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Perched atop the kitchen counter, Avery dangled her legs impatiently waiting for him to message her back. Her thoughts were spiralling, the faint echoes of her CD player cascading her small apartment. The football shirt which was drowning her small frame hung just above her knee, her tanned legs on display as they hit the cold marble.
The young girl was from a broken home, her parents divorcing when she was just three years old. But in the midst of all of the chaos in her life, she found comfort in the quiet friendship of Louis Tomlinson. Although they seemed like complete polar opposites, they were both just as crazy as one another, willing to die for their football team. An avid football fan, Avery found herself at games with the Doncaster boy every weekend, both of them screaming with joy in success and cussing players out in disappointment. It was their thing, and always would be.
The blonde bit the inside of her cheek as his message appeared at the top of her screen, the one she had so desperately been waiting to get back. With the dim light from the moon peeking in through the window, Avery's face was illuminated by her phone screen as she frantically thought of what to say back.
contact: lou lou 😇
lou lou 😇 chill out stones, i'm sure it's nothing! x
aves 🗿 if something was going on he'd tell me, right?
lou lou 😇 i'm sure he would but he's also a bit of dick when it comes to talking about feelings, aves x
aves 🗿 yeah, i gathered. night loubear x
lou lou 😇 don't stress it, please, night stonesy x
As she hid her feelings from a certain brunette, how could she expect him not to just get on with his life, despite being her best friend? It was like she was trapped in her own mind about it, slowly driving herself to insanity as she craved his attention more with each lingering gaze. Unbeknownst to him, she wanted the electricity she felt in his presence to be an eternal thing, wanting him to choose her for once. She longed for his touch, for his head buried into her neck on drunken nights, for his lips to melt into hers.
So, to mask her stupidity, she got with whoever showed her the slightest bit of attention. As she travelled the world with her four best friends, Avery would party into the early hours, often discovering herself tangled in a stranger's bedsheets the morning after with the smell of sex lingering in the air. As much as she hated it, she just wanted to feel something. Anything. The tiniest bit of affection made Avery's heart jump, begging for the attention of lustful boys who just wanted to get into her pants. With her phone in her hand, Avery's heart dropped at the notification that snapped her back into reality.
"Harry Styles spotted with brunette babe in Soho, seemingly infatuated with the angelic face."
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EVE SPEAKS ! eek!!! i'm so so excited for this fic i have so many ideas. soo what do we think of avery and louis' friendship so far, also harry and avery's dynamic is so cute, pinky swear xo
