Who Says |.l.t.|

~Chapter 7~

Lexi’s POV.

It wasn’t until Louis stopped and sat me down on a bench that I realised we were at the park. The sky was slowly growing darker, and the nearest street lamp was flickering feebly. Before I knew what was going on, Louis was knelt in front of me, with his hand enveloping my shaking ones. “Are you ok Lexi?” He asked earnestly. I nodded, before swallowing thickly.

“Hey,” I suddenly said, a certain thought making it’s way to the surface. “You haven’t once called me Set-Me-Free.” I stated, pulling my hands from his. His eyes twinkled slightly, as the corners of his lips tugged up in a small smirk, kind of like the one he’d given me before when he’d only half answered my question. Which reminded me; I still needed to get some information from him.

“Well, I just figured I should cut you some slack, given what your dad’s gonna-” He stopped very suddenly, his cheeks tinting pink as he guiltily looked anywhere but me, sitting down on the bench next to me. “I mean, your dad seemed pretty angry.” He finished, and quietly as he could, let out a small sigh of relief. I frowned, and turned my head to face him, but was sidetracked by a voice calling my name. A very familiar voice at that.

“Lexi! Hey, Lexi!”

It was Gemma. I turned away from Louis, to spot a figure in the distance, just standing alone on the corner of the road. She waved excitedly, and grabbed someone’s hand and ran towards me. I squinted at them in the dark, and my jaw dropped when I saw who she was with.

“Louis?” I questioned, turning to where he’d just been sitting. But he wasn’t there. Creepy…

“You called?” A cheeky, ignorant voice answered me. I turned and scowled at him. “Not you, the- never mind.” I muttered, and moved to stand up, only to trip on a pair of Toms. “Hey, what the hell?” I asked, bending down to pick them up. They were still warm, as if they had only recently been worn. As I moved them closer to my face to examine them, Louis (being Louis) snatched them out of my hands. “Hey! Give that back, you twat!” I cried, hitting him with the other one I still held, but he only back behind Gemma for safety. “Whoa Lexi. Where did you get these?” He asked in awe, still turning them around in his hand. I started to open my mouth to tell him exactly what happened, but then remembered a- that Gemma was here and b- last time I tried to get an explanation out of this Louis Tomlinson, I’d sounded like a mental patient. So I shrugged and said “Mum got them for me today.” As nonchalant as I could be.

Louis’ gaze moved from the shoe to meet my eye, and his expression made me raise one eyebrow. “What?” Gemma asked, as if she’d read my mind, looking from Louis to the shoes we both held. “These are the new seasons- they haven’t even come out on lay by yet!” He said in awe, carefully handing me the shoe back. I nodded slowly, and pushed them into Gemma’s hands.

“Why do I want these?” She asked, with raised eyebrows. I pulled the ‘duh’ face at her, before replying. “Because Louis clearly wants them more than I do and I can’t stand the thought of giving him something, even a pair of shoes.” I fake gagged, before kissing my fingers and walking confidently away. I heard Louis yelling his thanks behind me, but I merely responded by pulling the finger.

I really hated him. I hated that Louis. But there seemed to be two, and I couldn’t get my head around it.

Also, he seemed to have known what my dad would have done if I’d stayed and he’d left.

And he seemed to have known what was going to happen next…

Louis’ POV.

“Damn!” I swore, as I sat up and gingerly rubbed my feet. I hated it when my shoes got left behind, but that sometimes happens. The ground shock is terrible. I looked up to see where I was, and realised I was in the exact same place- only it was daytime, and the boys were sitting on the bench, not Lexi. I stood up, wincing in pain and grimaced at them.

“At least I didn’t lose my clothes, though.” I mused, pulling a horrific face and making them all burst out laughing. They were used to this now. It’d taken them a while, but eventually, it just became a regular part of life.

It was covering it up from the rest of the world that was the problem.

Lexi’s POV.

I stood on the doorstep of my house, bouncing nervously on the little shelf of wood that jutted out from the door frame. Louis had seemed to think, or possibly know, something horrible was going to happen the minute I stepped through the door.

And now I was having a fierce debate with myself over it.

“Maybe,” I said aloud, to myself, “Maybe he’ll be asleep, and I can just sneak upstairs to my room and throw a bag together and get out before he realises.”

But the thought of running away had crossed my mind many times before, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it. Even if I did, he’d catch me again.

And last time was enough.

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