Louis POV
Today was one of those days that was harder than most. The work had exhausted me, the weather was not the golden autumn I had hoped for, but gray, wet and cold.
On days like this I felt this consuming hunger. For love and affection. After exchanging caresses, falling asleep together and waking up together. What was normal everyday life for many couples.
Waiting for it wore me out.
I always got enough to keep going but not nearly enough to be happy. And when we argued, it drained my strength even more. Then the fear grew that he would leave and never come back to me. As if we never existed.
If he really wanted me, wouldn't he have told me?
I had never heard the three magic words from him.
"You know how much you mean to me!" he had said, but did I? It had sounded more like an accusation than a sweet confession of love.
After putting yesterday's leftover lasagna in the oven, I leaned against the kitchen counter and glanced hopefully at my phone. He hadn't written, even though it was Monday - our day.
The reason why I was always happy when the weekend was over. The reason why I was always really jittery on Mondays.
As we ate I wondered how long this would last. When was the time to give up hope? To break up or at least give him the choice. Or maybe he wanted to keep it that way and would just find someone else if I didn't give in again and promise to be patient?
3 years, 2 months, 17 days. So much time had passed since our first meeting. I often thought back to that evening.
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the affair - A Larrystylinson Story
FanfictionI always got enough to keep going but not nearly enough to be happy. And when we argued, it drained my strength even more. Then the fear grew that he would leave and never come back to me. As if we never existed. Purely fictional
