"I'm telling tales not lies darling, lies are bad things, tales are to entertain."
"That may be true but, we are not here to entertain."
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Louis just moved back to London with his grandm...
Dinner went quite well with them. We were laughing and talking about what has went on for the past years around the neighbourhood.
It was mostly my dad and mom talking to Louis' grandma. Louis stayed quiet and ate his food while my parents talked.
I am currently in Louis' room while my parents help with cleaning up. He was just on his phone and I was looking out the window.
"How do you always smile?" I hear the deep sound of Louis' voice.
"What do you mean? I don't always smile." I say still looking at the window.
"Well most of the time you do." He talks back.
"I must be happy then..." I say keeping my eyes on random things out the window.
Deep down I know that is not the answer but I'm not going to get into my problems. This is not all about me and my problems.
"Y/N!! Time to go home sweetheart." I hear my father say from downstairs.
I yell okay back and turn to Louis, "Don't you smile when you're happy? So far you have only seen when I am happy so, I don't always smile." I spoke softly leaning on the doorway.
"But I try to because smiling, even when you are not happy, will trick your mind into thinking you are. Not only that but one of your smiles might make someone's day." I tell him with a light smile leaving the door frame.
Walking down the stairs to my parents I wave at the small family and walk out of the nicely built home.
It was a very nice atmosphere at their home and I loved how it made me feel, yet Louis' question still was running around my mind.
'Why do I smile?' I questioned myself as my mother unlocked the door to our home.
Walking my way to my room I think of the times he has even seen me smile. Only 3 times technically and, he has only interacted with me 3 times that I can remember.
How can he make that prediction based off of three times we have met? Oh well. To be completely honest, I sort of make myself smile on purpose.
So many people have called me angry bird because of my resting bitch face, so now I try my best to smile. My eyes kind of always are half open because of my Asian eyes. Only because my mom is Korean of course.
I wish some people could notice that smiling is a choice not a personality.
Louis Partridge POV🎧✨
As Y/N left, her words were sinking into me like lava on snow. It almost stung. In the back of my mind I feel like laughing. She told me off? Jokes on her; I don't even care.
Yet the rest of my mind will not stop thinking about it. How could such... different words come from such a young person?
Question after question popped up into my head until I quickly decide to shower. The only thought process through that was: It might help me get my mind off of everything.
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Towel hanging on my waist, I walk out of the bathroom and into my room. After finally deciding and changing into my clothing choice, which is just sweats and underwear, I slowly go to close my curtains.
After closing them, my mind just barley grazes over that I left them open. And I took that towel off. I changed with them open. Panic is the only emotion I feel. Because who knows, that window at the front of Y/N house could be hers. And who knows, she could have looked out of those windows.
I hate myself. Every time I'm finally relaxed, my brain decides, hey, let's just stress some more; that has to be healthy.
Eyes moving over to my phone as I see it light up. I quickly run over to it as it lays silently on my bed. Only to see its a email from this random girl Sasha.
Instantly trust falling onto my bed, I look over any other notifications and just scroll on Instagram. My eyes quickly sift to the search button and start typing: Y/N Kane.
Eyes slightly widening as I see her account. Oh my god. I didn't think it would be that easy. Quickly tapping on her profile photo, I see a bunch of photos of her. Most of her smiling, or posing with her face covered by a mask.
COVID-19 really screwed everybody up. It's hard to not wear a mask because it's helped so many people feel more confident as others are not looking at their face. I'm assuming that's what it did to her.
Scrolling I come across a quite attractive man. His arm is around her shoulder and they are laughing together with fire works around them. "Is this her boyfriend?" I silently say to myself as I tap his @. He has plenty of ab photos and the rest are really good outfits.
I never pictured her being into other Asians being completely honest. You would think her type would be those basic chads, or the Hispanic boys with Edgar hair cuts. I don't fully know if they are together though.
Dilemma after dilemma is popping up into my head until lastly, I figure it's time to put this darn phone down and try and read the last chapter of my book peacefully.
The Outsider. Such a good book. Sodapop is definitely my favourite character. I remember reading this in earlier grades and loving it so much, I bought myself a copy.
Slowly turning the pages and my eyes straining to stay focused, I close the book and turn off my lights. Till tomorrow I say to myself.
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I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER. I started to write it as soon as the last chapter came out but I have had literally no motivation. I just want to say that updates will be incredibly slow so don't expect a new one anytime soon. I decided to make y/n partly Asian to add to cultures. And because I have no idea what any of the peoples cultures are so I just chose one at random.
HAVE FUN! BYEEEE
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