the cabin || l.t✔

eighteen

Louis Tomlinson
I peel my eyes open to meet with Aprils bright green ones which startles me at first. I blink a few times and swallow. "Hi," she whispers.

"Hey," I rasp.

"We don't have to her up until 9 before we have to pack up and then meet Mr. Sands at 10," she whispers.

I nod.

I feel weird this morning.

"Can you stay with me?" she pouts. I look at her as she sits up on her elbow. I roll onto my back and sit up too.

"This is a bad idea," I shake my head. "Everything's still fresh,"

"What? My best friend hates me cause I slept with a boy?"

"You know that's not what happened," I shake my head in a whisper.

"Okay, my best friend hates me because I slept with the person who potentially ruined my life," she says bluntly.

I nod slowly.

"And," she gets my attention by cupping my jaw. "I don't regret it...I don't know why I said that yesterday, I just wish Zayn wouldn't be so mad at me,"

I chose not to answer but lay back down. I rub my eyes and whine a little. She stressed because of the Zayn thing and I can't do anything to help. She lays down too, putting her head on my chest,
her hand tracing my "it is what it is" tattoo. "I just want to say I'm sorry,"

"What for?"

"Sleeping with you and getting Zayn to hate you,"

"It's not you're fault, I don't know why I said that. I was the one who chose to have sex with you so I have no one to blame but myself, I'm sorry I made you feel like it was all your fault," she says.

"I shouldn't have agreed, I know how much you don't like me," I rub up and down her arm.

It goes silent for a minute.

"I-I dont hate you," she looks up at me, tilting her head. "I'm gonna try to get Zayn back,"

"Do you have a rule?"

"Mhm," she hums, sliding her hands down the valley of my chest. "Rule number 3, always forgive your best friend with their favourite thing - in this case it would be an elephant stuffed animal,"

"An elephant stuffed animal?" I arch a brow.

"Mhm, I have one called Zayn and he has one called April but because it's his favourite thing, I get him the same one every time,"

"Where do you get those?"

"The claw," she grins up at me.

"You can win those?"

"Mhm," she nods. "So I'll have to give him one of those,"

"You really think that's gonna work?"

"It has before, and it's a rule,"

"Bu-"

"I know it'll work," she cuts me off.

She doesn't see that this is a bigger problem then the ones she had in the past. I bullied her. Yet she slept with me. He has every right to be mad at us.

"Anyway," she mutters. "Enough about Zayn otherwise I'll start crying again,"

It goes silent for a minute, none of us knowing what to say.

"Harry Knows about us," I whisper.

She freezes.

"W-What?" she sits up.