I knew all of those places I saw was in London I knew. And what now? I decided to drive alone to London, this late night, to get clearer view of what happened.

I didn't care about my memory loss that caused me to drive worse. I didn't care about my sudden flashes. I didn't care I was basically sneaking out.

I grabbed my jacket and the box, and left.

12--to be there for you through best and worst.

I was crying on a rooftop, with Louis by my side. I was resting my head on his shoulder, somehow I felt better with him beside me and his scent around me.

"I miss my mom," I sighed.

"Well I know she misses you too." He wiped away my tears. "But she wants you to live your life the fullest, happily, that what she said, remember?"

"Why the fuck god decided to kill her? She's innocent!" I cried.

"The saying has it, the best people die first." Louis whispered softly. "This is for you." Louis gave a box. The same box. The box with 18 promises.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My promises to you. Please, smile, Skylene. I know you'll get through this. You'll find your way through the dark."

"You are my way through the dark, Louis William Tomlinson." I stuttered.

Louis smiled and gently pressed his lips passionately against mine.


13--to let you win every possible arguments.


I was standing on a club, completely sober, when I captured Louis kissing another girl, a skimpy fake slutty blonde with a dress that barely covered anything. He was holding a bottle of vodka and he looked really drunk, but that wasn't the point.

I suddenly felt dizzy and shit. Was this for real? What happened? Did he just kissed her? What happened, why--why-- oh my god, oh shit.

14--to not even glance at other girls.


You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied. You lied.


15--to never leave your side, ever.


I was crying hard while driving at full speed. I rolled down the window so I could feel the cold night breeze.

Fuck everything. Louis kissed another girl, and I felt so betrayed. Ruined. Broken. Messed up.

I glanced over at my left side and I saw Louis, trying to keep up with the speed of my car. He looked worried as hell and his eyes were red.

"Please forgive me, Skylene. Please. I was drunk and everything went blurry and all, please!"

"You broke me. You lied. Fuck you!" I cried, as I hit the pedal down harder.

"FORGIVE ME SKYLENE I LOVE YOU! PLEASE!" Louis shouted.

"STOP!" I cried, louder.

"Skylene, I love you. That's all I have to say. Slow down the drive, love. I want you to be safe. My brake is broken, I'm not sure if I'm going to make it." He said with teary eyes.

"You--what?!"


16--to treat you like a queen.


His body was covered with blood. His car was all ruined. All of this was because of my selfishness and stupidity. He was dying because of trying to chase my stupid fast car.

All because of me. I was a stupid selfish bitch fuck.

They carried Louis into an ambulance and I followed right behind them with my car. I wish he would be ok.


17--to put you before everything else.


I was standing behind Louis' hospital bed. He was breathing uncontrollably and he was literally dying. He lost too much blood and I tried my best not to cry in front of him.

"Skylene," he said, weakly. "Forgive me, okay?"

I swallowed. "I forgive you."

"I'm so stupid for doing that..." He said breathlessly.

"No, I'm the stupid one, Louis, I'm sorry..."

"I'd rather die than feeling guilty for breaking your heart, Skylene. I'm sorry."

"No... I am..." I can't hold my tears anymore.

"I love you Skylene, forever. You're my last. Ever. We'll meet again soon, love, you'll find me."

Then there was a flatline.

He broke his promise once again. He said he wouldn't leave me. I bang my head on the wall and then everything went black.


18--to love you forever.

I stood in front of Louis' grave. I remembered everything. Suddenly. How I lost my memory? I bang my head loudly on the wall.

My head hurts from crying and I felt so exhausted.

"Louis," I spoke up. "I can't give you 18 promises but I can give you one. I'll love you forever, and I'll find you."

I grabbed my gun that I found on the trunk of my car. And I shot it at myself.

All I see was stars.