the cabin || l.t✔

seventeen

Louis Tomlinson
I slowly open the creaky wooden door and poke my head in. The lamp was on but what got my attention was April curled up in a ball, fast asleep near the bin. I slide in and slowly close the door, walking over to her.

I look in the bin to see she threw up.

I sigh and kneel down. I slide one arm under her knees, the other on her back and lift her up bridal style, bringing her over to her bed. I place her down which she then yawns and pops one eye open that hardly stays open.

"Hey," I whisper, tucking her legs in the sheets and pulling them up to her chest.

"This bed has room for two," she says in a droopy way with her eyes closed.

"That's not a good idea," I shake my head.

"Why? Zayn already hates me, what more can I do?" she grabs my hoodie and tugs it so I fall forward and place my hands behind her.

"I don't want you to think I took advantage of you when you're in the wrong place to be making decisions,"

"Just fucking do it," she whines.

"Ap-"

"Pleaseee?" she pouts, her eyes still being closed.

"Fine," I sigh. I kick my shoes off, taking my hoodie and shirt off so I was left in sweatpants. I walk to the end of the wooden bed and crawl in behind her. I face her back, my front side meeting with her backside.

My eyes were stinging and I was hungry which were the classic symptoms of being high. I sigh through my nose and reach over to turn the lamp off. It goes dark in here which makes me feel 10 times better already.

She hisses as a bright light shines in her eyes and mine but I just close mine. She opens her phone with a password, pressing on Snapchat. She opens a snap from 2 days ago from Zayn and it's a photo of him with no shirt on in the mirror.

"Show off," she mutters as I place an arm around her waist. My hands were sweating for some reason, I wasn't hot, was I?

"Why does he send you those?"

"Because he has tattoos and abs, I used to drool over those,"

"So it's common to get those pictures?"

"Mhm," she nods. She sends a snap back of her, making sure I'm not in it. She types; i truly am sorry.

Those words just make me think of when she kissed him. I won't lie to you, I felt a little jealous. But I don't think she did it to mean anything, I think it was just a; don't go, kind of kiss.

She sends it and he opens it instantly. We both wait patiently for about a minute or two but it just says open. She sighs and turns her phone off. "He's never going to forgive me,"

"Having me here isn't helping,"

"Well he already hates me so why not add to it," she shrugs. She grabs my hand and moves it to her lower stomach which makes me tense up for a weird reason. "PMS," she murmured.

Oh.

I spread my hand apart and slowly rub her stomach. "Do you have cramps?"

She nods.

"I get them about a fee days before my period starts," she sighs. "Usually, I'd have either Zayn or a heat pack but neither of those are available but your radiating heat right now so,"

I press my forehead to the back of her head and rub her stomach softly. I feel my eyes go heavy and they close. She sighs again and nuzzles into the pillow as we both drift off into sleep.

I don't fall asleep. My eyes were enjoying the fact my eyes closed. I stayed awake for another five minutes because my mind was running in circles. I, to this day, still regret ever making that rumour up. I know she's not a lesbian and I from the angle, it looked like they were kissing but I know for a fact they weren't. I just told everyone she was so they'd leave me alone.

I guess she wasn't fully asleep because she takes my hand and slowly puts it under her sweatpants and underwear so my hand was on her bare skin instead. I swallow and keep my hand there.

I actually did feel a bit sad when she said she hates me and regretted it all. I didn't regret it. I mean sure I did at first but the more I got to know her the more my mind changed.

I do feel bad because she lost Zayn and I was the reason for it because like she said; it was my fault. If I never kissed her neck then none of this would have happened and they would still be friends. I don't know why I thought having secret sex with her was going to work because anything can happen.

We're supposed to be in the movie room, watching Blue Lagoon - one of Aprils favourites, I know that much. But here we were, in the middle of having sex before a knock on the door scared the shit out of us.

That feeling when you're whole body gets a chill and your hands shake. You're eyes immediately get wide and you don't even realise you were holding your breath kind of scared.

It happened to both of us because the worst thing happened. Either it was Mr. Sands wondering why we aren't in the movie room, a student or what we were hoping wasn't Zayn. I looked away for a second and the next thing I knew she wasn't in the doorway.

It was silent for a moment so I stepped outside and heard them talking before April burst into tears, but everyone was inside to not hear. I hated her cry, it was a pained cry too. I hear Zayn get angry at her for sleeping with me.

And when I stepped in, I saw how much April wished I didn't come outside. I saw the hurt in Zayn's eyes, and I knew by the look he was going to punch it slap me and by having quick reflexes I grabbed his wrist.

I saw her run up to him, begging. I then saw her kiss him and in that moment, I had to swallow my tears which I never have to do. But when I saw him push her away I felt a little better but back to feeling terrible as I watch him walk away from her into his cabin.

I watched in guilt as I saw her banging on the door, begging. It was so hard for me to see. When she came back in the cabin in physical and emotional pain, but my heart broke when I tried to comfort her but she pushed me as she told me she regretted it.

I felt so many things in that moment.

I felt sad, because he found out and because she said all these things about regretting it, I felt angry for letting it happen and I felt guilty because it happened.

Then I left and god knows what happened then. She threw up, that's for sure. Probably from her body in stress. She's not pregnant. I know she's not. Well, I hope she's not.

Throwing up doesn't mean she's pregnant. She could be under stress from losing her best friend, but if she were too be pregnant it's not my baby anyway so I don't care.

"April?" I whisper, knowing it has been a good five minutes since she moved my hand. Another reason she's not pregnant is because I would feel something because my hand is on her stomach but I can't so it's stress.

She doesn't answer me so I sigh. "I don't hate you anymore, I'm sorry for spreading the rumour and I'm sorry about Zayn," I admit in a soft whisper.