Erin [editing]

FORTY-SIX| the coopers

Everything is supposed to be okay. I'm supposed to wake up in the morning with my daddies. I'm supposed to argue with Harry about my clothes or if I should eat or not. I'm supposed to go to school, be a bitch for seven hours, and then come home. But that's an example of a perfect day, and my "perfect days" have been limited lately, and so has everyone else's. I've been given the option to finish this school year, or either go into homeschooling or online. If I go back, then I have to retake my second term classes, which is all of them. I'm going to miss women's soccer. I was actually looking forward to it. I wanted Louis to watch me play soccer and be the best goalie he's ever seen, but soccer isn't even something that interests me anymore. Nothing is interesting to me anymore. I don't even want any Adair's. I was no longer on Louis's lap. He had sat me in my room and tucked me in bed. I heard Harry coming upstairs.

"Hey," he said coming into my room.

He sat down on my bed beside me and moved my hair from my face. He smiled softly and looked into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I want to be," I muttered.

"Nicola is back," he said. "She's here and I think she's with Grayson."

"Why is she with Grayson?" I asked.

"She hasn't been here," said Harry. "We have a restraining order for Grayson. He's not allowed to come in anyways."

"Let him in," I said as I sat up.

"Really?" Harry asked. "You want me to let them in?"

"Let them in," I coughed.

Harry nodded and went back downstairs to let them in. I heard both of them walking up the stairs quickly to see me. As soon as Nicola walked in, she had tears in her eyes and they were rolling down her cheeks. She hugged me and I gently hugged her back. She looked refreshed and different. She wore a dark short sleeved shirt and black ripped jeans. I miss her long shirts and the leather jacket, but I'm glad she's getting better. I've missed her so much, more than I thought I would.

Slowly, Grayson walked in looked at the ground. He still looked the same only he haven't shaved his facial hair. It makes him look better if I still liked him, but I hate him more than I hate Aaron and Cole, so he's the ugliest thing I've ever seen. His hair was still neatly styled above his forehead, and I could tell from the dark circles under his eyes that he hasn't had much sleep whatsoever. He wore his casual khaki's and a button up shirt along with his dress shoes. He still hasn't enough of his fucking ego to dress good, so he's not nearly as effected by this as he should be.

"I'm so sorry," Nicola started. "I wish I could've came earlier, but they wouldn't let me leave."

"Why're you sorry?" I asked while glancing at Grayson with a scowl. "You're not the one who got him killed."

His head went down and Nicola noticed the tension. She continued anyways.

"I know how much you liked him," Nicola frowned.

"I loved him," I said glancing at Grayson again who sulked in a deep breath.

"Are you going to come back to school? I'm coming back next Monday," said Nicola. "Only for a couple days a week, though."

"No," I simply said.

"Have you smoked lately? Blair tells me no," Nicola asked.

"He was going to give me cheaper shit. I can't seem to even look at one now without thinking of him, let alone smoke one," I huffed.