Falling For The Impossible

31

This book is coming to the end. We have reached the 29th of November. Only 2 more days before we see Louis' decision <3

29th November 2021

Ah fuck.

I've had a bad reaction to those tablets the nurse gave me on Tuesday, yesterday the fever was only mild but it got stronger as the day went on. As I've woken up today, my mind is hazy and I can't think clearly without my brain breaking out in a massive headache.

It was like a head cold, where it's all stuffy and you feel tired all the time.

I groaned and buried my head into my pillow, only look up to check the time which read 9:21am, all my friends would be in their classes right now.

Mum came into my room with a bowl of her famous chicken soup. She sat at the edge of my bed, rubbing her hand through my hair.

"It's very hot so you don't have to have it right now," she whispered, she stopped her movements and placed the bowl on my bedside table. I smiled lazily up at her which she returned.

"I'm going to leave this open for you ok? Just so you can get some natural air in, I'll talk to the office to figure out what they gave you," she explained, opening my window only slightly which let in a big gust of air that felt amazing.

"I'd give you a kiss goodbye but in case this is contagious I can't, I love you Liesey," my mum said in a hushed tone, so not to wake up my pounding headache.

"Love you mum," I mumbled out, raising a hand in the air to wave at her. She shut my door quietly and I heard her car leave the driveway not too long after that.

I took the soup bowl into my hands and blew on the steam wafting on the food. I missed her soup, it had always been the best.

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"Annaliese," a soft voice whispered above, a cold hand lightly caressing my cheek. I grumbled and turned around, shoving my face into my pillow. I heard a snicker before the hand return to my back.

"Go away Louis," I groaned, however my back rejected that as it relaxed under his touch.

"What's wrong love?" He asked, continuing his motion with his hand.

"I'm sick," he nodded in understanding and stood up, "well let's watch a movie," I peeked up at him from under my arm.

"You should be in school right now mister," I scolded. He shrugged and leant down, kissing my forehead, "I want to look after you."

He picked me up with both hands gripping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist whilst my hands went around his neck. He carried me down the stairs and to the lounge room, sitting down, with me straddling him. It was very uncomfortable however so I stood up and went to lay back down, but Louis quickly changed so he was laying down, opening his arms for me.

I smiled and laid down with my head on his chest. His arm on the side of the couch, tucked into the corner came up and started brushing through the strands like he had before. "How'd you get in?" I asked, shuffling up so my head fit in between where his head and shoulder met, the light being blocked his neck.

Boah neck? Noah Beck? How big is your neck-

"I saw your mum come to the office. I asked her where you were and she said you were sick. I told her I wanted to come see you so she told me the spare key was under the doormat, sorry to break in on you," he said, brushing some some hair from my face as he flicked through channels.

"That's ok, it's improvement she told you where the key was anyways," I whispered, turning my face further from the tv into the pillow under us.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked, leaving his arm to rest on my thigh and his palm on my hip, his thumb slowly drawing circles.