DIRT [L.S] - Short Story.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

I'll leave you the song that kinda inspired this story because I'm in love with it.

( I know I should probably stop sharing songs of this band, but it's my favorite band since 2007 and they had like ten albums so I'm always listening to them. )

So well! We reached the end of this story, another story I finished and I'm crying.

You know? This is kinda important because my first story was published almost a year ago now, and right now I'm finishing my eighteenth.

So, it's quite a number.
And the fact that they all have this enormous amount of votes and comments from you guys, it just blows my mind.

I love you all unconditionally.
Thank you for this amazing year together.

And I'll be back soon with two more stories I have in the oven...
So get ready.

Mag 🦋

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PART FIVE.

JANUARY 1ST.

If I say that I was able to sleep last night, it would be a lie.

It was a long long night of being sad and heartbroken, but the sleepy Cloe next to me in my bed didn't seem to notice. She just didn't care.

She slept peacefully, making me hate her just a little.

When the party ended and my mother told me to take Cleo up to my room for our first night together, I was too emotionally tired to even think of doing anything with her.

It's not like I wanted to do something with her either.

She intended to kiss me goodnight, but I wasn't feeling it, so I turned my head to the side and let her kiss only my cheeks.

She changed into her bedgown and slipped under my blankets.
As I watched her in my bed, I felt my heart clenching in my chest.

That wasn't her spot.
She didn't belong there, she didn't belong with me.

It just didn't feel right.
At all.

I was devastated.
I'm still are.

I couldn't believe Louis rejected me.
I know he feels the same, I know he wants me too. I can feel it.

He even cried when he told me no.
You don't do that if you're not interested. Right?

So, since I couldn't stay in that bed any longer, I kicked off the blankets and changed my clothes. I made my way to my balcony to notice that it wasn't even morning yet.

It wasn't time for breakfast, it was still too early.

But I wasn't going back to bed.

And I wasn't going to stay in my room with arms crossed either.

I rushed out of my room, being careful of not waking Cleo up and ran through the hallways, not caring about the fact that I was catching the attention of some of the night shift guards.

When I reached the door of my mother's room I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breath.

I actually didn't know what I was going to say to her, I was just following my gut.