ILTHY | l.p.

16 | seven to ten

CHAPTER 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
❛ 𝘀𝗲𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶'𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ❜
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[ y/n ]

"Any updates?"

"On what?"

"About Sam balding." Lisa sarcastically rolled her eyes and sighed, flicking her pink hair out of her eyes. "About the song, of course."

Sam sits up all of the sudden and grabs onto his still thick blonde hair, as if making sure it was still there. I swear I also saw him pale a bit, then heard him let out a sigh of relief after confirming that he is, in fact, not balding. Yet. Sometimes I do have the urge to shave his roots off just for the fun of it.

"The song has lyrics now. Louis and I just have to arrange them and make the final touches. We're going to need help with the tune, though." I take a cookie and munch on it, trying to catch the crumbs as they fall. I did it without thinking, really, so I almost didn't notice the way Millie gawked. But the small gasp she released gave it away.

"What?"

"Louis rubbed off on you." Millie says in a dramatic way, a hand on her chest as if I just told her that I just came from a faraway planet and do not belong in humanity at all. Her overreaction made me pause, even taking me back.

And Louis rubbing off on me? What sentence even is that? It's like saying I would give up forever to....

"Yeah, Y/n never catches her crumbs." Sam snorts. "I always have to clean up everything she leaves behind. You're a messy girl, drummy."

"Louis catches his crumbs?" Felix, seated on the floor, playing on his phone, asked.

Millie hummed. "He always does. Brings a plate whenever he eats. He hates it when his room gets messy but is too lazy to clean around anyway. Mum has to threaten him around. But I guess because he's an adult now who has his own life and travels a lot, he became more of a clean freak."

...touch him.

I shoveled the whole cookie in my mouth and chewed, and as if to prove my point on how stupid the whole thing is, I walked over to Sam's bed and clasped my hands together repeatedly to shake off all the crumbs in the bedding.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Sam yells, irritated as he inhales sharply and adjusts his casts. "Oh, fuck you, drummy. Mad woman. You have to clean that. I'm injured!"

"Louis isn't rubbing on me," I clarified. "But since you're all so disturbed by how I am trying to be clean for the first time, then maybe I should stay messy."

"Okay, jeez." Felix snorts, not playing anymore. But he seems more amused now than when he was. "Such a violent reaction just on the mention of Millie's brother. Bothered?"

"What? No way." My brows furrowed, annoyed that I was bothered.

"Someone's got a crush." Lisa's lips raise into a knowing, sly grin.

"No."

"Y/n, having a crush on my brother? What multiverse have I stumbled upon?" Millie grins too, her eyes sparkling, like she was opening a new present on Christmas day. Seriously? Aren't sisters supposed to, like, hate whenever their friends like their brothers? (Which I do not at all.)

"Okay now you're all just pushing it." I sit back on the hammock in Sam's room, annoyed how they would even consider whatever rollercoaster of emotions I've been going through for the past week is something called a crush. I mean, has the ride even started last week? Not really. Ever since I met Louis at the ripe age of seven. His visuals as a ten-year-old back then were too perfect for a little girl like me not to admire.

Okay, maybe I did have a crush on Louis. Back then. For like, a second or so. In my defense, he was a really handsome older kid who was cool and skateboarded. Like, hello? I would be a fool not to. And it turns out, it actually makes me feel more like an idiot liking him. That ten-year-old never even greeted me hello, stomping on my little heart like it was just something irrelevant to take care of. Whatever, it's silly.

And maybe why I always tell myself I hate Louis Partridge.

Whatever. No one has to know that. The only proof of it happening is hidden away in a pink glittery diary probably thrown around in my room. Which reminds me that I should find it and burn it before it's too late.

"But good job on writing a love song, Y/n." Lisa nods at me. "I actually thought you wouldn't be able to pull it off."

"Wow. I'm touched by your support."

"I mean, for the 'enemies' you say you are with Partridge, you two sure know how to make one love song."

I roll my eyes at her teasing. Of course they aren't done with their bullshit.

"Enough. Millie's my favorite Partridge, and that's final." I cut off the giggling in the room, trying to act stern.

"I know I am," Millie gives me a flying kiss and a wink. "One thing's for sure though. You're Louie's favorite member in 00's."

I groan both internally and externally, burying my face into the palms of my hands. They're never going to shut up. Great.

"I have something to say." Sam raises his good hand up and speaks with a mischievous smile that matches Millie's eyes. They always match perfectly, no matter what the circumstances are. "I think Louis and Y/n would make a totally cool couple."

A bunch of cheers filled the room while I drowned more in misery.

I just want the talent show to be over as soon as possible.

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