Shortcomings (Louis Tomlinson AU)

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"When I was young, I never needed anyone

And making love was just for fun

Those days are gone

Livin' alone

I think of all the friends I've known

When I dial the telephone

Nobody's home

All by myself

Don't wanna be

All by myself

Anymore-"

"What do you think you're doing?!" my big sister, Alana, busted my door open, ruining my "All by Myself" moment.

She was wearing a lovely velvet green dress and had her straight auburn hair up as if she's meeting somebody important but in reality she's just going to meet her dorky boyfriend.

"Enjoying life. Frolicking with unicorns. What about you?" I replied in a monotone.

Alana looks a lot like our mother, hence why she's so beautiful. She got our mother's hazel eyes and of course her auburn hair and basically everything my mother has.

"Trying to survive your mope week. How many days have you been staying in your room?" she demanded. She sounded and looked like a mother with her arms crossed across her chest, words and with her attire.

"I don't know. I stopped counting the days." I pointed to my calendar.

Alana walked over to my bedside table and looked at my calendar. The 10th of February is circled with hearts because on February 10th, it would be our anniversary. My Ciprian and I.

"It's just an anniversary. How many years have you been together? Two? Two pathetic years!" she exclaimed as she pulled me off my bed with my arm.

"Oww, let go!" I tried to sound mad but it came out monotonous and tired.

"You stink. You know what you need? A party!!!" she declared and started dancing with me. Actually, she's the only one dancing and she's doing the Carlton.

"Every Friday night, I would ask you if I could throw a party and you always say no!" this time, I sound angry. It's true though, she would shrug always my idea off.

"That's not what I meant! There's a party in our building tonight. Everyone's invited. The party is being thrown by our new neighbors upstairs and the best way to make them feel welcome is to attend their party."

"Do we have to wear that to their party?" I asked, pointing at her outfit.

"Not really. Rob and I have something to do tonight. Go to the party, to get your mind off things. Besides, you? Stay at home on a Friday night?? I don't think so." She smiled at she pushed me towards my bathroom.

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A little spritz of my least favourite cologne here and there and voila! I'm done.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw my denim cutoffs, gray tank top, my black high tops and my olive green jacket. I looked decent and not ready to drink the night away.

I smiled widely at the mirror. If only I feel as perky as I look.

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My mother always told me to never go to a party empty handed. Maybe that's why the boys in my school never fail to bring beer to a party.  I guess they were told the same thing.

I went out of our building and went to the cake shop downstairs. I bought a black forest round cake and carried it up back to our apartment.

I walked up the stairs to the next floor and heard music pounding inside the room. There were already a few people streaming out of a room. I guess the party already started without me. Surprise, surprise!

Some kids were already drunk and some were just gossiping with each other. I heard a girl mentioned Ciprian's name and my name. I swear I used all of my willpower not to shove this cake on her face. 

I raised my fist to knock on the door but it opened instantly.

A pair of blue eyes and blonde hair welcomed me. "Hello, hello! Welcome to our pad!"

Blonde hair and blue eyes had a thick accent but I don't know what you call it.

I tried to smile genuinely but I know what came out, probably my face twisted in agony.

He pulled me in by my wrist and closed the door and said, "Drinks and food in the kitchen and the party, everywhere!" then gone in a flash.

I was left alone standing in the doorway with Shakira's Hips Don't Lie blasting somewhere. I looked around and walked  past a couple making out on the couch and stared at them with disgust. And jealousy.

I should be the one on that couch making out with Ciprian. I sighed.

I finally finished that obstacle course of people being drunk, making out, and just sitting wherever. I found the kitchen filled with empty bowls and punch that smelled like it has been spiked.

I put the cake on top of the kitchen counter and sat on its red circular high chair. I sighed. I laid my elbows on the counter and covered my face. I can't enjoy this party. I can't enjoy it alone.

I got up and decided to go back in my room. I'd rather stay at home on a Friday night than enjoy this party without knowing anyone (okay, maybe I know a few of them but I don't want to be seen by them). 

I tried not to step in a pile of people and red plastic cups when they changed hips don't lie to something weird.

Then the people lying on the floor suddenly got up and started dancing. It was like a stampede only they're not running, they're just dancing!

I tried to ducked because their limbs where everywhere. I stood up just in time to see something block my vision and fell to the floor, losing consciousness.

I'd like to apologize for updating this three months later. I promise to give more attention to this and not bother school.  Enjoy and vote. You guys make me happy. I love you.