Sociopath // Louis Tomlinson //

The Funeral

Derek drove in silence, as I stared out the window. The neighborhood was blurred as tears filled my eyes. This was getting so real so fast. It finally hit me that Lydia was dead. We never got along, but she did not deserve to get murdered. 

"How you holding up?" Derek asked finally.

"I'm hanging on," I said as I sniffled.

"You're stronger than you think, you'll get through this," Derek reassured. 

I looked over at the man that sat next to me. I never really thought about Derek in a elder guardian sort of way, he was always just Derek. My pal that helped me when I scraped my knee, or took me out for ice cream when I was sad. Now as I sat next to him in his car, I saw a man who cared. He had grown up, and only now did I notice. His body matured to one that was extremely fit yet had a gentle vibe to it. 

"What are you looking at?" Derek asked and gave me a little laugh as he took his eyes off the road for a second.

"Just thinking how grateful I am for you," I said and smiled at him.

"Well I am grateful for you too Le," he replied and reached his hand over to mine.

With a gentle squeeze, he had me reassured that everything was going to be alright. That even though my world seemed like it was falling apart, I could piece it back together.

"So, are we going to talk about Louis or are we just going to ignore it?" he said hesitantly.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything really, he has been a mystery to me," Derek said.

"Well, everyone believes he's some sociopath who murdered his mom when he was twelve."

"But what's your opinion on him?" Derek pushed, not satisfied with my answer.

"He was the boy who made me believe in that I could have a Prince Charming," I sighed as the memories of Louis and I flooded back into my head.

"You fell in love with him," Derek noted.

"I fell in love with the idea of falling in love with my best friend," I corrected him. "I never really fell in love with Louis, I mean therapy forced me to reflect on the real Louis not the one I pictured in my head."

"I saw the way he looked at you Le."

"He's good at playing with people."

"Leanne, I know you of all people do not believe the bullshit everyone is feeding on."

"Damn it Derek what do you want me to tell you," I said frustrated at how much he pushed this topic.

"Tell me the truth Le, we both promised to always be honest with each other," Derek said, his voice showed clear impatience with my lies.

"Louis Tomlinson is the messed up kid that killed his own mother. My feelings for him were shattered the moment his mother took her last breath," I said slowly. 

I had this sentence engraved inside my brain. I was told to repeat this to myself constantly back when I was a patient at the trauma center. I repeated it to the point where I almost began to believe it. My brain was so used to the words that left my mouth, it seemed real. 

"Alright Le, whatever. We're at your house," Derek said as he pulled in the driveway.

"Derek," I sighed. 

I hated it when we fought. We were both stubborn and could be really nasty when we were mad. In a way, I was surprised Derek was not part of my family, we had identical habits and traits.