Okay so I get they murdered his sister, but that isn't much of a dark past, it's more of just a sad past. There something he isn't telling me.
"Jossie?" Louis breaks me out of my thoughts.
"What? Oh sorry I wasn't paying attention" I say shaking my head
"I said, you should really start eating. You haven't touched your food and it's going to get cold" he says looking at my plate
"I'm actually not hungry, sorry" I sigh
"What's in your mind?" He asks looking into my eyes
"Nothing"
He sighs and keeps eating. Soon he asks for the check and a box for my food. We leave the restaurant and get inside the vehicle. As soon as we get in, he turns to me.
"Look well I'm having a good time just by being with you, but it seems to me that you aren't. I have a night planned for us, but if you want I can just take you home if you want" he says
"No, no, no I'm fine I'm just thinking about what you told me about Harry" I sigh
"Jossie c'mon it's not that big of a deal" Louis chuckles
"Are you crazy? Of coarse it is. Losing his sister must have been really hard for him" I snap
"I didn't mean it that way" he sighs "Look how about we do this" he points to him and I "Some other night"
"Louis I --" he cuts me off
"No it's fine. It seems to me you're interested in that situation than our date" he says as he puts his car on reverse and leaves the parking lot
I sigh and lay my head on the window. I just stare out through the glass as the cars past by us. Why did I have to ruin this for us? Maybe we could of had a great time tonight, but no. Before I know it he's already parking out in my drive way.
"I didn't mean to be rude. It just looked like you weren't really into this date" he sighs, looking out the window
"I'm sorry I didn't want you think that, but I don't know that thing about Harry keeps going on around in my head" I say moving my hand towards his
As soon as I do he turns to me and smiles and intertwined our fingers. He starts leaning forward and starts closing his eyes slowly. I just freeze there and a second later my phone rings.
"I should go" I say trying not to make this more awkward than it already is and get out of the car.
He gets out walking behind me and walking me to my front door. I take out my keys and them look back up to him.
"Well tonight was okay" he says running the back of his neck
"Yeah" I chuckle
He starts leaning in again and I take my hand out awkwardly. He looks down and stands straight up shaking my hand.
"Goodnight" I say awkwardly and unlock the door walking in before he even says it back
"He hates me. Why do I have to be so awkward?" I ask myself
As I walk in the kitchen my mum is sitting in the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and flipping through a magazine.
"Hey sweetie, how did it go?" She asks looking up at me with a smile on her face
"Okay" I shrug
"Okay, well I forgot to give you this from when you came home from school today. It was sent here about a 3 days ago" she says handing me an envelope
I take it from her and sit across from her.
"Do you want me to make you some tea?" She asks as I open the envelope
"Yes please"
As I open the letter I noticed its a letter from Zayn. I immediately ball it up and get up to throw it in the trash.
"What was it?" She asks
"You already know" I sigh
"Baby you know he still loves you and --" I cut her off
"If he did he wouldn't have gone away and gotten in the fucking army" I snap and I notice a tear rolled down my cheek
"Baby you know that was his dream to serve our country and protect us" my mum defends
"But what if he doesn't come back? He left me for that! I gave him a choice me or getting in the army and guess what he chose? To get into that! I told him I wasn't going to wait for him and he didn't care!" I cry
My mum comes towards me and takes me in her arms hugging me right to her chest as she strokes my hair.
"Baby he loves you and you know it"
"Whatever I don't want to talk about it and plus I'm moving on" I sigh
My mum lets go of me to go back to making my tea and comes back with both our mugs passing me mine. We walk to the living room and sit down on the couch turning on the TV.
Zayn is my ex boyfriend. We met by our dads. His dad works for mine at my father's company. We started dating a year later when I was 14 and he was about 20. Yeah I know big age difference. He left to join the the army 2 years later and I broke up with him. All those nights of crying over horror thinking that he might get killed. I couldn't take it so that was the reason I broke up with him. He would write me letters every week just to find out how I am and would tell me things on what he's doing or how it's going. It's been 2 years already and I never replied to anyone of his letters. They all went straight to the trash once I noticed it was a letter from him.
As I start getting sleepy, the doorbell rings. My mum gets up to open it and then calls me. I get up and walk to the front door and notice it's him.
"I'm back" he smiles with tears in his eyes
"Leave" I snap
"Jossie don't be rude" my mum hisses
"No it's fine Mrs.Hemsworth" he assures her "Can you give us a minute?"
Great
My mum nods and leaves us giving me a warning look.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him
"Didn't you read my last letter? I wrote saying I would be leaving the at for you and the first place I would go to when I came back was here to see you"
"I told you I didn't want anything to do with you if you joined the army" I remind him
"And that's why I dropped out and came back" he says dropping his bags and walking towards me
"Don't" I warn
He frowns and just stares at me.
"Can you give me another chance?" He asks
"No, I gave you a choice. It was either me or --" he cuts me off
"Yes I know! But I never stopped loving you and you know that" he says walking towards me wrapping his arms around my waist and smashing his lips against mine.
I try pushing back, but it's helpless. I stomp my foot over his making him stop and push him back slapping him across the face hard. He stumbles back looking hurt.
"Leave or I'll call the cops" I warn
He turns on his heels and walks out. I walk after him and slam the door behind him, leaning against the back side. I grab into my knees and dig my head in them screaming as loud fad I can in frustration.
About an hour later I get up and my legs seemed to have fell asleep. I limp up the stairs to my room and strip my clothes off. I put on my Nirvana shirt and some sweat pants. I walk into my bathroom and take my contacts out putting them back in their containers and washing my face. I put my hair up in a meat bun and walk back to my bed getting under the covers, turning the lights off, and let sleep take its way in me.
