Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 15: Wherever You Go

    I sat in the backseat, my nose buried in my lyric book. I could feel Louis' eyes attempting to meet mine in the rear view mirror but I kept my gaze low. I wasn't going to let him alter my feelings any longer.

    I was seated behind the passenger's seat with my legs crossed over the armrest, daring Louis to caress my ankles. I scribbled jibberish as my anxiety rose from the silence of the drive until my mind was able to gather itself and form words.

Things to do when I get home, I wrote followed by a colon. Talk to Ashton. I frowned and scratched over it with my pen, seeing Call Frank as a more important thing. Once again I wrote over my list, writing above it in small words Ask Gemma to order pizza and buy ice cream.

    In front of me I heard Louis clear his throat. Fearing that he'd talk, I shot him a bitch glare through the mirror and looked back down. He breathed heavily and looked back at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

    "I don't want you to hate me."

    I groaned without looking at him, throwing my head back. "You don't know how fucking stupid that sounds."

    His eyebrows came together as he retorted, "You don't know how fucking immature you sound."

    "Not immature," I said, sharing a quick look with him. "Just a victim of false hope."

    The ride was silent after that, we only stopped at a gas station to take a leak and for Louis to buy himself a black coffee. Pulling into the neighborhood where I lived, I simply grunted where to turn left or right before mumbling, "Here," when my house came into view.

    As he came to a stop, my hand quickly grasped the door handle, eager to get out of the car and rid myself of this horrible week. I felt it lock at my touch and looked at Louis angrily. He was already turned to me and had his hand on the lock in case I tried to leave again. "Just give me a second."

    "Do I have a choice?"

    He smiled, only for a second when he noticed I wasn't joking. "I know you're hurt. I didn't-"

    "-'Didn't mean to hurt me, I'll find someone someday, there's so much better out there'. Are you quite finished?" My sack rested on my lap as well as my lyric book, screaming at me to get the hell out of Louis' car and continue writing.

    His expression hardened. "I didn't want to lead you on when we first met. Things happened between us, for better or for worse, but now it's over." His final word stung as his finger pressed the car button to unlock the car. "Good luck with your life, Harry. I know you'll do good wherever you go."

    Without a second thought, I quoted, "I don't know, Louis. Where do broken hearts go?"

    I saw his lower jaw fall in recognition of the words he wrote, probably wondering how in the world I knew that. I didn't stay to have him find out. I stepped out of the car and, for once, walked away, not wanting anything to do with Louis.

    I closed the front door and put my back to it, hugging my sack and exhaling, sinking to sit down. I heard footsteps rush inside the room to my right beyond the living room and a small head poke out from the door frame.

    "You little shit."

    I smiled. "Why does everyone greet me like that?" I pushed myself up and walked towards Gemma, straight into the hallway and turning right at her room opposite mine.

    She sat back on her bed and picked up a few magazines, pushing the scraps she had cut up to the floor and setting the important pieces aside. "Find somewhere and sit down."