Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 11

 

*Trinity's PoV*

I couldn't stay and face him. I know I should have had more patience and kept going, but I couldn't. With tears streaming down my face, I stormed upstairs. When in the safety of the bedroom, I stood still and waited to hear if Louis had followed me upsatirs. I knew he wouldn't, but I still found myself disappointed when he didn't.

I stumbled around the room, blind with rage, filling the bag once more with my clothes. I didn't even bother folding my clothes, like I normally would have. Given the circumstances, I think it was perfectly acceptable to stuff the clothes back in the bag in any way I felt appropriate.

Clothes all packed, I ran down the stairs and straight towards the front door. I didn't want to face him. Involved in my own thoughts, I didn't take notice of my surroundings until I felt myself bump into something; or rather, someone. 

I scowled up at Louis, attempting to push him out of the way. My efforts were futile. He simply looked down at me, a mixture of amusement and annoyance written across his face.

"In the wise words of Carly Rae Jepsen; Where'd' you think you're going, baby?"

Usually, I would have laughed at the context of the quote he had just given, but this time my anger didn't lessen.

"I'm leaving," I replied strongly, "Going to a hotel or something, since you clearly don't want my 'sorry ass' here, with you."

His tongue pressed into his cheek, obviously trying to contain the rude comment that threatened to spill out of his mouth.

"Incase you forgot," he smirked, "You have no car. You literally have no option but to stay here."

My body shook with rage.

"You have absolutely no say in what I do or do not get to do," I retorted, "You do not own me. Now take me to the hotel. Now."

To my surprise, he didn't make a snide comment, or attempt to continue the argument. He simply nodded his head curtly and began to make his way to his car. I followed him hestitantly, bag slung loosely over my shoulder. 

My surprise turned to shock when he ambled over to my side of the car and opened the passenger door for me, holding it open for me to slip into passenger seat. I narrowed my eyes at his sudden change of heart, but didn't say anything.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm just being polite," he muttered as he slammed the door closed not-so-gently and made his way over to the driver's seat.

I ordered that he take me to the nearest hotel, but my eyes flitted back and forth between the sign-posts and Louis' unreadable face as we passed about five hotels. Clearly noticing my confusion, he decided to enlighten me on his plans.

"I've done my part of this deal, you can stay in the hotel for the night, but I'll be damned if I'm letting you stay in a shitty, cheap-ass one," he informed me.

I opened my mouth to complain about how I hadn't got the money that he had; therefore I couldn't afford to stay in these fancy-ass hotels that he approved of, but I was cut-off before I began.

"I'm paying, and no, you don't have any say in this," Louis mumbled, keeping his gaze focused on the road. I simply sighed in defeat, shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head. 'Oh, if my mum could see me now,' I thought, sarcastically.

About five minutes later, we pulled up outside a nice looking hotel. Louis handed me his credit card and I took it without hesitation. Might as well enjoy myself, right?

"The pin is 7896," he told me, "Go nuts."

With that, I took my bag and entered the hotel, which, for the record, looked as fancy on the inside as it did on the outside, and booked a room.

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About two hours later, while I was flaked out on my bed after laying out my stuff for school in the morning, I heard a pounding on my door. I sat bolt upright, praying to God that it was room service or cleaning staff, or something.

"Trinity!" a familiar voice called from behind the door. 

Nope, definitely not room service or cleaning staff.

I groaned in response, grabbing the nearest cushion from beside me and screaming into it out of frustration. All I waned was a few hours to myself to think, couldn't he give it to me? He said he'd leave me be for the night, and right now he was breaking his promise.

"Trinity! Open the bloody door, we need to talk!" Louis called once again. 

"You said you'd leave me be for the night, now go! It's not like I'm running away, you know exactly where I am. If you shut up now, we can talk tomorrow. Not now," I answered.

The knocking continued, but I managed to ignore it. To be honest, considering this was quite an upper-class hotel, I was surprised he hadn't been kicked out already for causing disruption to guests.

Fifteen minutes later, the knocking and shouting was driving me nuts. I couldn't stand it anymore, I just wanted to relax.

"I'm going for a bath now. I've already told you, I'm not talking tonight. If you're still here when I get back from my bath, we won't talk at all," I shouted bravely, hoping I hadn't gone too far; hoping that I had won and not angered Louis.

According to the sigh of frustration and the one, loud bang on the door, I had done both. Oh well, angering him was a smile price to pay for winning. Well, I thought I had won. I hoped that I had won.

Thankfully, when I returned from my bath, he had left and I could finally relax for the night and figure out where the hell I was going with this situation of mine.

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A/N: There you go! Ths took me ages! It's 2am here now; I stayed up to write this for you guys! 
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