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only love makes you that
crazy sweetheart,
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i lied awake in bed,
my phone buzzed with texts and calls,
i groaned and rolled over to my side to check them,
mostly from Olivia and Millie asking if i'm okay,
i just replied with a 'yes i'm fine'.
but i wasn't fine,
i had stayed up most of the night thinking,
thinking about why he cared and why i cared,
then i came to a conclusion,
i needed help, professional help,
obviously something was going on with me, i never got so angry that i punched a mirror before.
i was planning on seeing my school counselor, i made an appointment earlier this week to discuss my assignments.
but i emailed her asking if i could talk to her about something more personal, and she said yes.
Louis POV
i cared,
i cared because i watched the girl i loved get hurt,
she went from someone who wore color all the time to someone who wore black and white.
i watched her fall to her lowest,
and i never helped, my family did but i didn't.
i was an ass,
maybe there's a part of me that still loves her,
but just her in general,
hates me,
Charlotte POV
i went to the coffee shop where i would meet my counselor, i saw her sitting at a table.
i ordered my coffee and sat down across from her,
"hello Charlotte," she greets.
"hi," i say.
"you wanted to talk to me?" she asks.
"yes, about something personal," i say. "i think there's something wrong with me,"
i explain everything to her, about the pills, the mirror, the project, everything.
once i was finished she laughed,
"there's nothing wrong with you," she says.
"what? yes there is," i say.
"you're in love," she says.
"no, i am not, love isn't real," i say crossing my arms.
"only love makes you that crazy sweetheart," she says. "call me crazy but, you two, seem to have a small part of love for each other."
i shake my head, "love isn't real, there's no such thing," i say. "thank you, for your time, but i'm sorry i wasted it." i say getting up and leaving.
love is not real,
no such thing,
right?
Louis POV
i went down to the kitchen and saw Issie sitting at the counter, she looked at me in a weird way and then tried not to laugh.
"what's so funny?" i ask.
"just the fact that you're still not over Charlotte, it's very clear," she says.
"yes, i am over her," i say.
"no, you're not, you're so desperately in love with her!" she says sarcastically.
"piss off," i say.
"can't you see it?" she says. "you care for her, because you love her,"
i scoffed, "i do not love her," i say.
"let me ask you something," she says shifting in her seat. "if Charlotte kissed you, what would you do?"
"Charlotte wouldn't kiss me," i say.
"but if she did," she says. "what would you do?"
i paused before speaking, "well, i would, maybe kiss her back," i say looking down.
she snaps her fingers, "you love her," she says.
"i don't," i say before storming upstairs.
i closed the door and sat on my bed,
i did not love Charlotte Sinclair,
i was sure of it.
