Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

5. Breaking

Cami's P.O.V.

I eat the last bits of my pancake and practically run upstairs, making sure I won't be late. I quickly slide into a baby blue flowy tank, that had no sleeves and a white collar around the neckline. It was supposed to be rather warm out today, which was suprising. Usually in the UK it would be freezing at this time of year. Although, its always freezing in the morning. I put on a pair of of white preripped skinny jeans, and clip all my hair on one side quickly.I apply a small ammount of concealer and some mascara to my long lashes. I slide my feet into my baby blue toms and grab my phone, checking the time.

7:48. Classes start at 8:15.

Shit. I'm gonna be late if I don't run to school. I never had a need for a car, and the only one we have is my mum's which she uses for work in the morning. I'm fucked. So fucked.

I shrug on my leather jacket and I grab my bookbag and sling it over my shoulder. I grab my iPhone off the charger and shove it in my pocket. I yell a quick goodbye to my mum and run down the stairs, slamming the door behind me. I rub my head in frustration and realize I'm just going to have to fast walk. I can't be late 2 days in a row.

I start walking quickly , my pace faster then usual , gripping my backpack. I hear a car behind me and I turn around, seeing the car roll up next to me. The window slides down and I see Louis. He smiles at me and turns down the radio in his car.

"Need a ride?" He asked cheekily. I really didn't want to ride with Louis with what happened last night, and I'm still pissed at him , but I can't be late again. I just can't.

"Yes." I sigh. He motions for me to get it in and hop off the sidewalk, opening the car door. I slide in and shut the door, and he locks it. It doesn't make me feel any safer.

I buckle my seat belt , and place my backpack on the car floor. He starts driving again, and my mind wanders mindlessly over the yellow lines... they pass by so quickly in the blink of an eye. I start to get lost in them, but Louis's voice breaks me from them.

"Do you hate me?" He asks me, plainly. His voice sounds almost broken, kind of like the way he made me feel these past years. I don't necessarily hate him, or I wouldn't of kissed him back like that last night.

"No." I simply answer. He looks at me annoyed that I dont make conversation. "But I don't love you either."

His face saddens a bit and he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, and rubs the other one across his face.

"You know, I'm trying, okay?" Louis told me, glancing at me and looking back at the road.

"Yeah well this isn't going to make up for anything." I snapped, crossing my arms.

"I know." He sighed.

"You don't know! How could you possibly know how I've felt these last few years!?! What happened to you that was so bad Louis that you beat and bullied your best friend so badly? What could of made you do that?" I asked him, now facing him. We would be at school in at least two minutes and I was angry again.

"You just don't fucking understand." He muttered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"I dont? Really? Why did you kiss me if I dont? " I asked him, raising my voice even more.

"Because I love you and I'd be glad to do it again." He said bluntly, not looking at me.

"So you're still sticking to the love lie huh? Well like they say, I love the way you lie." I chuckled, leaning back in my seat.

"I'm sorry okay? Why can't you believe that I love you? That I'm in love with you?!?" He asked, raising his voice slightly. I saw the school come into view around the corner and I still continued the arguing.