Why Are You So Rude? (Zianourry) (C.E)

0.1 Packing Up

Louis POV

I sit on my bed contemplating not packing, just to piss my mum off. But then I remember who my mother is & that she wouldn't go back on her promise of shipping me off with no clothes.

So I get up & my phone on its thingy, I think it's called an IDock, & put on my upbeat playlist in hopes to bring my mood up. As the beginning of Classic By MKTO plays I walked over to my admittedly big closet & stare intently, hand on chin like I'm in deep thought. Ha.

I, in typical Louis Tomlinson style, started yanking & throwing clothes off of hangers & out of the closet. Throwing them all over my head or behind my shoulders. No way am I leaving any of my clothes behind. Leaving the pouting for later, I strut over to my dresser to Maroon 5's Sugar.

Pulling out my underwear drawer & completely turn it over, making all the contents fall on the floor. Because C'mon, can you ever really to many pairs of underwear? After opening my accessories drawer & grabbing all my jewelry Beverly Hills By Weezer comes on & I get full into my jam. Picking up my clothes & bouncing around to the beat.

I get done when Birthday By Katy Perry starts to end. I finally force the zipper on my duffle bag to shut, going over to my phone to turn to the music off. Sitting on my bed, I start the hard part. Choosing what material items to bring with me. Of course my posters, but I have to wait to pack them. So I can stack them neatly & sit them on top of everything else.

I need to pack my concealer & my mini carry concealer (You never know what could happen. I could be in the middle of dragging a bitch & she hits me before I can do anything. No I will not let a mark be left on me.) The first I gotta pack is definitely my lucky pillow. What, you have your superstitions I have mine. (Plus it matches my eyes.)

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After thinking long & hard about what to pack, I finally zip my big luggage back. Checking around my room for the third time to make sure I hadn't left anything important. After all I will be there for a while since I'm as of now supposed to be finishing my highschool life at 'Scott AOB Academy'.

So almost two years. Twenty months counting the summer. Even though I'll be home during the summer I'll still have to return to AOB Academy after. It's not that I'll miss home to much, or be homesick. Even though I do know I'll be missing my family I'm always up for adventure.

Or that I'll miss my friends a lot. Because even though I am extremely irritable I can also be a people person, so I'll probably make friends easily. & the only awfully close friends I have are two I've had since childhood, a mated pair named Eleanor & Stan.

It's that I don't want to be mated. I don't want to be tied down. I want to be free.

Deciding I'm getting too into my thinking, I throw my duffle on the floor. Removing my shirt & sweats, climbing under my thin sheet. Dosing off, hoping for the best & mentally preparing myself for tommorow.

(A.N/ Omg this sucked ass I'm sorry. I got sick & then I had a huge amount of makeup work so I didn't get to update sooner I'm so so so sorry. #GoodLuckLou if you by any chance actually like this chapter.)