Snapshot » l.t.

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Renee's POV

I was sobbing hysterically as I burst into the lobby. I ignored everything. My one goal was to get to my flat and destroy everything Louis touched. That jerk!

I bounded up the stairs and locked myself in my flat. I threw down my duffel bag. I clawed at my face, spreading my makeup all over.

I tried to rip my dress, but the material was stronger than I realized. I ended up taking it off and standing in the middle of the flat in my undergarments. Don't judge.

I knew I wasn't strong enough to maul a teddy bear, even it was from an amusement park, so I just threw it out of my sight.

I picked up the dress and tugged, tugged, tugged. It finally ripped, and I tossed it aside in satisfaction.

I ran to my room and flung myself onto my bed. I cried into my pillow.

My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of my chest. Why did I feel this way? We were just friends!

No.

Yes, I argued. We were just friends. I never wanted to become anything more.

That's a lie.

"Shut up!" I shrilled at myself.

Oh gosh, I sounded insane.

But two things inside of me were battling: my heart and my mind. My brain was telling me that Louis and I weren't meant to be, that I hated him too much for that, while my heart was telling me that I wanted more.

I believed both.

I loved being Louis' friend. I felt special. That was meant to be.

But us together as a couple? That could never happen.

But I wanted it. I wanted it so, so bad. I found that out when Louis kissed me, and I had to kiss him back. My body responded to his touch.

I cried harder.

Why couldn't everything be set straight? Why couldn't I hate him properly? Why couldn't we just be friends? Why did he fall for me? Why did I fall for him?

I sniffed and wiped my sticky face. My head was spinning from thinking so much, and my eyes were tired from crying so much.

I rested my head on a pillow. I closed my eyes. But no matter how much I willed for it to happen, sleep wouldn't come.

*~*~*~*

I woke up with my hair stuck to my face. I peeled it off.

I sat up, stretched, stood up, and stretched some more.

I went to the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I nearly had a heart attack.

My hair was everywhere, and it was all frizzy and curly. My eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles under my eyes.

The events of what happened last night hit me so hard, I nearly sat down from the force.

Tears leaked out of my eyes, but I brushed them away.

I thought our friendship could last longer than that. I had foolishly believed that we could be friends forever.

But Louis was famous. He would forget me eventually, like Justin Bieber had. He would leave me in tears, like now.

I felt stretched thin. Louis and I would never work out. We fought too often. But that wasn't the real reason. He would leave. He would find someone better. Some supermodel much prettier, smarter, or just plain better than me.