Promise//l.t

Three Years

Three Years Later

It's the anniversary of the last time Louis and I saw each other. And I feel sick. Like, I literally feels sick. My throat is sore, my head is aching, and I have a severe case of the sniffles. What a great way to celebrate this glorious day. Note sarcasm. 

After a week of moping around feeling sorry for myself after Louis left, I decided to get my life back on track. I worked three more months. I worked as much as I could until I finally could afford to go to Oxford. I packed up my bags and left straight away. I started a new life. A new life focused only on my future. Maybe a future with someone I care about? Louis maybe? No? Ok. Anyways, nobody but my mom, and my dad know I left Doncaster. I know Louis visits there frequently since his family is from there, and I can't risk seeing him again. I've been studying psychology here for two years and I can't wait to get my masters degree. 

Ever since Louis and I split up, I haven't dated anyone. I'm focused on me and me only. And Louis. Sometimes. Always. Ok you got me. I can't stop thinking about him. I keep on secretly hoping I'll run into him but....I'm a bit unsure about this.

"ACHOOOO!" I sneezed loudly. Ok, I decided, I need medicine. ASAP. As I slipped my winter boots on I fecided I'd just walk to the pharmacy.

NyQuil? GROSS. DayQuil? EW. Tylenol? Eh. I guess it's ok. I thought as I mulled over what medicine I should get.

Once I was in the checkout line, I spotted a familiar pair of crystal blue eyes and tousled brown hair. Louis? No. What would he be doing here? Once I deemed the thought simply a hallucination, I spotted a nearby gossip magazine.

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I must have looked like an idiot with my jaw probably hitting the floor. So much for trying to avoid him. I was overjoyed nonetheless. Tears of happiness threatening to spill from my eyes. That is, until I realized what Louis was buying. Why would he need make-up remover? The answer soon came to me as I saw a beautiful brunette run up to him and kiss him full on the lips. I suddenly felt very insecure. She was wearing Prada heels and a Coach bag and I was wearing sweatpants and a tank top with a huge ketchup stain on it. I soon realized Louis was about to leave and I dropped the medicine and ran after him. As I was nearing him I thought about what I was going to say. It was very convincing to run up to him and give him a huge hug, but I decided against it. I slowed down my pace and tapped him nervously on the shoulders. 

"Hi." I said timidly. I was not expecting what came next.

"Uhhhh...hi?" He said before letting out a low chuckle.

"How you've been?" I asked smiling widely.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" My heart. Literally. Just. Broke. He doesn't remember me? Great now I look like an idiot in front of his perfect girlfriend.

"Uh you know what um never mind you just..you look like someone...that I used to know." That's not a lie. He looks like somebody that I used to know. Because my Louis would know who I am. I ran out of the pharmacy quickly, with tears threatening to spill down my face. It started pouring and I realized I had made a wrong turn and I was absolutely and completely lost. I heard a car honk to my right and I saw Louis' car driving slowly to keep in pace with me. The window rolled down and his girlfriend sweetly asked if I needed a ride. I suddenly felt guilty for hating her, but I simply shook my head and continued walking quietly. Then it struck me: he promised. He promised. He promised that he wouldn't forget me. But he did forget me. And I completely underestimated how much it hurt.

I eventually found my university and I realized I really did need that medicine. Because, apparently, standing in the pouring rain and having a case of heartbreak doesn't make your cold better. I just stayed in bed watching sappy Nicholas Sparks movies for the rest of the night, the happiness of the on-screen couples drowsing me into dream-filled sleeps of Louis and I.