You're Still the One (Louis Tomlinson) (FINISHED!)

Chapter Seven: It's called having fun

I stared at the door, not really knowing what to do. I didn’t have a television set, and I couldn’t really move without hurting myself. I looked all around the room and didn’t see anything I could really entertain myself with. I thought about trying to get the bowl of cereal from earlier today, realizing I was starving. I set aside my bag of peas and sat up, putting pressure on my good foot and slowly stood up.

                I hopped the fifteen or so feet to the counter and took a handful of the fruit loops in my mouth. They had already started going stale, but it was what I had and I wasn’t going to waste it. I took the bowl with me as I hopped back to the couch, leaving a trail of different colored circles on the ground behind me. As I sat there eating I wondered where Louis went, and how long he would be gone.

                I think maybe I should just forget about him. He is a wonderful guy, but so far he is the only real friend I’ve made…is he a friend though? I mean that kiss…

I thought back to his lips on mine and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

No, it wouldn’t work out. Things are always fine when there are no strings attached, or labels, but once there are, that is when I freak out. That is when I end it, and that is when I would hurt him.

                I finished my cereal, not satisfied at all. Looking at the clock, I figured Louis had probably been gone for about twenty minutes now. Well, I might as well not wait up; it wasn’t like I liked him.

More like it wasn’t like I was admitting to myself anymore that I liked him, but still.

I hopped to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed. Looking over in the corner, I saw my phone lying where I threw it earlier. It wasn’t like I could call my mom back now anyway, she was probably asleep considering it was the middle of the night in America now.

“Too bad,” I whispered to myself sarcastically.

                As much as I didn’t want to, I was seriously considering moving back to Iowa. I knew I would have to pay the remaining month’s rent for my six month lease, but if I groveled enough, I could get my parents to pay for my trip home. Then again, I would never hear the end of what they would surely call an ‘episode.’ Saying things like I wasn’t in my right mind, and it’s a good thing I started thinking logically again. They would always compare my sister to me, telling her she shouldn’t make the same mistakes I made. To never move to another country without having everything lined up with plenty of safety nets for emergencies.

                I moved out here slightly on a whim because I wanted to prove to them that I could do things a different way than what they thought was the correct way. No matter how old I get, they will always be there to look over my shoulder and criticize me and tell me how I should live my life. I just wanted to prove them wrong in a big way. I wanted to prove them wrong and not have to be around them at the same time.

I sighed heavily.  

It was nearing the four o’ clock hour and after staring at different patterns in my ceiling I started to doze off.

“Jovi?” Louis popped his head in my room and I looked at him, half asleep.

                Louis came over and sat down next to me. “We are going to eat, and we are going to drink, and you will not complain about it because it is called having fun.”

I nodded, still gaining full consciousness as he helped me up and gave me support as I hobbled back to the living room. I sat on the couch as he brought over a bag full of KFC and another bag with two wine bottles, and a bottle of vodka. “I didn’t know if you liked red or white so I got both, and decided a little vodka never hurt as well,”