Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 7

**Majorly edited 23/07/14 - total change of scene**

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 *Trinity's PoV*

To my suprise, I heard footsteps following me into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Louis standing behind me, looking around the room.

"You haven't left yet?" I asked, half-joking.

"Nah," Louis replied, shaking his head, "Would you like me to?"

I paused, cocking my head at him.

"I thought we weren't even friends yet," I smiled smugly, quoting what he had said a few minutes earlier.

"Yet," he said, lenaing up against the counter, "That was the key word. We're not friends yet."

I raised my eyebrows.

"So, you're saying you want to become friends?" I questioned, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

Louis held out his hand, motioning to the bottle and it took me a minute to realise that he wanted the water I had just taken out. I sighed, throwing it to him and reaching back into the fridge for another one.

"I'm not saying anything of the sort," he replied, "I'm just saying that it's bound to happen. I mean, I can't say I'm too fond of you, but you're pretty insistent on us running into each other more, so I figure I'll have no choice but to put up with your crap."

If it weren't for the slight smile at the end of the sentence, I wouldn't have known he was joking. 

"Well, how do we go about becoming friends, then?" I inquired, taking a sip of my drink and leaning against the counter too, so I was little more than two feet away from him. 

"Well, what do friends normally do?" he asked.

I leaned back, staying silent for a minute.

"They watch movies and eat lots of food together," I suggested, looking at Louis.

He turned his head to look at me and stayed still for a minute before nodding.

"Sounds good," he complied, smiling.

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"Ugh, what kind of movie is this, they haven't moved from the one place in a half hour," Louis complained, throwing his head back so he could rest it on the couch.

"Yeah, and they don't leave it for the rest of the movie, so get used to it," I told him, "That's the whole genius behind the movie. They only have one set and seven actors in the whole movie, and that's all it needs."

Louis rolled his head to look at me skeptically, before leaning forward and picking the DVD case off the coffee table.

"What kind of a name for a movie is 'The Breakfast Club', anyway?" he scoffed.

I huffed out a breath as I prepared to explain it to him.

"It's called 'The Breakfast Club' because they're in detention from seven in the morning on a Saturday," I muttered, "Maybe watching a movie wasn't the best idea, after all."

"Hey, watching a movie with me is fine," he defended, "At least, it would be, if you had let me pick the movie. None of this eighties shit."

I reached up to my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes, and smirked to myself as Louis threw himself back onto the couch, looking defeated and utterly bored.

The rest of the movie passed much the same way, with Louis making snide remarks whenever possible. I couldn't care less, it was still one of my favourite movies. When it was over, I grabbed the bowl of popcorn we had been sharing and brought it back out to the kitchen.

I opened the dishwasher to put the bowl in, and when I bent back up, I turned around to see Louis with my phone in his hand. 

"Excuse me," I said, walking over to him, "What do you think you're doing with my phone?"

"Putting my number in," he replied simply, "It's what friends do."

I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Well," I stated, "Friends do not take the phones of other friends without asking."

He put the phone back on the counter and smiled.

"If you don't want people taking your phone, you should probably put a passcode on it."

I glared at him and took the phone off the counter, placing it in my pocket.

"I don't think you'd take too kindly to me asking for your number," he smirked, "So can I trust that you'll text me later, so I have it?"

I looked at him.

"Tomorrow," I bargained.

He shook his head.

"Nah. Tomorrow's no good. Later."

"Tomorrow, or not at all," I said firmly.

He bit his lip, before holding his hands up in defeat.

"Fine. Tomorrow," he agreed.

This time, it was my turn to smirk smugly.

He turned around, walking towards the front door, before giving me a small wave. I returned it, and he was gone.

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