Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 19

A/N: Updates will probably be every second day now, because of school! Sorry!

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*Trinity's PoV*

As I got up, I noticed the blood on the sheets. My mouth dropped open and Louis encouraged me off of the bed gently, now wearing boxers. He placed his hand on the small of my back and guided towards the bathroom.

"Dont worry, it's normal," he comforted as he turned the shower on. He pecked me on the lips and smiled, before leaving me to wash myself off. My body felt slightly stiff as I climbed under the steaming water, but I was expecting that.

I tried to ignore the blood that was washing down the drain rapidly as I cleaned myself off. When I was finished, I turned off the water and stepped out slowly, making sure not to cause myself any pain from moving too quickly.

I heard the door open and struggled to cover myself up, but to my relief Louis just threw in some clothes before closing the door again, without even looking in. I wandered over and bent down to pick the clothes up off of the floor, grimacing as a shot of pain seared through my lower body.

When I picked them up, I thought Louis had made a mistake for a second. In my hands were a pair of grey boxers and a white t-shirt. It took me a minute to realise that they were Louis'. I debated whether to put them on or whether to swap them for my own clothes, but I figured I was too tired to do anything more than was necessary, so I threw them on lightly, before brushing my teeth and tieing up my hair.

I opened the bathroom door quietly and saw Louis pulling a new sheet over the bed. He had obviously changed it, and he gave me a reassuring smile as he finished making the bed. He ambled over, taking my hand and leading me to the bed, before lying down beside me and pulling the covers up over our shoulders.

His arm draped around my waist and hair tickling my neck, I nuzzled in closer to him.  Soon, soft snores were escaping from his lips, and sleep came to me soon after, content and secure.

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I pulled my coat closer around me as the crisp air bellowed around me, causing my brown curls to splay out in all directions as I attempted to surge forward towards my school building. Today was the day I would get my results. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. These results would determine what I would be able to do in later life. 

The wooden door creaked on its rusty hinges as I pushed it inwards. I walked down the long corridors, past classrooms that were filled with my past fellow students. I came to an abrupt halt when I realised that I had reached the principal's office.

I knocked shortly, waiting for an invitation to enter. I heard his voice call and I stepped inside, closing the door quietly before wandering over to one of the plush navy chairs that were sitting opposite his mahogany desk and taking a seat. 

"Hello, Trinity," he greeted me, with a small and almost nervous smile, fiddling with his hands. I narrowed my eyes only a fraction, wondering what he was nervous about. 

'Shouldn't I be the nervous one in this situation?' I thought to myself as I looked at him. He gathered some papers together before placing them in an envelope and handing it to me.

"Very well done, Trinity," he praised, crossing his arms after I had taken the envelope from him. I opened it slowly, half of me wanting to hurry and see my results and the other wishing that I would never have to open it.

My eyebrows shot up as I looked at my results. To say I had done well was an understatement. I had done about as well as was possible. I couldn't contain the squeal that I emitted as I jumped up and down with happiness. 

"Do you have any idea what you want to do in university?" Mr. Murray inquired, now resting his arms on the desk. I shook my head in response.

"I think I'll take a break for a while now, maybe try to figure out what I really want to do for the rest of my life," I explained. He nodded in understanding, before speaking again.

"I think that's a sensible idea," he agreed, "But I wouldn't get too wrapped up in Mr.Tomlinson, if I were you."

I shot him a look of confusion. Why was he bringing Louis into this?

"I've known him for a long time," he elaborated, "I know that he can be quite the influence and not in the best way."

I rolled my tongue against my teeth in anger. If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was when people judged Louis on his appearance.

"Okay, with all due respect, Mr.Murray," I countered, my voice strong, "I think Louis is quite the caring person when you take the time to know him. I think he cares a lot about me."

Mr.Murray laughed dryly, shaking his head.

"Oh, I know he cares about you," he agreed, "Why else would he use his parents' position to blackmail me into letting you leave school early?"

Excuse me?

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