Louis’ POV
I chuckled at her exclamation. It’d been years since she’d spoken to me like that. Months since she spoke to me at all…
I checked the date and time on my phone before I’d walked through the door, as it automatically changes to whenever I am. 2nd September 2009. The year I fall in love with her.
Lexi’s POV
I just stood there, waiting for the douche to reply. “Well?” I finally asked, putting both hands on my hips. He seemed to double take, but grinned sheepishly and waved again. “Just thought I’d pop by and see you.” He said, his voice sounding different…
“What the hell have you done to yourself?” I asked. He was not like this earlier today. The conceited prick checked himself out in the mirror that hung on the wall right next to the kitchen door and shrugged.
“I suppose I do look a bit different… You however, don’t look a day over- ugh, never mind actually.” He stumbled over his last words, making me smirk. “Still a prick then.” I mutter, and stomp back upstairs.
“I’m sorry about your father.”
I stop dead in my tracks and slowly turn to face him. “What did you say.” I said in a hushed voice. Louis nervously licked his lips and moved forward to grab my hands. I didn’t move as he tried to tug me into a hug, so he just wrapped his arms around me. “I know it’s hard babe, but one day, it’ll all be ok. I promise.” He whispered, and before I knew it he’d kissed me on the cheek and shot out of the door. I was left standing there, my ribs starting to throb again, for about five minutes before mum came out of the kitchen and waved her hand at me.
“Lexi your dad is back early, your friend- oh, he’s gone.” She stopped short when she noticed it was only me. The back door slammed, and mum waved me off. “Go upstairs hun. I’ll tell him you’ve gone to bed.” She said the last bit in a whisper, and disappeared back into the kitchen. I shook myself out of my trance, and raced back up the stairs to my room, where I flopped down onto my bed. I pushed my face into my pillow and screamed.
What the flipping hell had just happened?
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Who Says |.l.t.|
Teen Fiction"He is me," I insisted, grabbing her hand as she looked away. "Really, and if he isn't me, he becomes me; but he can only do that if you go after him." I whispered urgently. She shook her head sadly, and pulled her hand back from mine. Lexi Freed. L...
