Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 34

A/N: Had some spare time before I went to bed, so thought I'd give you guys an extra update:)

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~L.

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*Trinity's PoV*

"No..." he breathed in disbelief.

"Yes..." I whispered in reply, looking down in shame at the bag that lay in a heap beside me. 

Louis moved from the spot he had been rooted to and walked over to me, pulling me to my feet, sweeping my hair over one shoulder and pulling me into his chest, murmuring words of comfort into my hair, every now and again planting a light kiss on my forehead. I wouldn't allow myself to cry, instead I stood in his arms, numb and still. I knew that if I moved, or attempted to say anything, the brick wall that blocked my emotions would shatter and I would start to sob. He pulled away from me, a mixture of pity and concern clear on his face. 

"Come on," he urged gently, "Let's go home."

The way he referred to his house as my 'home' made the realisation that I could no longer refer to the house that I had just came from as home even clearer. The door was held open for me and I clambered in slowly, my concentration mostly being used up on keeping tears from returning. I knew I had a right to cry, seeing as it was a pretty big deal, but I didn't want to break down in front of Louis, for some reason. I knew that he wouldn't mind, I just didn't want to seem needy. 

I rested my head against the glass for the entire of the fifteen minute journey, every now and again catching Louis stealing worried glances that he thought went unnoticed. A slight wrinkle had creased between his eyebrows with the countless anxious expressions that he had worn during the short period that I had known him, and I hated to think that I was the reason for such an imperfection that I was almost certain hadn't been on his face before he had met me.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be okay," He tried to reassure me soothingly, reaching for my hand. However, my hand remained on the far side of my lap, making no attempt to reach for his, and he pulled his back.

"Okay, you don't wanna talk about it right now," he said, almost to himself, "That's alright, I understand."

He returned his attention to the road, both hands on the wheel, and I felt a pang of guilt for ignoring him. I hadn't done it to be mean, I had just wanted to keep my emotions under lock and key for the minute. 

The rest of the journey seemed to pass fleetingly, and soon I could feel the gravel of Louis' driveway crunching underneath the tires as we pulled up to the house, the large gates opening as Louis pressed the button on a fob that he had handily attached to his car keys. Louis exited the car before I did, and he began walking towards the house, without waiting for me or opening the door for me, like normal. I couldn't exactly blame him though because he had thought I wanted some space. 

Slinging my bag roughly over my shoulder, I climbed out, making sure not to slam the door of the car. It was too nice of a car to mess around with, no matter how much I need something to take my anger out on. 

Louis had left the door open for me, which I closed once I had entered into the large hallway. I could hear the T.V. sounding from the sitting room and decided to join Louis in there. I dragged my feet into the room, climbing gingerly onto the couch and cuddling into Louis' side wordlessly. He looked at me and gave a smile, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips, the butterflies that permanently resided in my stomach creating a storm. His lips were like an antidote to my bad mood, and when he took them away, I felt ten times better than I had when I entered the room. I still didn't feel like talking about it, but I certainly felt better.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, scooting me closer to him. I shrugged in response.

"Let me guess," he replied, "You're not just sad, but mostly angry?"

I nodded and he smiled knowingly. Before I knew what was happening, he had risen from beside me, leaving me to flop onto my side on the couch with a small groan. He chuckled before continuing.

"Take it out on me," he ordered.

I raised my eyebrow. Excuse me?

"You heard me," he smiled, "Take it out on me. I'm strong enough, your little girly hits won't even phase me. Come on, give it a go."

For some reason, I felt the need to prove him wrong; to show him that my 'little girly hits' would actually hurt after all. I stood up, ambling towards him. Tentatively, I brought one fist up to his arm and punched lightly. All I received was a chuckle in response.

"Come on," he laughed, "Is that all you've got?"

I glared playfully and my fist connected with his upper arm yet again, harder this time.

"Come on, throw a proper hit for once, Daisy," Louis mocked me.

His words got under my skin and made me want to hit harder, and he knew it. It was exactly what he was aiming for.

Exhaling deeply, I swiped my arm out, this time my hit causing Louis to stumble back a few centimetres.

"That's more like it," he encouraged, "Now think of all the anger that's stored inside of you right now, and keep throwing hits like that until it's all gone."

I shook my head, not believing that it would help at all, but swung another punch anyway. Surprisingly, I found my hits gradually picking up in pace and soon enough, hit after hit was raining down on Louis; his chest and arms taking the brunt of the beating. He didn't seem at all phased, however.

My mother's image flashed in my mind and I scowled, throwing two particularly hard punches, causing Louis to stumble. He tumbled backwards, taking me with him. I landed on his chest with a 'thud' and looked down in shock, expecting to find Louis unconscious or something, but instead I was met with a large grin.

"That's my girl," he grinned, kissing me on the lips lightly. I couldn't help but laugh, and, all of a sudden, realised that I no longer felt as angry about the whole situation.

"Feel better?" he inquired, his hands coming to rest on the small of my back, just above my bum.

I nodded, shortly followed by a surprised squeak as Louis squeezed my bum cheekily. He smirked at my reaction and craned his neck up so that our lips met. His lips moved expertly, parting mine in the process. He squeezed my bum once again, evoking the same reaction as the last time. I broke the kiss in embarrassment after I had released the sound into his mouth, but Louis just laughed. He looked into my eyes and his gaze went from playful to contentment in a split second. 

"You know you can talk to me about anything you ever need to," he told me and I nodded. I did know that, and I knew I was lucky to have someone like that in my life. He was the one constant in my life, and I didn't know what sort of situation I would have been in right at that minute if he hadn't come to aid me.

"I know," I replied, "And I'm so grateful that I can. I don't deserve you."

He gave me a warm smile and pecked me on the nose.

"I think you'll find it's the other way around," he smiled, causing my cheeks to flush red.

To hide my pink-tinged cheeks, I rested my head on his chest once again, and we remained in that position, on the floor, for a number of minutes before Louis spoke up again.

"Trinity?" he asked cautiously, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" I replied curiously.

"I love you."

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A/N: Awwwwww, Trouis fluff!:) 

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~L.