[COMPLETE] "And last but not least, Louis and April, you'll be partners on this trip."
April Rose and Louis Tomlinson despise each other, but what happens when they are partners on a school camping trip for a week and are forced to share a cabin?
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April Rose
A whole week had gone past and I hadn't spoken to Louis once. I haven't talked to Louis at school, I hadn't spoken to him. Nothing.
Zayn and Perrie are falling for each other and you can see it. I go to Zayn's after school but they end up making out and I'm just sat there watching the movie we were all supposed to be watching. It gets to the point where I move to the floor to give them space but I end up having to leave when Perrie's shirt comes off and Zayn's jeans already undone.
I've left many times, and it's not until later he messages me with the "i'm sorry, we got carried away" bullshit. We all applied for NYU, we should get the letter today or tomorrow because it had been a week.
It was Friday and graduation was nearing. The trip was two weeks ago and I miss Louis. Like in every way you can miss someone. I miss the morning cuddles, I miss his hand on my stomach when I have cramps, I miss feeling him intimately, I miss his touch, I miss everything.
I push the pasta I got from home and usually it's really good but I wasn't in the mood for it today. I sit at a table with Perrie and Zayn, in the back corner of the cafeteria.
I stab a piece of pasta and sigh as I chew it. I keep my head down and eyes closed before I shift my head over to Louis' table. It only had Harry and Louis on it but when I look around more, Niall, Barbara, Liam and Maya sit with a bunch of other girls.
"Zayn," Perrie says as warning. "Stop," she whispers.
Shoot me right now.
I put my head down again, hearing Perrie giggle. "Zayn Javadd," she warns again.
"How do you know my middle name?" he chuckles.
"Your mom told me," she shrugs, tucking hair behind her ear.
"Perrie Louise," he sneers back.
She gasps. "You asked my mom didn't you?"
"Maybe," he shrugs.
"You're not funny," she huffs. "What's your middle name April?" she asks, trying to include me.
I freeze my chewing and looking up at her. "Emery," Zayn answers for me.
"Oh," she says. "I thought your middle name was Rose because you know how some people use their middle names as their last names...?"
"April Emery Rose," Zayn says.
"That's a good name," she says.
My phone buzzes on the table along with Zayn and Perrie. I look at it so see an email saying that our acceptance forms should have came in the mail with: yes, no or waiting list.
