2 WEEK LATER

FEELING BAD may be the word. i didn't feel bad, i felt horrible- outrageous. my heart and head hurts just from thinking about the fact that i'll have to get ready and actually leave the house to go to school- something i haven't done in a week.

i closed my eyes, i let out a annoyed groan and i left my bed, putting on my fuzzy socks as i made my way to the kitchen.

i made myself a hot chocolate, while i was pouring the milk, i wondered why we had school when it was -30º, if i step outside i'd freeze in the moment. but the good part is that my life is at the not-so-bad stage, mostly because of one person.

since the party i really feel like we've grown closer, we went on dates, a lot of dates, but we weren't oficial yet.

and that was a issue, but it felt like we were, cause in a way he doesn't talk to any girls like he used to, but he never called me his girlfriend. i want to hear it come from his mouth, otherwise i won't consider him my boyfriend.

i also love this weather, it gets cold and dark at five pm and it only gets lighter later in the morning- i love it.

i sat on the counter, going through my phone to find my schedule- PE, geography, history and then free period. ugh i absolutely love free periods, it usually means me and cylia leaving school to get a muffin.

"already up?" i hear someone say, i turn around, watching the brunette boy pour himself a cup of milk. "maybe because school starts in twenty minutes, milk boy." i joked, trying to hide my smile. "i prefer lou." he grinned, getting closer and kissing my cheek.

this has become a routine now, kisses, cuddles, kisses, cuddles and all over again.

"i am getting ready and you should too." i objected, emphasizing both the words 'i' and 'you'.

"will do, mommy." he taunted, blowing me a kiss.

•••

as i layed in one of my school's yoga mat, i eyed the clocked, waiting for my  lovely break.

"and if you do that for two weeks straight, you may notice a few changes." my professor explained to a student, as he prepared to say something else, the rang bell.

i got up and put away the stuff i used and hurried to the girls changing room.

i changed into my beloved uniform while the other girls were still in the courtyard and left the room, in a hurry i tell you.

i walked through the long corridors to make my way to lunch when someone pushed me aside, next to a locker. "you idiot! what did i tell you about scaring me!" i yelled, ignoring the glares we were having of the other students who simply wanted peace. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean to." louis tried to defend himself. "well you still did." i pouted, firmly putting my hand on my heart to see if i was alive, that was a scare. "you're alive, i promise." he said, laughing and dodging his head on the crock of my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. "well i hope so." i smiled, ruffling his already-messy hair.

he was about to say something, but he got interrupted by my phone ringing, i slowly picked it out of my pocket and read the text.

•••
WHORES😫
10:07am

sam
were all here waiting for
louis&y/n
imagine being late 🤭
couldn't be me

y/n
were coming

sam
were??

jeremy
so y'all together or whattt
seen.

•••

"we should go, they're already suspicious." i told the boy in front of me, who was peacefully reading my texts. "bout what?" my heart skipped a few beats. "well, about us, i guess?" i added, hoping he wouldn't say something like 'but we aren't together' or something. "well maybe they should know." he continued. i scoffed, knowing that there is nothing to know since we aren't together.

he held my hand as he rested his head on my chest for awhile, before going to the cafeteria.

as we walked inside, i could feel all our tables staring at us. i furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what they were thinking about.

"no wonder you guys were 'late'." sam smiled, motioning his head at our intertwined hands. "uh- well- it's not like that." i quickly said, pulling away and sitting down. louis calmly sat next to me, holding my hand under the table.

"you fools, i knew it since the day louis kept doodling little hearts around y/n's name in class." rose added, checking out her nails. "that's not true." louis defensively said, furrowing a eyebrow at the blondish girl, who seemed to be amused by that. "alright, then show us your notebook, hm?" rose groaned. "i'm sure she'll love to see what's written." she continued, settling down her hand in the table. "well, i happen to not have it today." louis added, shallowing his own saliva. "hm, sure." rose finished, her lips forming a thin line.

"i'm glad you're happy." liam smiled, nodding his head. "thank you, liam." i added, smiling back, memories of us flooding back.

god i missed this friend group.

•••

coming back home from school may be the best thing i ever experienced, the cold breeze brushing my hair, the sound of the leafs cracking as i step on them. and i love it even more when i'm walking with my favorite human, who was my so-not-enemy a few months ago.

i sight as i finally have a minute of rest, leaning my head back on the couch, i imagine that it'll be better if i just stayed in bed.

i made my way upstairs, dragging with me my backpack who seemed incredibly heavy today. as i wide opened my door, i threw it to the side and jumped on my bed, face-planting my pillow.

i closed my eyes, and for a moment i forgot everything that was going on, no worries, no homework, no sam, just peace.

•••

i slowly tried to open my eyes, focusing on what was happening in the moment. "louis, what the heck?" i said, rubbing my eyes and sitting straight. "though you were dead." he said, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. "what do you want for god's sakes?" i blurted out, remembering how he was hardly shaking me a few seconds ago. "well, follow me." he said, handing me his hand.

i took it, i took his hand, wrapping myself on his arm to keep myself from falling- after all i still was half asleep.

"what time is it, lou?" i complained, stomping on his feet, followed by a quiet 'ouch!' leaving his mouth. "hm, midnight?"

i groaned, knowing that tomorrow i'll have to wake up early and look dead for the rest of the day, more than i already do of course.

we came to a stop in front of the closet room, i furrowed my eyebrow wondering what we would do..

if never really wondered what was in there, and the few times i opened it to check if millie was there when we played hide and seek with louis, i just noticed a black umbrella hanging in the corner, two wooden shelfs with a few books on it, next to them a cute plant and a few shoes- that i assume are louis'. a plain window at the end of the room with no curtains. it was obvious that no one used obvious that no one used this room, by the look of the books no one read them too.

"i do read books, you know?" louis filled in the silence unexpectedly, narrowing his eyes towards the books.

so i was wrong.

"this one, personally my favorite." he informed me, showing me the cover of 'They Both Die At The End.'

"i don't recommend for you to read it if you're emotional." he joked, shoving the book back to it's place.

he showed me a few more books- as 'Find Me' 'The Song Of Achilles' 'We Were Liars' 'Lie With Me' 'Red White Royal Blue' and a few others, all including romance. he did a quick resumé to all of them just so i knew that he really read them.

he seemed to be fascinated by books, especially romantic books- something that i surprisingly didn't notice, although i did spent some time doing stuff he liked, he never mentioned books. perhaps he must have been embarrassed, which is the reason he kept them here- isolated, hidden from the world. he shouldn't have, cause i could read with him anytime, actually i would do anything that involves spending time with him.

"chose one." he continued, putting back all the pile of books i was holding. i nodded, narrowing my eyes through the books and trying to remember the quick resumé. "Find Me." i read as i held it out to him.

about two lovers.

that's all i needed, a romantic book, no matter about whom i just really needed more scenarios to fall asleep.

"good choice." he noticed, shoving the book under his arm. "we'll read it, sometime. but now get some sleep."

i smiled, watching the boy turning the lights off and slowly closing the door. he accompanied me to my room, we reached my door and he gave me  quick peek on the lips. "you know you cannot do! i'll think about this all night and i won't sleep at all!" i laughed, shoving my arms into his chest. "oh my god." he said, his mouth widening open. "what?" i asked, looking further in his eyes.

"you sound british."

i smiled, slightly laughing as he hugged me- like a award. "i do not!" i complained opening my room door. "maybe tomorrow you won't sound as british as today." he taunted, his accent showing incredibly off at the word 'british'. he was definitely forcing his accent right now.

"well i hope not, otherwise when i go back to new york i'll be a disaster." i laughed, hoping he would laugh too but at my surprise his smile slowly faded away.

"goodnight, love." he spoke, this time in a serious tone- the tone i could not support, i love his soft side.

i watched him make his way back to his room, not taking time to look back, so i did the same, knowing i'll think about that all night.

word count - 1750

AUTHOR'S NOTE— hi guys<333

i know i said that all the chapters would have ATLEAST 2000 words but i seriously couldn't bring myself to write more then this- i'm having this rlly annoying writers block so if this chapters sucks- you know the answer

then again this story is reaching to an end in two chapters:((((((((

have a good day/night i absolutely love you all from the bottom of my heart!!!!