ILTHY | l.p.

15 | stupid stupid stupid

CHAPTER 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
❛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 ❜
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[ y/n ]

"Can you just give me one—at least one reason why I should trust this and risk my life for you?" I ask, staring straight ahead at the amusement park entrance. Look, I've got nothing against fun, but I do have something against rides. I don't like the feeling of having my stomach twisted and turned.

"Flattering how you have even thought of risking your life for me," Louis mumbled lowly enough for me to barely catch on to then offered me one of the two tickets he previously bought. I don't take it.

Louis sighed, now more in annoyance. "Take it. Y/n."

"You're not the boss."

"Y/n."

"How is this even going to help us?" I ask, now frustrated than ever. I am now convinced Louis has a master plan of torturing me bit by bit before murdering me at dark night in a dark forest. I have to think about who to leave my mom with so she won't be lonely after I'm gone. I'm not overreacting but this is Louis.

"A day of relaxation will help us think, not being cramped in a small space. Why do you think people have days off for?"

"And you think this is relaxation?" I nod towards the screaming inside the amusement park. Louis shrugged and looked back down at the tickets in his hand.

"Plus," he added on. "There will be all kinds of people in there. Lots of inspiration, I bet."

"I hate you," I reply as I snatch my ticket.

Louis gave me a boyish, annoyingly handsome grin and waited for me to start walking before he could place himself behind me. So much for 'ladies come first.' What a gentleman.

I checked in my ticket and ignored how the staff of the park batted her eyelashes when it was Louis' turn. She wasn't the first and won't be the last to do so.

I look around the area, feeling more overwhelmed than excited to be here. Maybe if I was with the band, or even just Millie, everything would have been better. Even horrible days with them are amazing to spend.

"I got us free drinks," Louis suddenly says, returning to my side. I turn and face him, taken aback when he is holding two glasses of blue lemonade. I never even noticed he left.

"Where'd you get this?" I ask, taking my drink.

"A kind lady gave it to me." He responded, already drinking his. My brows furrowed, seeing the notepad with a heart and a number attached to it.

"She gave you two drinks?" I ask, not believing a girl would buy two drinks for a cute guy and whoever that cute guy was with. Louis didn't answer at first, only looking around the area as well before meeting my eyes. "No," he responded slowly. "I asked where she bought it and got you one as well. It's hot out here."

"Okay...so how much do I owe you?"

"What are you on about?"

"The drink, Louis," I deadpanned.

"Oh." Louis blinked and then started walking away, leaving me standing there. That was rude. Why is he acting like I just offended him? It's not like I called him out on how stupid he looks with that messy hair. Fine, it wasn't stupid—but annoyingly looks good on him. He doesn't need to know that. Knowing him, though, he knows how attractive he always is even without a mirror around.

Stupid.

He turns around and faces me, raising a brow. "Planning to abandon me?"

"You're the one who left, idiot." I rolled my eyes as I finally took the first step into following him deeper into my probably final destination.

"I should have known your tiny legs can't keep up with me." Louis tilted his head down at me, the side of his lip tucked in between his teeth, a half smile that could make girls howl at the moon. I was the one who blinked this time, caught off guard by how unnecessary his stupid face looks.

Stupidly perfect.

"You know what? Yeah, I'm abandoning you. I don't care anymore," I blurted out my bluff, trying to not be one of the girls that'll jump on his bones. But I don't think I'm that strong. I am not Cassie from that one book who prefers books to parties and was sold to One Direction, who were secretly mafias.

Ah, shit, what is going on with me?

Louis smiles wider, like he knows what's going through my mind right now. "You just inspired me to write one verse right now, Y/N."

"Abandoning?"

He shakes his head, not planning to tell me at all what his lightbulb moment was all about. Louis first made sure I was in front of him before he walked behind me.

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It was a simple plan. Everyone had stories written on them, and the crowd in the amusement park was packed. There was a family in the corner, a married couple arguing at the far right, and then a loving young couple sitting not so far away. All these are caused by love, I bet. But none of it felt right to write a song about.

"I'm going home." I stare at the Ferris wheel. The sun was setting, normally the most romantic time of the day. I had my own moments with it as well. Good and bad. Mostly bad though, given how those moments were with the ones that fucked me up. I hate sunsets.

"Well, you're boring." Louis didn't give a shit or read the room because he was busy eating the chocolate ice cream he bought earlier after traumatizing me with the spinning ride. I was barely holding on to keep all the corndogs I ate inside me.

I face him. "Louis, we're wasting time. This place is no help, and you're gatekeeping the apparently only idea you had."

I had to pause before continuing: "Is my band a joke to you?"

Louis paused too and kept his eyes on his ice cream. "You've known me for years and still doubt me."

"Yeah, well, we're not close."

"I know that." He interrupted. "I didn't know you didn't like amusement parks or that your favorite lemonade is the Smurf one. That you love cheese-filled corndogs and that you're a buzzkill on rides. You scream a lot, like your hair's on fire. Blimey, really."

"I'm leaving." I stand up.

"Y/N, I want to know you better."

"What?"

Louis stands up too, looking down at me once more with those eyes. "I just want to know you better. I've been really daft these past years, and while you're actually bonkers, I regret not trying to know you at all."

My brows furrowed, heat rising up my face. His stupid eyes, stupid face, and don't even get me started on the chocolate stain around his stupid lips.

Ugh.

"I have an idea," I murmured. It was his turn to be confused. "But I'm not telling you either."

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies, the beautiful kind, makin' up for lost time, takin' flight, making me feel like I just wanna know you better now.

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