Love Within You

CH. 4

JAN 14
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TW: mentions of an ED
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It's currently been a week of living alone with Holden, and it's not been that bad.

Who am I lying to, it's horrible.

He gets on my nerves every second of the day. I guess I've gotten used to being alone with him but still, he's annoying.

It's snowing right now and I'm sitting by my window reading my book, I love nature. My peace gets interrupted when I suddenly hear someone walking up the stairs, like Bigfoot.

'HOLDEN!' I scream. 'DONT FUCKING WALK UP THE STAIRS LIKE THAT!' I sound like my mom right now, he groans as his footsteps quiet down.

I hear him walking towards my room, I turn around to see him walk in and jump on my bed.

"What are you doing?" I just finished making my bed, which also took me about 30 minutes, I was struggling putting on my bed cover don't blame me. I stand up and run over to try and push him off. I fail.

I try harder and successfully get him off after a minute of fighting and pushing for my life.

"Your literally so weak, have you ever worked out?" He says.

"Shut up" I say picking up my pillow to straighten it. I don't always clean my room? It's messy most of the times but when I start cleaning , I clean.

And I hate it when people disturb my cleaning and especially when I just finished cleaning.

"First time I've seen you clean your room" He teases. Fuck it.

I pick up my pillow and quickly throw it at him before he gets to react, it hits his face exactly. Who's weak now?

He stumbles back almost reaching my desk. My room isn't that big but it's average sized, big enough for a twin bed, a desk and a dresser. I love my room, I'm always in my room.

"What the fuck?!"

"You deserved that, Becker" his eyes widen and I smile.

"Last name basis?" I nod, proud. It's silent for a minute.

"Okay Mrs. Becker" he says and I stop fixing up the pillow and turn his way.

"My last names not Becker, and you know that"

"But it will be, mon coeur" [my heart], no idea what the last part meant but it was probably French and I'm gonna kill him.

I bend over my bed and grab my other pillow, the pillow I've had since childhood what i've also thrown at him plenty of times when he was being annoying, he knows this pillow hurts.

"Holden!" I yell as he looks at the pillow and starts running away.

I hear him yell sorry from the other room

Too much work to run after him but I'll get my revenge later.

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I've always wanted to go to Paris.

My parents have, multiple times, before I was born.

Paris. Sounds beautiful. Everyone says it's overrated, it is, probably. But whatever

How I got to this topic is because I'm bored laying on the living room carpet.

I'm always bored.

I walk upstairs. When I get there I don't immediately continue walking but stand there taking a break.

Am I the only one who literally gets exhausted just walking up stairs.

I really should start working out.