All I Want For Christmas Is You

I walked back towards the tube station, passing Harrods and the little place where Harry and I had our almost kiss. I glanced over at the spot we were sitting at, but he was long gone. I rubbed my fingers back through my hair and continued to walk.
I walked down the endless flights of stairs to where the train that headed back to Waterloo Station was. I stood at the edge of the tracks, further than what was advised and I waited for the next train.
I heard the robotic voice of a British lady saying what train was arriving and when. “Waterloo train east will be arriving in five minutes,” it stated. I sighed and turned my upper body to face the tiled wall. I glanced over to my right and saw a lady sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench attached to the wall. She looked up at me and gave me an evil glare. I caught my breath and looked away from her as quickly as I could. But even if I didn’t look at her, I felt her stare burning a hole through the back of my head.
I feel like everyone hated me. I felt as if everyone, all of their children, every baby was staring at me. I felt alone in the crowded tube arrival station.
Suddenly I heard the distant sound of the train arriving, so I walked towards the edge of the tracks. No one was standing as close as me to the railing that the upcoming train was coming from. I glanced around and everyone, all of the unfamiliar faces were standing further back from me. Then I saw the fast train arrive, almost skidding to a stop. I glanced and tipped over the edge of the tracks and I heard someone yell.

“NOO! CAT STOP!” I heard as a man grabbed me from behind and pulled me back just before the train would have hit me. I didn’t look up. I was more annoyed that some person would do that to me. “Cat, what were you thinking?” I heard him say. I peeked up through my bangs and saw Louis. “Hey Lou,” I said, trying to fake happiness. “Why on earth, were you trying to kill yourself?!” he exclaimed quite loudly. Everybody was staring at me now, it wasn’t just my imagination. “Louis SHH,” I said, trying to cover his mouth, but he threw my hand from him. “Cat, you can’t do this! Come on,” he said as he pulled me onto the tube’s train with him.
“What is wrong with you? Why do you even care, and why are you even here? I would have figured you were with Harry!” I said, louder than I expected. “Nothing is wrong with me!” he said, grabbing the pole to keep him from falling like I did a few hours ago… before everything happened. “Where is Karla and your little sister?” he asked, staring at me like he was extremely worried. I shrugged and caught myself before falling again as the train sped forward. “Are you kidding me?” Louis asked before slapping his palm against his forehead, weaving his fingers through his hair in frustration. “WHY do you even CARE?!” I yelled this time, the people squished up against me tried to back up a little. Louis rolled his eyes and looked away from me. “LOUIS! Why do you care? You didn’t have to come rescue me! I’m not a baby!” I screamed. I knew I was causing a huge scene, but I didn’t care. Louis sighed heavily and looked at me with a serious frown plastered on his face. “I just do care about you,” he answered before looking away. I glared at him in shock. What does he mean? No. No. … No.

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