The Wallace Collection was better than I could have ever imagined. It's definitely looks better in person than it does online.
We decided to go out to eat after the museum. "Table for 8 please."
"I don't understand why people actually enjoy looking a squiggles on a canvas. Like it doesn't make any sense." Noah confessed, contently sighing after he took a sip of his milkshake.
"I think it's because the artwork tells a story." Caleb said, looking at me for conformation.
"I mean, yeah. You can almost feel what the artist feels when you see the artwork." I said, bitting a fry in my hand. "Maybe you just can't see it."
"Only special people can see it." Louis pipped from across the table. My eyes dragged away from Noah's pretend hurt face to Louis, only to find that his gaze was already on me. I looked down to my lap as I felt a slight blush forming. The whole time we were at The Wallace Collection, Louis never really left my side. We talked about the displays while the rest of the group acted like children, or acted like parents. It was nice. Apparently Louis is an artist himself. He plays the piano and does plays for the school.
"Okay children," Millie pipped up after we finished eating and sat around for awhile. "I think it's time for us to get going. We have school tomorrow."
"Okay mom." Noah and Gaten said almost simultaneously.
"Don't call me mom, otherwise I'll ground you both."
"Sorry... mom." Noah said, the last part quieter so Millie couldn't hear.
We all got up and headed back to the tube, chatting and laughing till we got back to the park.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Finn said, walking to the direction of his car. And so the group started dispersing.
"I'll give you a ride back if you want." Louis said after most of the group had left. I truly did want to ride back with him, but I didn't want to be a bother.
"It's okay. I can get an Uber." I said, pulling out my phone to summon a car.
"No it's fine. I can give you a ride back. It's really not a hassle.
I looked up from my phone and looked into those pools of hunny, which look darker right now due to the lack of light, but in the moonlight, they still glowed. Looking into his eyes, I could tell he really wanted to, so I agreed.
And so we got into his car and he drove me home. Well not home but where I'll be residing for the next few months of my life.
When I got inside and texted the group chat that I've made it home, I laid on my bed and thought about the day. Thought about the people I met and the adventure we went on. Thought about my life that I left back home; the people I left back home. And lastly, as I was drifting off to sleep, I thought about the boy.
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A/N:
I know I know. It's been awhile. And I'm so sorry! 1. I lost motivation. 2. School :/
But! I'm back for good now, I hope. I really do like writing and I want to be better so I hope I can continue without long amounts of time between updates. Again, sorry:(
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The Line between Love and Hate ~Louis Partridge~
FanfictionIn which a London schoolboy and an American exchange student don't realize that the line between love and hate is pretty thin. - - "I thought I hated him but now I can't get him out of my head" I sigh. "You know what they say, the line between love...
