ILTHY | l.p.

13 | hating! (or not?)

CHAPTER 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
❛ 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶'𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻
𝗶'𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴? ❜
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[ y/n ]

"Hey."

"I missed you!" Millie didn't even let me finish whatever I had to say and swooped right in a really tight hug that almost made me gasp for air or stumble back and fall maybe right into my death with the loose nail I just saw in front of the Partridges' floorboards. Sadly, I didn't and regained my balance, wrapping my arms just as tightly around the girl I did miss equally as well.

"There is no way you missed me more than I missed you," I argued back, not even bothering to hide the huge smile that left my lips. I swear I just saw a rainbow grow out of nowhere, or maybe the whole world just lit up brighter even if the weather still stayed bad. Whatever, Millie is back! My Millie is here.

"Actually, I missed you the most, and I don't accept arguments, so the case is closed." She pulled away from the hug and grinned at me happily. "I will never stay away from you that long again. I swear, you're the only one keeping me sane!"

"Isn't Sam keeping you sane?"

"No. He's the main reason why I'm insane. Keep up, Y/n." Millie snapped and hooked her arm with mine, dragging me inside. I didn't even have the time to close the door before I found myself near the staircase.

"Girls! The door!" Liz scolds us with a smile and a shake of her head. Millie and I chorused an apology before I caught a glimpse of the door finally being closed. I looked right back in front and almost regretted that I did.

"Don't block the way, Louis." Millie grumbled as she was forced to stop when Louis stood on our way with a narrowed gaze I know oh too well. Right. Louis Partridge. Almost forgot. Just when I thought the world was brighter, it was suddenly all too hot.

"This hallway isn't only yours, Mills," Louis mumbled, rubbing the side of his face as if he had just woken up. There is evidence he did, given his messy hair and rough voice. Millie only responded with a roll of her eyes and moved left, continuing to drag me as we passed by him.

And it all could be just in my head, but I did feel his hand brush by mine and see a smirk on those pink lips that made my blood flush straight to my cheeks. His eyes were the last thing I saw before Millie closed the door to her room. Dark brown that's oddly still light enough to not only burn the world but also burn this feeling in my chest. Does Louis even know he has that kind of effect?

I mean, maybe he does—he's an actor after all, with the fans left and right. Okay, but since when was I affected by him? This is so weird; I need to stop thinking about him.

"I had no one to tell how awful the whole party was with no balloons or clowns. It's like the kid isn't even turning seven!" Millie starts talking, walking around her room in distress. "It was a whole boring week with no internet, no signal, and no you! Literally, there is nothing to do but sit down in the living room and 'spend quality time with your family'. Louis and Issie were the lucky ones! Since they're 'adults', mum let them stay here before following after. I have to be stuck in that really old creepy house that smells and spend the rest of my days rotting."

I barely followed anything Millie said because, damn, was she fast. But I did catch a few important key points in her story and made myself comfortable in her bed instead.

"Anyways, Louis told me you both got the song covered. I told him he's bullshit. I know you well enough to never agree to that."

I bite my lip, my mind suddenly blank, and I slowly meet Millie's eyes, a small smile tugging from my lips.

"Holy shit."

"It's only for a while. Even I have my own doubts it'll work." I speak up, getting underneath her covers. "But your brother insisted. And he is persuasive. So I..."

"You guys talk?!" Millie squealed, then sat on the foot of the bed, her eyes wide and staring straight into mine.

My brows furrowed at her reaction, but then again, I couldn't blame her.

"Whatever. The world is ending," Millie says dramatically and falls beside me on her bed. She faced me with her elbow on the pillow and her head on the palm of her hand. "But I'm glad you guys finally stopped being assholes."

I scoffed and did the same, facing her as well. "Me? I'm the victim here."

"No way. You two are assholes separately, but always try to one-up each other in some sort of 'who is the better jerk' competition."

My brows furrowed, but even so, I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips. It was true anyway. And looking back on all of it, it was kind of funny. But then again, it's Louis. No one is much more competitive in some kind of asshole competition than him. I sigh afterwards and settle on laying on my back again, staring at Millie's ceiling.

"I hate him." It was the only thing I knew to say.

"Maybe you don't."

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