Innocence

Part six

Y/n, you can't trust me, you cannot trust me. For what seemed like a lifetime, the little boy pooped into my mind once again, his cute eyes, young, innocent eyes. But now they stared at me, drilling and endless hole through my thoughts. I realized eventually that I must've passed out, or maybe I was dreaming, but I didn't feel completely conscious, visions started to form, and soon enough I was in a twisted nightmare. Nobody was there, just me in a dim lit room, crouching over a beer drenched stool. And him. Louis. I knew it was him. I had seen him around campus a few times, I had seen him walk into his dorm alone.  I had seen him rarely a week, he was always walking away, going somewhere more interesting than me. And it hurt me each time my eyes recognized him, sending a shrill through my body. But it was never  like this. He'd never looked at me before, not since that day. I had ignored him for years, blocking out the childhood memories we shared together. Like the time we'd have a race and whoever would lose would buy a packet of chips to share, or the time we would watch movies, the same ones again and again. Like thousands of other times, I had told myself to forget about it - that it was just a part of growing up. Everyone has lost friends right? But Louis was different, he was hiding something. And he still had some sort of effect on me. An effect that I couldn't describe in one word, I was scared, sad, excited, angry, confused... Almost Jealous. Jealous that he had gotten over it and he was fine living a lonely freak in the shadows, and jealous that he made me feel like this, but to him I was just a girl from the past. 'Y/n,' his low, calm voice made me wince, his presence was everywhere surrounding me, although I could only see his faintly outlined body in the distance. My mouth opened but no words came out, not that I knew what I was going to say. Louis. I wanted to say his name, after all this time without mentioning it, I needed to hear myself say it, that deadly word of distant memories. He stepped closer. The light bringing out his facial features, letting me see his laid back stance. Louis was grinning, his eyes gleaming with something that wasn't good, I could tell, I could  feel something in the air, even if it was just a dream. My eyes darted up and down his body, taking note of every small detail, and then returned back up to his unreadable face. 'Y/N!"