we're not dating

part six - later

quick note before you start reading!

ONE: i wanted to clear something up so that no one is confused: lou and debbie both know what happened that night. debbie's memories are a bit blurry but they both know that they were making out. they are just pretending not to. so to sum this up: lou knows what happened, but thinks that debbie doesn't. debbie knows what happened, but thinks that lou doesn't.

TWO: i know that what will happen in this chapter might be shocking and some of you might just think that you don't want all of this cuz you're here for the loubbie content BUT I promise, that's where this is all going. I came up with that idea for the plot just so that we can see what will happen between these two and I promise you won't be disappointed!

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Debbie's POV

I decided not to talk about it to Lou. We went back to normal. We were acting as usual, and I didn't want to ruin it. After Tammy left, Lou and I went to bed and felt asleep cuddled against each other as if nothing happened. The next day, before heading to the bar, I texted each of the girls separately and told them to not comment or ask any questions about that night. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but I just didn't have the strength to have that conversation right now. And after Lou told me, her memories were blurry, I assumed it would be best if we left it that way.

Lou's POV

I didn't want to talk to Debbie about that stupid night anymore. I knew I should, but she seemed to not remember anything. She wasn't trying to distance herself from me or anything. We went back to acting like a married couple, hugging and touching and mocking each other for fun. I really didn't feel like fucking that up. I was just afraid that the girls might make some comments about how we were acting at the bar, but I hoped that I would be able to stop them before they say something stupid. But to my surprise – they didn't say anything. Not a single question or comment. Nothing. It was not their typical behavior, but I wasn't going to investigate that. I was just glad they didn't make Debbie uncomfortable or confused by talking about what happened. Everyone was just concentrated on their work, and we managed to get a lot of things done that day. We just needed to decorate the place, fill the bar, and hire some people. After that we would be ready to open. I couldn't even imagine this. My whole life I was dreaming of owning a business one day and there I was, actually doing that. I couldn't wait to plan a huge opening party and see how that whole bar idea would work out.

It was about 9 p.m. that Debbie and I came home. We were exhausted and the only thing I was dreaming of was to take a shower and throw myself on the bed. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it to unlock the door. But it was already unlocked. "Did you lock the door when we were leaving?" I looked at Deb. "Of course I did, I even checked it twice." She looked at me confused. I pushed the door open, and we went in. And we froze.

"What the-" Debbie gasped looking around the place. I stepped further inside and turned around scanning the whole loft. "What the fuck happened here" Debbie sighted running her hand through her hair. The living room was completely vandalized. There were threats all over the walls, written with red paint. "Bitches". "You're going to regret this". "You're dead". "Fucking hate you". "You can't escape". All the furniture got destroyed with a knife, the TV had a shattered screen and there was a chair laying next to it on the floor. Ripped apart pictures of Debbie and me were laying on a pile on the coffee table. We were both just standing there and looking at all that mess, completely shocked. I looked at Debbie. She had tears in her eyes.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the loft quickly. We went back to the car and sat in the back seat as I locked the doors. I turned to Debbie, pulled her to me and hugged her. She started crying. "Baby, we'll be fine, do you hear me? We will call the police and they will find out who that was. We'll be okay." I whispered in her hair rubbing her back. She pulled away and looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "That was fucking terrifying Lou, I don't want to go back there ever again." She said trying to wipe her tears away. "Who does sick shit like that? We didn't even do anything bad to anyone." She continued, unable to calm down. "No, we didn't Deb, I have no idea who that was but we'll find out about that." She put her head on my shoulder and placed my hand on her thigh, intertwining our fingers. I was terrified too. I pulled her out of there because I was afraid that whoever did this, might still be inside, hiding. I don't get scared easily and I don't care about people disliking me or having a problem with me. But this was different. This was personal. Someone was inside of our home, our safe place. This person clearly hated us, and it definitely scared the shit out of me. Cuz if somebody isn't scared to break into an appartement during the day and destroy it, even though there are neighbors right behind the wall, then I'm pretty sure they aren't afraid of anything things then.