Alive (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 46

Song of the chapter:
Lost-Michael Bublé

Louis POV
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I groaned as I opened my eyes quickly closing them again.

"You're finally awake," I hear my roommate say from across the room. "Amy keep you up all night?" He laughs. What?

"What are you talking about?" I finally sit up and look over at him as much as it hurt to do so.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks. I remember going to the party and having some drinks but that was really it.

"I remember going last night but that's about it."

"You were plastered man practically going crazy and what not. You tried driving over to Amy's place, kept asking for her. Mason finally called her and told her to come down there. She showed up and took you back here, the rest I can't help you with and frankly I don't want to know what happened when you guys got back." I could feel my face burning in embarrassment, oh no. He's joking right, that's all one big joke.

"And no I'm not kidding," he says as if he read my mind. I looked down I was still fully clothed, relief washes over me? I think it as if it's a question.

"Was she mad when she got there?"

"No she just look worried. At first you wouldn't go but you finally did." Worried that's good right? And why the hell would I not want to go with her?

"What did she say?"

"I don't remember man, I wasn't paying to much attention." I had questions running all through my mind but there was only one person who could answer them.

"I gotta go," I say getting up and sliding my feet into my shoes.

"I don't think so, we're checking out today and we have to get all are crap packed and out of here." That was today wasn't it? I guess my answers were going to have to wait.

Amy's POV
I don't know what I thought was going to happen really. Did I have hopes? Of course. I may have hoped he would have come here that morning saying he remembered everything from that night. He knows I still very much care about him and wouldn't take no for an answer this time.

Obviously he didn't come. It was four days ago already. What I did want to know is, did anyone tell him I came that night? Or did they think it was best to leave that unmentioned so he can forget about me already?

I was sitting on the couch just staring at my phone. I literally had nothing to do. I had work in a few hours which was better than staying here all by myself but still it was work. Granted it was the easiest job in the world, I work at a book store/library. I sell, stack and check out books. A ten year old could do it. I do like my job though it's relaxing and kind of fun. I'm usually there by myself it's not a busy place and you don't really need more than one person working there at a time. Whenever Louis would visit me we would sneak back-no. I'm not going to go there, not even going to think about it.

I sit up and start cleaning. It's become a habit of mine to distract myself from my thoughts. I literally clean everything, if everything is clean then I start to organize. Never once did I think I would become one of those people.

Once I cleaned my whole apartment again, it was time for work. I still had an hour but I could walk slow right?

I grabbed my bag and headed out. As I made it down to the lobby I saw a very familiar car pull into the parking lot from the door. Sweet Moses it was him. What do I do, what do I do! I looked around panicking before running out of the building making sure he couldn't see me and making it around the corner of the building, shielding me from sight.