Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 31

A/N: Hey guys, sorry about not updating, but in case you didn't see the message I posted, I was away on a school trip. But I'm back now, so it's all back to normal!

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*Trinity's PoV*

Louis must have carried me up to bed when we reached his house, because that's exactly where I woke up. I worried about telling my mum where I was, but figured she'd either be too busy at work to care, or just wouldn't care at all. I turned over in the bed, bringing myself face to face with Louis, who, to my surprise, was not sleeping. His eyes were open, boring into mine so analytically that I had to break eye contact and gaze at the wall behind his head.

"Look who's awake," he commented, his voice groggy from sleep. He obviously hadn't been awake too long. I sat up, running my hand through my bedraggled hair.

"How come you're up?" I asked curiously. Considering Louis would sleep until 1pm each day if he had the choice, I was extremely taken aback to see him awake before me. I glanced at my phone, which Louis had obviously placed on the locker for me when he brought me to bed. 9:30am, it read. Yeah, there was absolutely no way in hell that Louis would be awake by choice at that time.

"Fleur text me a few minutes ago, asking if she could meet you for lunch or something," He shrugged, "But it's alright, I told her you didn't feel up to it. Let's face it, you had a lotto drink last night, you're probably dying of a hangover. In fact, you probably don't remember anything at all, let alone who the hell Fleur is, right?"

He chuckled as he spoke the last part, but I narrowed my eyes slightly. He hadn't even asked me if I would have liked to meet up with Fleur, and if I hadn't have asked why he was up, he probably would never have told me that she wanted to have lunch.

Surprisingly, I wasn't dying of a hangover. I had a slight headache, but nothing major. I hadn't exactly chosen to drink a lot the previous night, I had only drank what Louis had handed to me. I wasn't to blame for my drunken state; he was. As for not remembering the night, I did remember it and I knew exactly who Fleur was, thank you very much.

As I thought about it, a certain conversation crossed my mind. They had said some things abot Louis, but hadn't explained them at all. Maybe if I went out to lunch with Fleur, she would explain it all to me.

"No, I'd love to meet up with Fleur," I informed him, "Give me her number and I'll text her."

He hesitated slightly, but reached for his phone all the same, and read out Fleur's number as I punched it into my phone. I pushed the duvet back and shuddered slightly as the cool air made contact with my legs. I noticed I was wearing nothing but my underwear and one of Louis' t-shirts, which meant that Louis had dressed me, or undressed me, as it were. I blushed slightly in embarrassment as I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. I still wasn't completely used to the idea of Louis seeing me without clothing.

I grabbed my clothes off of the chair in the corner and padded towards the bathroom, pushing the door closed lightly. I turned around, only to turn back and open the door once again.

"Oh, and Louis?" I called, as he turned his head towards me, "Surprisingly, I do actually remember every detail of last night."

I could have sworn that I saw his face drop slightly as I turned around and shut the door once more.

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"How's the head?" Fleur half-smirked as I shrugged off my jacket and took a seat opposite her. We had agreed to meet in the little café down the road, the same place I had met my mother that time, a couple of weeks back.

"It's actually fine," I grinned, propping my head up on my hand as I leaned on the table.

She laughed and we gave our orders to the waiter, before thanking him and returning to conversation.

"So," I said, unsure of how to begin, "Last night, you guys said some stuff about Louis and some sort of game?"

I noticed Fleur shift uncomfortably in her seat and I turned my head slightly, cocking an eyebrow and waiting for an answer.

"Oh yeah," she laughed nervously, "They were all pretty wasted, don't mind that."

I raised my eyebrows at her and ran my tongue over my teeth.

"Fleur, we both know that's not the truth. Tell me, honestly. I want to know," I told her, with a straight face.

She looked down and fiddled with the cuff of her jumper. Just then, the waiter appeared with our drinks, giving Fleur a chance to plan out what she was going to say. As he walked away, she cleared her throat and began to speak.

"It's nothing really," she began cautiously, "Just that Louis hasn't really got the best track record when it comes to girls, that's all."

I took a sip of my drink, flinching as the hot liquid burned my tongue slightly.

"I know that," I replied plainly, "And you know that I know that. So tell me the truth."

She sighed and ran her fingers through her black hair that fell down her left shoulder.

"This is what he does," she began once again, "He makes girls think that he's had a bad past, but that he's ready for a relationship now. He makes them feel like he cares, makes them fall in love, and then cuts them off as soon as he's had enough fun. It's his game, and you're his chess piece."

My eyes widened slightly and my heartbeat quickened slightly. I took a deep breath and tried to remind myself that this was different. Louis had told me that he wasn't 'good at relationships' and I had promised to help him. This was different. Maybe if I kept repeating that, I'd start to believe it.

"I'm just saying," she continued, "Don't believe everything he says. We've seen a lot of girls get hurt, and you seem different than all of them. I like you; I don't wanna see you become broken. You're too nice, too innocent. You won't be able to deal with it like the others did. I can't tell you any more because it's not mine to say, but if you really want the truth, maybe you should ask Louis yourself."

Her words hit me like a tonne of bricks and I knew I had to leave. I excused myself and left money to pay for my drink, before leaving the café and calling my mum to pick me up. I couldn't face Louis right now.

Her words echoed through my mind. She had said that I seemed different that all of the girls that Louis had hurt. Perhaps that meant that he wouldn't hurt me, that he saw something different in me too.

I attemtped to keep the flicker of hope in my mind alight as I walked out of the café, after being warned about Louis, the exact way it had played out the last time that I had visited that café.

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