A/N: Apologies for such a long author's note, feel free not to read but please do check out the links attached below.

Felicite Tomlinson was born in August 16, 2000 who was an influential face to millions, over 1.4 million followers in instagram alone. Even as young as 18, she was an aspiring fashion designer & writer, she even decided to work on her own poetry book. She has always been supportive to her family in tears & joy. On March 13 2019, she joined her Mother in heaven leaving the crucial world behind and the reason was cardiac arrest. That's the young woman a lot of us maybe didn't know but we certainly know her as the dear sister of British singer and songwriter Louis Tomlinson. In honour of Fizzy, I've come across two fundraising activities and the links are below. I'd be grateful for any contribution and when I said contribution, I don't mean your financial participation only. If you share it, it'd be nothing less than a financial support.
- https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/louis28
- https://www.gofundme.com/fizzy039s-star-memorial-project

And secondly, trust me when I was crying my eyeballs out after waking up with the news about Fizzy as I can relate to it with my 21 days brother passing away, I was struggling the same time to reach my uncle and their family in New Zealand. I'm glad they're safe but whatever happened that day, is....I don't even know how to describe this crucial activity. I hope every tomorrow is a better day for each of us, nobody deserves death and unhappiness this way. Grieve, it's normal and remember you're loved. x

I walk down the big swirled staircases, hiding all the sleeping pills behind me. Looking around, I leave a satisfactory breathe watching everyone busy, Derick telling something to them. It seems something serious and by the few words which is reaching my ears, I can tell it's about making the house more secure and changing the passwords.

"Reen?"

I curse under my breath as my name slips out from Derick's lips. Thanking myself for wearing sweatpants, I shove the bottles of sleeping pill inside my pocket and turn around. Passing a small hi to Derick I try to walk away but he gestures me to come to him.

"Do you need something?" He tells making me sit on his thigh, caressing my back lightly.

"I erm...........it's so hot so I wanted to make fruit cocktail for everyone." I tell giving him my best adorable look.

"Mariah can make it..................."

"No!" I cut him off and cup his cheeks as I realize my voice came out more like a fear than objection. "I want to make, for everyone. Remember the summers we used to have cocktail parties, I want to feel these vibes again as I'm with you now, after such a long time."

Derick looks at me confusingly for a few seconds before kissing the back of both of my palms.

"Double shots for me and a few grapes from morning is still on the counter if you want to use them." He tells messing up my hair which I could consider cute if he was a normal guy.

"I'd prefer some alcohol instead to call it a night." I whisper making my voice as seductive as possible as I caress my index finger against his cheek, all the way down his jawline.

"Bloody period." Derick rolls his eyes as I smirk and I make myself stand up from his lap before the people standing around us get more embarrassed.

Winking at Derick I announce I don't want any disturbance inside the kitchen and Derick assures me that nobody would. Before entering the kitchen I take a couple bottles of vodka from the bar, placing them on the counter as I enter inside. Putting extra doses of sleeping pills in each of the glasses, I pour the cocktail quickly in them. When the pills are fully diluted, I carefully take a tiny sip to test if it tastes too bitter or odd for the pills or not but it's doesn't.

Placing all the glasses on a tray, I walk out of the kitchen as I see them still busy in their conversation, this time with some maps and blueprints in front of them. Taking in a sharp breathe, I place the tray on the table beside and ask Derick if everyone is here. Gladly, he replies that nobody is even on the main gates because everyone has to be here. He adds that the passcodes are already changed and the gates are secured with laser protection until he has his full trust on me.

Suck your pinky toe with your laser beams after I run away from you bastard!

"I made for everyone, so everyone has to drink it. I've spent a good hour on youtube to make a decent vodka cocktail," to find out if those pills would have any side effects rather than oversleeping. "So let's enjoy guys!"

As everyone clinks the glass in the air, I take a slow small sip as I see Derick taking big sips from the corner of my eyes. I see one of the guys praising the drink as he gallops almost half of it at a time.

"I'm feeling a bit nauseous, I'm not good at making this, I should've remembered." I sigh putting the glass down in annoyance as a huge splash of drink splits out on the table.

"Hey," I feel Derick pulling me towards him by my side as he snakes his arm around my shoulder. "It's the best one I ever had."

"Really?" I almost whisper as my eyes glistens up, looking at him intensely.

"Really, I could have it everyday." He tells caressing my arm as he looks at everyone else rising his eyebrows and they also nod nervously, mouthing toast to the best drink we ever had.

"Thanks everyone." I smile looking down. "I would come back in a few minutes, need to check on Fiona."

Saying this, I stand up from the couch and walk upstairs in Fiona's room. Knocking on the door, I slowly take my steps inside as I see Fiona busy drawing something.

"Mommy!" She hugs me tightly as soon as she notices me. "I miss Louieee, so I......I was drawwwing him, seeee?"

I take the paper from her hand and my heart aches watching her drawing. She has drawn me, Louis and her. Actually it looks more like three stick figures but it's still understandable. I sit on my knees in front of her, wrapping her in a tight hug as I fail not to weep.

"I know Derick is a bad guy mummah. But Oren said, if I don'ttt fool derickkk, he will hurt Fiona like he hurt Oren." She tells with a low tone. "He hurt Oren so much but Oren saved Fiona, Oren always keep Fiona in hug. Oren said Oren is...Oren is a cool aunt!"

"Derick hurt Oren?" I ask myself shockingly.

"Yeahhh.........Fiona got afraid, so afraidddd. Derick hit Orenn Mommy, Oren mommy had red on here and here too." I break down in tears this time as she points to her own cheeks and arms to show me.

"Look Fiona," I wipe away my tears and look at her. "Mummah is gonna save us from here ok? We'd run away from here in a while."

"Derick is a foolll guy. We can fool him easy squeezy and runnnn. He can....cannot even count numberssss when he opens doorsss." She giggles saying this as I look at her widening my eyes.

"Do you remember those numbers Fiona?" I ask her with joy and she nods.

"613...................."

Fiona is cut off by the sound of glass shattering against the floor, pressing both of her hands against her ears before hugging me tightly. Whispering her to calm down, I stand up in hurry, making my way fast towards the door.

Cautiously, I open the door and see Derick making a call somewhere. He presses his hand against the speaker as his next words send chills down my whole body.

"I'd kill that little bitch she claims her daughter right now, right in front of her and then I'm taking her to the church as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. Why the bloody doctor isn't picking up the phone, neither is the emergency guards!" He screams as I see him failing to make his dizzy self stand on his feet anymore. Two men already lying on the couch.

It doesn't take me much to realize Mariah is rushing upstairs with the empty sleeping pill bottle in her hands as Derick instructed, her steps stumbling as she fails to climb the stairs fast.

"Fiona!" I rush towards her as I lock the door from inside. "I want you to run away from here. Use the wrong 123, the new one Derick uses on doors and run until you find someone to ask for help. Don't tell anyone to bring you back here, just ask for a phone and call Louis, none but Louis. He'd save us. " I struggle to keep my tears back as I take the drawing from her hand and write Louis' number on it and Harry's number below it.

"Mummah what......................"

"Fiona mummah will come just after you but you're not safe here anymore. I have to fight Mariah first." I jerk her by her shoulders by pulling her into a hug. "Remember, don't tell anyone your name or anything, just call Louis and he'd save u..............."

Hearing someone's harsh knock on the door, I look at Fiona as I rush to the window. The door flies open as I see Mariah standing on the door with a sly smirk on her face. Fiona presses the numbers on the window and it opens. Jumping out of the window she makes herself stand on the grass and as I intend to jump out after her I find a strong hand clutching mine.

"Fiona run!" I scream as I see Fiona turns around crying and starts running pass the gardens, straight to the main gate.

Struggling to get rid of the hands and at the same time keeping my eyes on Fiona, I curse my breath as I see the same passcode isn't working on the gate.

"You really thought." I hear Mariah whispers behind me as she makes me look at her by pulling my face to her by my hair from behind. "I knew you're a sly bitch, a better one than me."

Avoiding her iTV special speech, I manage to look at Fiona and I yell in joy as I see her summersaulting up one of the pecks of the wall which is low due to it's wavy design. I then elbow Mariah as soon as Fiona is out of my site.

"This one was for hurting me a while ago," I turn around and intend to hit her way worse but stop myself.

"Are you doing it for the sake of your honest payment or you really are a sly biatch?" I ask breathing heavily as I pin her against the wall.

To my surprise, she starts crying. My hands slowly slides down from her as she slowly makes her way to sit on the ground, her head tilted down as she speaks up. I decide not to run away as I see some guards entering the house and changing the passcodes, which means I'm trapped again.

"I love him but he loves you who is trying to kill him, let alone love back," She tells gritting her teeth as she looks at me with her bloodshot eyes. "He's not a bad guy you bitch, he has just turned into a psycho, for you! Can't you see? He just needs love...................."

"And professional help." I cut her off as I stanf in front of her. "Look Mariah, there was a time I loved him for the person he was but he destroyed me and it's not my fault that he doesn't understand that I can never love him back. Do you think the things he's doing like cooking those awful things, scaring me with a knife under his pillow is something a normal person would do?"

"Listen," She stands up and I do so, "Derick is planning to marry you tomorrow and your daughter would be killed as soon as she'd be found. I maybe a bitch but not enough to kill a child so I'm glad you let her escape because she looks smarter than you, bitch. But you're trapped until your way to the church for wedding. You got my point right?"

"Bitch, you know we'd be surrounded by people when we'd be going to the church right?" I laugh away her plan as she only rolls her eyes.

"I may not look like your twin and play your role but you can request Derick for a heavy embroidery veil and you know he won't say you no right?" She tells gesturing to our almost same height and hair colour as a smirk leaves my lips.

"You really are a good biatch, aren't you?" I chuckle as we shake hands.

"What's this biatch?" She asks laughing sarcastically.

"Stan language not to get suspended in social media you illiterate." I roll my eyes looking out of the window. "I wonder where Fiona would be and I failed as a mother again, chatting with you while I have no idea where my daughter is running to."

"She'd be fine because Derick still doesn't know where she is and I've told my brother to pick her up. Don't worry."

"Why would you do that for me.............."

"You're welcome, now go to your room and wear your best tears before I send Derick there. If she doesn't find Fiona in her room, he'd suspect but if you capture him with your drama, he'd forget the rest of the world. And he's too busy with the wedding preparation so his psychotic mind has forgotten about the killing Fiona part." She leads me to the room before I could say something.