Who Says |.l.t.|

~Chapter 4~

Louis’ POV.

Well, I had managed to avoid Lexi for the whole first day. Thank the bloody LORD for that. But the second day, the very first person I saw in the morning was-

“Lexi?” I said groggily, not being able to comprehend the girl standing over me. I pushed myself up onto the pillows, and immediately pulled up the duvet when I realised I was in my boxers. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Was it wash out?” She asked, grabbing my hair in her hands and tugging at it. “Ow! Hey, not cool!” I cried, shielding myself with my arms. 

“Seriously Tommo.” She said, crossing her arms and looking at me with stern eyes. “Would it end badly for me if I said I have no idea what you are on about?” I asked tentatively. She narrowed her eyes, and I backed into the wall. She was a real bully, and honestly, I was scared of her. “And how the hell did you get in my room?” I asked, realising what was going on.

“Your mum let me in.” She waved off the question. “And don’t play dumb. I saw you yesterday.” She said. I frowned. “Yes… Yes you did…” I waited for her to continue. “And your hair was red then... It has to be wash out.” She concluded. I sat straight up and looked at her. “Red hair? Why on earth would I have red hair?” I asked incredulously. She stopped where she was making her way to the door, and turned to me. “You calling me a liar?” She snarled, and I subconsciously shook my head. She smirked, and walked out. I shook my head again, and lay back down, only to be jumped on minutes later by one of my younger sisters. Maybe it was time to get up for school…

 Lexi’s POV.

I was not going mad. Louis was lying. My mum had seen him, I’d seen him, the neighbours probably saw him- but he denied it. And I think he was telling the tru- no, he was lying. He had to be. Otherwise I was going mad… WHICH I WAS NOT. Satisfied, I made my way down the road and away from the conceited prick’s house to school. Just in time to get soaked by the rain.

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“And so, to celebrate the season of the harvest festival we will all be writing a poem script or short narrative which will be due next week Thursday.”

Mr Drina droned on about the dumb ass harvest festival Hall Cross was celebrating with an assembly.  I wasn’t exactly listening, just burning holes in the back of Louis’ head. Ha. I wish. Nah, I was just staring angrily at the back of his head. I’d cornered him again at school, and he just kept insisting he wasn’t at my house with RED HAIR yesterday. Cough cough, BULLSH*T, cough cough.

Suddenly, a paper airplane hit me in the back of my head. I turned and glared at the row behind me, who all shrank back in their seat. That’s what I thought. I smirked as I bent down to pick up the paper plane, only to see it had writing on it. Frowning now, I opened it.

“Lexi

            Got the nerds in yo class to give yo this. Thort yo be up yo alley.”

Brows furrowed, I picked out the flyer, to have my jaw drop. It was a Hall’s Cross X Factor advertisement. Pssh, like that’s gonna happen.

You see, I can sing. Don’t get me wrong. But I aim higher than some dopey talent quest. Next year, 2010, I am so going in for X Factor UK. And I know I’m gonna win. You wait. You see.

Louis’ POV.

I picked out the flowers from the selection in front of me. Daisies, Roses and- oh god, her favourite. Orchids. As the lady wrapped them up in paper, I hastily wiped the stray tears away. I thanked her, and handed over the money, before hurrying out of the shop. I made my way over to the field, where she was waiting. Her and our baby boy. Eddie, or Edward. Whichever you prefer. They were together, celebrating our anniversary while I was supposed to be away. I open the gate and make my way over to them. It’s almost as if they knew I was coming; I actually took time off touring to go and see her. Her face, smiling her pearly white smile and looking as if she had not aged a day since we fell in love. Since before that audition. That one audition…