56 - goodbyes

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THIRD PERSON POV


i felt a strong grip on my wrist, stopping me from running away. i was here again.Β 

"LET ME GO," i screamed, trying to pull my wrist away. "please," i whimpered, as the same pair of arms hugged me, as hot tears flowed down my face. both me and the figure fell to the ground on our knees, their arms not letting go of the tight embrace.Β 

i sobbed into their cold shoulder, feelingmy throat slowly closing up, the air struggling to flow into and out of my body. i sighed heavily, letting my head drop down.Β 

"let-" i moaned in pain, struggling to get words out. "let me go, i'm sorry," i panted.Β 

their chilly, frail hand started massaging my shoulders in an attempt of comfort.Β 

"y/n, y/n, i'm here for you. why would you leave me?" the figure finally spoke. i dreaded her voice. she has me trapped.Β 




"y/n, hey, baby what's wrong?"Β  an alarmed louis sat up beside the girl. his hand slipping away from her waist. cold sweat was dripping from y/n's forehead, and she seemed to have trouble catching her breath as she slowly got up and leaned on his shoulder, her body feeling delicate.

"j-just a bad dream," she smiled weakly.

louis held her hands, squeezing them tightly. they both started doing this to show comfort. it was around 2 in the morning, the day before enola holmes was released, and louis was finally allowed to sleep over at y/n's house.

"do you want to talk about it?" louis asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"she trapped me, louis." y/n cried softly into his shirt, as he comfortingly hugged her.

"who? who trapped you, baby?" he asked her in a soft tone, afraid to startle her. he ran his fingers through her hair, leaning just a bit away to kiss her forehead.Β 

"j-julie," she sniffled.

louis hummed in response, letting the girl cry. sometimes, you just need someone to listen as you let your bottled up emotions out.

"i've had this dream so m-much. the first time was when she c-called me-" y/n sobbed into his chest, apologizing for getting him wet, but louis assured her he couldn't care less about whether or not she got his shirt wet.Β 

"the first time i had this dream was w-when she called me a bitch b-because noah wanted to hang out with me without her, in 8th grade." y/n stuttered, not being able to breathe properly as her lungs felt like cement.Β 

"julie's a bitch," louis couldn't think of anything else to say. "she doesn't deserve you."

"she wouldn't l-let me go. i keep having these dreams where i would try to run away but she'd g-grab my wrist and not let me leave. then she'd h-hug me and tell me she loves me." y/n sighed, letting her head dip down.Β 

"that's manipulation, y/n." he told her lowly.Β 

"i- i know now." she barely whispered, tears welling in her eyes.Β 

"i'm so proud of you, baby." louis comforted her, speaking the only truth. "i love you."

"i love you t-too,"







AUTHORS NOTE
if i see any comments ab y/n's stuttering or louis' nicknames im gonna commit arsonΒ 

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