Running Bases With You

Chapter 48

{Unedited and hella late oops}

*Annabeth's POV*

The first week without Louis wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but it definitely wasn't easy.

The moment I left the airport and climbed into the taxi, I felt like the world was crashing down. The longing I felt for him to be next to me holding my hand or his arm around my waist was almost too much to bare. I missed him with everything I had and my heart was torn.

When I stepped through my front door, I finally lost it. I fell to my knees and cried for hours and hours. Talia wasn't home and I couldn't have cared less; I like being alone while I cry.

By the time I was all cried out, my heart wasn't aching so bad anymore and my makeup was all over my face. My whole body felt drained of all energy, so instead of taking the time to walk to my bedroom, I fell asleep in the middle of the living room floor.

I woke up six hours later when the promised call from Louis came through. We talked for over an hour, the only things said being about how much we already missed each other. He knew I had been crying from how raspy my voice was and pointed it out almost immediately, but of course me being me, I brushed it off.

Day one was almost a blur. Things were slow for me that day; I was zoned out during most of my classes, I was only half-heartedly into softball practice, and Talia couldn't seem to get me to say much of anything. I couldn't bring myself to eat anything more than an apple and a glass of water; I was too out of it to worry about my appetite.

Day two wasn't much better. I didn't feel as numb anymore, so my heart and mind were constantly reminding me of how far away Louis was and of how long he would be gone. I ate more that day since Talia was kind enough to cook me supper, but my stomach wasn't strong enough to hold it in. Let's just say it was a long night...

Day three, I woke up feeling less held back by my emotions, but I was still half tied down. I went out to the shops and bought groceries for the flat and I even bought myself a Java Frappecińo from Starbucks. I was more focused during my classes and softball practice was slightly easier. Louis called at the end of the night and we only got to talk for just under thirty minutes, but hearing his voice was enough to help me smile before the day was out.

Day four was just like any regular day. I woke up at seven am, took a shower, got dressed, and skipped breakfast. I went to two classes and had softball practice off because of physical therapy, which wasn't going very well anymore. Things weren't improving and it was worrying Chad probably more than me. Louis didn't call that day because his schedule got too crazy, and to top it all off, I didn't sleep but two and a half hours that night.

Day five and six went the same way. Talia tried to persuade me to go out with her but I refused. I had put the clubbing days behind me for months now, and I can't say I missed it. Drinking only made my life more difficult; sure, I forget sad reality for awhile, but as soon as I wake up all I have is a headache from Satan himself and a killer hangover.

Now, here I am on day seven. A whole week since Louis left. I stand in front of my mirror, a grim expression on my face. My hands grip the edge of the sink so tight my knuckles are a solid white color. My nerves are practically shot from the anxiety of what's ahead.

Today is the day; the day I officially find out what's wrong with my shoulder and why it's not getting better.

I put on a Skillet t-shirt, black sweatpants, and a pullover jacket with my college team logo. I put on my black Vans that Louis got me a few weeks ago and put my hair in a side fishtail braid, leaving my makeup alone for the day. I have no idea what news I might be getting or the outcome, and I don't really feel like getting mascara all over myself just incase there's bad news.