Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 51

*Trinity's PoV*

I tried to brighten my mood as I stood outside Chloe's apartment building, waiting for her to buzz me in. I mean, sure, the only love I'd ever known had just let me leave without even a goodbye, and evrything I had to my name was in a little satchel that was in my hands, but hey, life was great!

I ran my hands over my face and opened the door as the buzzing sound alerted me to the fact that Chloe had noticed my arrival. I took the stairs, not bothered to wait for the lift to arrive, and took them two at a time. Thankfully, Chloe answered the door almost immediately, so I wasn't left with too much time to overthink my situation. 

The door opened to reveal the bright-eyed, bonde-haired girl that I had grown close to in such a short space of time. She turned around, without even a simple greeting, and waved me inside as she walked ahead of me. As I was walking in, I took the opportunity to look around at my surroundings. The walls were a warm cream colour, and the walnut flooring complimented it perfectly. Potted plants were dotted here and there, and the furniture that occupied the large floor space that we entered into told me that Chloe had great taste. I was about to ask her how she could afford anything when she was only a student, on the same salary as me, but bit my tongue before the words had a chance to slip out of my mouth. After all, that was the question that had started all the drama with Louis and, although it wasn't exactly the same situation, I honestly didn't think I would be able to handle it again.

I had hoped to be able to relax, perhaps take a bath, watch some television, casually weep in the foetal position in bed, you know, the usual, but my hopes were immediately crushed when I saw Chloe heading back towards me, this time carrying a large black handbag. She grabbed the corner of my sleeve as she passed, dragging me backwards out of the apartment I had only entered less than a minute ago. My groans of protest seemed to be either unnoticed or ignored as she locked the door and turned to face me once more. 

"We're going shopping," she beamed, not even giving me any choice in the matter, "You need to get your mind off of that boy, and I need a new pair of jeans. Win/Win situation."

No sooner had she finished her sentence, she was off down the stairs, her only destination, the shopping centre down the road. I wiped my brow with my hand in frustration, attempting to shake the grogginess from my head, and trudged after her hesitantly. I was a lot slower at walking than she was (partly because I really didn't want to go, and partly becuse I purely did not have the energy), which earned an impatient stop and tap-of-the-foot every now and again from Chloe, who seemed to have endless amounts of energy.

I remained silent as we walked, not caring for conversation much, although, thinking back now, I probably should have talked to her about something instead of re-running the incident with Louis over and over in my head like a tape on replay. 

As we walked, I gradually raised my head higher and l looked up from the ground. It was around six in the evening at this stage, and I was glad the shopping centre was within walking distance as there were traffic jams just about everywhere in the town. Just as I was marvelling at the volume of traffic, I noticed that Chloe had hung back and was waiting for me. As I reached her side, she linked arms with me and pulled me into a brisk walk.

"Don't you be worrying your pretty lil' cheeks about him," she comforted, attempting a Southern Belle accent in an attempt to make me laugh. It did make me laugh, but it wasn't because it sounded like a Southern Belle. In fact, it was more because it didn't sound like a Southern Belle. Like, at all. It was somewhere between Jamaican and Italian, with a strangled meerkat being thrown in there somewhere in the middle, but it made me laugh all the same.

I decided that the least I could for Chloe was to have a good time. Or, at least, pretend to have a good time. And so I threw all my frustration away, plastered a half-smile onto my face and put a bit of spring into my step. If I wasn't going to curl into a ball and cry, then I might as well do it right and be as happy as possible. Blocking Louis out of my mind wasn't a permanent solution, but a temporary one was all I needed right then.

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"Chloe, just pick a bloody pair of jeans and let's go," I whined impatiently.  We had been in the same shop for fourty-five minutes and she had yet to decide on a pair of jeans. I had come in with a decent mood, but that was going to change if we didn't leave soon. 

I heard a sigh from behind one of the clothes racks and saw her head pop up, pair of jeans in hand.

"Loosen up, would ya, T?" she joked, but I couldn't laugh as she used the nickname I could only bear to hear come from one particular person's lips. 

I followed her to the pay desk and waited at the side as she queued up, skipping a few dozy customers, chatted up the young server, payed for her jeans and finally arrived back at my side. She gave me a content smile, obviously proud of her purchase, and I rolled my eyes at her before ambling out of the shop.

"So, where do you wanna go now? Maybe get some dinner? Or do you wanna order takeout? I could really murder some Chinese food," Chloe began to ramble on, but her words were lost in the air as something, or someone, rather, caught my eye.

There, rambling down the centre of the shopping centre, was Louis. Oh, but not only was it Louis. Beside him stood a girl of average height, with brown hair. From the long distance away, I couldn't see much, but I thought she looked familiar.

For a second, I thought my heart was going to fall down through my inestines and out of my ass. We had just broken up, for good, and, by the looks of things, he had already found some bimbo to fit his empty void, (A.K.A. his penis).

However, my sorrow was soon replaced with anger as I realised how furious I was on the inside. I clenched my fists at my sides and closed my eyes, exhaling slowly as to stop me from doing anything stupid, before thinking about what I could do.

He wanted to be like that? Fine, two could play at that game.

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[A/N: Awfully long wait for such a short chapter, but you're lucky I had time to even write this, bc school and ill and stuff :(( So sorry, hopefully update tomorrow evening xo

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