Who Says |.l.t.|

~Chapter 22~

Lexi’s POV.

I woke, on July 10th, 2010, with my heart thumping, my mind reeling.

Yes, it’s been just under nine months since everything weird had happened, and I still haven’t seen my dad. Thank goodness. It’s also been nearly nine months since Louis and I got together.

It’s been 2 months also since my mum sadly had miscarriage, losing my sister.

It was a horrible months for us; even when dad had been around, I hadn’t seen mum this shut away, but she’s slowly getting back to her feet. We’ve all been helping her- me, Louis, Jo- everyone who’s friends with her have helped.

She’s coming with Louis and I today for it’s super important for both of us.

“Darling? You really need to get up now, we have just under an hour to do your hair and make up before we have to leave if we want the best chance of getting in.” Mum said, poking her head round the door and smiling sweetly. I nodded, too sleepy to talk, and stretched out contently. Beside me, Louis, who currently looked unbelievably hot with his messed up hair, groaned.

“Good morning to you too.” I giggled, kissing him on his forehead and sliding out of bed.

I wont lie or keep the secret from you- we’ve had sex. I remember the month was January; in fact, it was the first thing we did in the year. But that’s going to remain a secret between Louis and I. Of course, both our parents know about it, but they haven’t said anything to us- yet.

“Lexi, I don’t want to get up. Can’t we just audition next year?” He muttered, sitting up and blearily rubbing his eyes. I shook my head, sitting in front of my dresser and plugging in my curling iron. “Nup. Come on, it wont be long until we’re in the queue, with Stan, and you can sleep then. I promise.” I said, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

As I examined myself in the mirror, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Louis was eyeing me up. “Stop it now,” I scolded teasingly. “We both need to get ready.”

He sighed, and clambered out of bed, stretching and yawning, before heading out to the bathroom. “And no long shower!” I yelled after him. He groaned in dismay.

It took me barely any time at all to have my hair done as perfect as I could manage to get it, and just as I was applying light makeup, Louis returned, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

“I can’t believe they’re filming us all at our first auditions.” He said, rummaging in his suitcase for his clothes. I put down my eye shadow and turned to face him. “I know. I thought they would have at least done a pre screening, or something.” I said, my stomach clenching slightly. I winced, hunching over slightly, as the pain got stronger, and nauseating.

Louis looked up as I groaned, unable to help myself. “Again?” He asked sympathetically, pulling on his boxers and making his way towards me.

Before he could do anything, however, I felt the bile rising in my throat, and pushed past him to the bathroom, where I was in the nick of time.

He came and rubbed my back comfortingly, as I heaved. Eventually, I was finished, and sat back for a minute, catching my breath.

“Man, I didn’t realize you were this nervous. We’ll be fine, love.” He comforted, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back, frowning ever so slightly.

I wasn’t that nervous, to be frank. I just kept on having this pain, and sickness, every morning for the last month or so. I couldn’t figure it out.

I pulled away from Louis, who tried to kiss me. “I don’t think so, Louis.” I giggled, putting my finger on his lips. “I’ve just been sick, and my mouths tastes like shit.” I mused, standing up and flushing the toilet, before bending over the sink and rinsing my mouth out.

Louis chuckled quietly, and left the room to finish getting ready. As soon as he’d gone, I let out a shaky breath, leaning my hot head against the cool mirror. I had a sneaking suspicion of why I felt like this, but I didn’t want to think about it on today of all days; nor did I have anything I could do about it.

As I was lost in my thoughts, the curtain behind me whipped open, and I jumped, nearly banging my hip on the sink.

“Louis!” I gasped, as the older boy clambered out of the bathtub. Wait- did I say boy? I meant man.

“Listen, Lexi.” He said urgently, gripping my shoulders and staring intently into my eyes. “I figured out what went wrong. You can’t do a duet with Louis. Just tell him you think you’d both have a better shot if you did it solo, or something. Please.” He begged, his eyes pleading. I raised my eyebrows, and nodded slowly.

“Ok… I can do that.” I said, more to myself than to him.

He smiled, relief crossing his face, as he hugged me tight.

“But Louis-“ I pulled back, looking him dead in the eye. “First you have to tell me something.” I said seriously. He sighed, and nodded. “You already know what I’m going to say.” He said quietly, kissing me softly before turning away.

I felt my breathing get heavier, as he slowly moved back to the bathtub. “But- you never said before about it?” I asked, my mind feeling like it’d been injected with that numbing stuff dentists use. He shrugged apologetically. “You already know so much. And it’s been such a burden for you to carry.” He said quietly.

Before I knew what was happening, he was disappearing again. I waved lamely, my mind still in shock, as Louis knocked on the door. “Lexi? Lexi, we’re leaving in five. Are you alright?” He asked, opening the door.

I blinked back a tear that tried to make it’s way out of my eye, before pulling the door back and hugging Louis tightly. “Oof.” He mumbled, as I flung my arms around his neck. “Hey babe, it’s going to be ok.” He soothed, kissing my ear. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

It was now or never.

“Louis, I- I think we should go solo.” I said, rushing the words out. He pulled me off of him and stared.

“What? Why?” He asked, shock filing his face and tone. I gulped, and nodded. “I just think we’d be better off, solo’s would be a better chance. For both of us.” I smiled weakly, and his expression molded into something I couldn’t fully recognized. “If that’s what you want babe.” He said seriously.

I nodded, hugging him again.

“I still love you.” I whispered. He kissed my ear and picked me up in his hug. “I love you too.” He replied.

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A/N: Yes I skipped a huge chunk, mostly because I was getting bored AND I also want to finish this to submit it for Watty Awards!!! Insane right hahahaha :p xx