In the blink of an eye, the week is over. I spend most of my week studying, hanging out with Austin and getting a lot of sleep because I don't even use an alarm clock.
Friday I have my last therapy session before a two week break when Alan is on vacation. We talk some more about my family and about my feelings and how I'm holding up.
Talking with my dad was weird all week. Everytime we talked I just thought about how much he changed and how I wished he'd always been like he is now.
I've been thinking a lot about my life this past week. About where I am now and how I got here. Where I wanna get.
I'm happy with where I am. I don't feel the need to get high. I got my emotions under control. Austin and I are doing great.
Austin's mood has improved this week. He wasn't in the best mood, but he wasn't as depressed as last week. He's been studying with Adam and with Carla, refusing to study with me. I understand and accept he doesn't want that, but I just wanna make sure he's prepared for the finals. It's just ten more days until then and I have absolutely no idea how he's holding up. Maybe I'm a little bit like my dad after all.
Nora claims she's not doing drugs, but I'm not sure about it. Austin and her have avoided each other all week, so I only got to speak with her once.
Dylan has also been ignoring my messages all week.
But at least Harry and I made up. I don't mention Laura anymore and he doesn't mention me kissing Adam. I still feel like we're not as close as we maybe used to be, but it's getting better again. It doesn't feel awkward anymore.
Carla has been spamming Harry, Adam, Austin and me with vacation plans. She wants to go on holiday together, but no one except for Harry wants to go, but I'm sure she's gonna convince us sooner or later, probably one by one.
Right now I'm lying in Austin's bed. It's saturday morning and I woke up with him missing. I already know he's most likely out to get breakfast for us.
I hum happily and stretch a bit.
Everything is fine. Sure, I'm concerned about Nora and Dylan, but apart from that everything seems to be going the way I want it.
The only thing that's been bugging me is the fact that Louis' phone is dead and has been for at least four days now.
Or he blocked my number.
I roll over and grab my phone to try and call him again, but as expected I get sent right to his voicemail.
The last time I saw Louis was when I saw his reflection in the car mirror as he ran down the street while I sped off with the intention to kill myself.
It's been eight weeks since then.
I feel like this is not how I want our friendship to end. If he doesn't wanna pick up his phone I should maybe just pay him a visit.
I groan and lay my phone aside and close my eyes for a bit to get some more sleep.
I can hear the front door close as Austin comes back home. He walks to the kitchen and then stays there long enough that I fall asleep again.
I wake up again as I can hear him open up the door and sneak in quietly, climbing into bed.
"Sammy." He whispers.
I can't help the smile as I open my eyes and lean over to kiss him.
"Good morning." I say and stretch my arms and back.
"Do you want to sleep in or have some breakfast?" He asks me.
"Breakfast sounds good." I say.
He smiles wide. "The weather is nice. Sit on the rooftop?"
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How To Stay Afloat (BxB)
RomanceSamuel always has been fortunate enough to enjoy a seamless and comfortable life. He had it all. Good grades, aspirations to become a doctor like his dad and the company of the coolest stoner friend group. However, his good fortune came to an abrupt...