Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 22

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*Louis' PoV*

A week. It had been one week, and not once had I contacted her. I thought that she would come looking for me once she had calmed down, but apparently she either hadn't calmed down and never wanted to see me again, or she wanted me to come looking for her. I really hoped it was the second one, for my sake.

I hadn't done much during the week. And by saying I didn'r do much, I mean I did nothing. The farthest I walked was from my bed or the couch to the kitchen, and then back again. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from her as each day passed. 

More than once had I reached out in desperation to grasp my phone, only to have the better half of me stop myself and put it back down again. If she wanted space, I would give her space.

I didn't want her to leave, I swear, I didn't. It was just a touchy subject and she had caught me off guard. The onslaught of questions was so sudden, my brain shut all rationality off and put the defensive part on overdrive. I snapped, and I know I shouldn't have.

But my feelings were conflicted. As much as I didn't want to lose Trinity, I wasn't sure if I'd be comfortable enough around her to tell her. My parents weren't something I liked to talk about. With anyone. I had always avoided the questions about them when they were asked, somehow. There was no way to avoid Trinity's question, though.

And so the battle with my inner self began. The defensive, worried half of me was telling me that she didn't have the right to demand my past from me when I had only known her a few weeks, especially after I had gotten her out of school, but the better half argued that I had used the information in something that had majorly involved her, while acting as if nothing was going on, so she really did have a right to know. 

A war waged within myself, until one side had eventually won. Thankfully, the side that had won was the better side.

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*Trinity's PoV*

A week. It had been one week, and not once had he contacted me. I thought that he would come looking for me once he had calmed down, but apparently he either hadn't calmed down and never wanted to see me again, or he wanted me to come looking for him. I really hoped it was the second one, for my sake.

I was lonely. The only company I had had during that week was from Sinéad and Eva, as we watched Rom-Coms. Well, I watched Rom-Coms. They watched me attempt to eat my sorrows away and sulk miserably.  I wanted him there, I wanted his long, ink-covered arms to lock around me and make me feel warm and secure when I was cold. I wanted to feel his light, warm breath on the back of my neck as we cuddled. I wanted to see that sparkling glint in his eye when he made a joke. I wanted him.

I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to call him, but I was afraid of the result. He would either agree to talk about it or tell me that he wanted nothing to do with me, and I wasn't prepared to hear the second one. Until I was, I wouldn't risk calling him.

My appetite had depleted due to over-thinking and worrying, and I had definitely lost weight. I wasn't extremely skinny, but it was noticeable all the same. I knew I needed to eat, but I couldn't bring myself to, it just never felt like it was the right time for food. 

What was happening to me wasn't healthy. I wasn't myself. I was a ghost, trapped in my body and forced to wander aimlessly around the house, staring at the same blank walls everyday, listening to my mother spew out yet countless monotonous lectures about how I wasn't living up to her expectations.

I needed to do something. I needed to take my mind off Louis and the whole situation that had arisen. I snatched my phone off the counter, the most decisive I had been in the last week, and dialed Eva and Sinéad's numbers. We were going out. I was eighteen and legal, I could drink without any problems now. And if I could drink without problems, it meant I could forget all of mine.

Just as I was about to jog upstairs to get ready, a new spring in my step, I heard a knock at the door. I assumed that Eva and Sinéad had gotten here early to make sure that I looked presentable after my week of being a slob. 

I swung open the door and, wow, was I surprised. Either Eva or Sinéad had undergone a major make-over, or Louis was standing outside my door. Again, I hoped it was the second one, for my sake.

"I'll talk," he said.

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