No Control >> Louis Tomlinson

We made sense.

"Hey, how was it?" My friends hurled their curiosity at me, as I entered the house. I was momentarily scared, and I actually considered leaving and never coming back.

"Okay, just okay."

"But why?" Sam asked. Annie and Sam had decided to stay with us for two weeks, until the boys' tour. They were amazing, and we quickly became close friends. "Why did you leave?"

"Um, Louis hurt himself." I shrugged out of the jacket, when I remembered I forgot to return it back to him. I had been way too much flustered, what with the first-aid and all.

"Hurt? Hurt himself? What do you mean?" Annie demanded, glaring at me.

"Um, he slipped."

"What about your bruise?"

"I got it at that party."

"Don't believe you."

I shook my head at her, and laughed. Even I wouldn't have believed such a lame story. Actually, I couldn't believe anything. It seemed as if the part of my brain which believed things was dysfunctional.

I gave up on dinner after three spoonfuls, dumped the plate in the sink, and rushed to my room. The girls were pegging me about my "date", and I didn't want to irritate them, and myself, with any more lies and excuses.

I decided to take a shower, and wriggled out of my dress. It was crinkled and damp, probably from all the dew, but it wasn't worth it to even throw it in the laundry. I was so desperate for a shower, and a shampoo, I'd kill for it.

Actually, I guess I murdered my dress.

Stepping into the warm shower, I sighed. I pulled my hair into a pony, and turned my face upwards, the shower relaxing my nerves.

Eh, Louis Tomlinson, me, ditching a party, first aid. This was my first..outing, if I may, with him. And it couldn't get weirder. I mean, couldn't it have been laughs and secrets? Did it have to be what it was?

God damn it.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself, and slipped into my night dress. Plopping myself onto my bed, I grabbed my phone and checked my texts. There was nothing.

As I was about to put it back...

A text message.

Louis:- Hey!

I almost fainted. Louis freaking Tomlinson, texting me, of all people. Goodness.

Me:- Hey! You alright?

Keep your shit together, dude. Won't help if you get an attack right now.

Louis:- Hurts. Too much.
Me:- Oh, I'm sorry. Did you change the dressing?
Louis:- You were talking about my knee? Because I wasn't.

Okay, you should probably start screaming right now.

Me:- Um.

Shiki, writer extraordinaire.

Louis:- Well, about my knee, it hurts. And yeah, it's changed. Did you eat something?

Me:- Nope.

Louis:-Are you kidding me?

Me:-Nope

Louis:-You aren't hungry?

Me:-Nope

Louis:- You say that one more time and I'll rip all my hair off