Did You Say Louis Tomlinson? (Can't Fight This Feeling Sequel)

Did You Say Louis Tomlinson?

PREVIOUSLY

I just finished the end of my first week of college. My dormmate Spencer is having some of his friends over. I'm laying on my bed while he gets ready for them. He gets out some beers. Spencer is a sophomore. I lay and stare at the ceiling thinking about the week. It was a good start.

I hear Spencer go to the door and let some friends in. They walk in and I scan them. They look like they'll be fun. There's a knock at the door and Spencer goes and opens it. I hear their muffled greetings.

"Louis Tomlinson!" Spencer says excitedly.


Wait

Wait wait

What?

"Did you say Louis Tomlinson?!" I sit up calling to Spencer.

They walk into the room together. Spencer and Louis. Louis' eyes land on me.

"Marcel?"

"You two know eachother?" Spencer raises his eyebrows. I nod numbly. Spencer shrugs and goes to talk to his friends. Louis is still standing in the same place. He's just staring at me.

"You're dressed different..." he says quietly. I nod and stare at the wall.

"Can we talk, Cel?" he says louder this time.

"I told you not to call me that.." I say quietly.

"Please, Marcel?" he sounds so desperate. God since when is he the desperate one?

"Fine." I say sitting up. He follows me out into the empty hallway.

I lean my back against the wall and give him a cold look.

"I'm really very sor-"

"Stop." I cut in.

"Marc-"

"Just stop Louis." I say looking the other way.

"I want to explain, Marcel." He tries again.

"It doesn't matter anymore Louis! You left me alone. You didn't come back. I told you we were done. End of story." I say harshly.

"There's more to it!"

"Oh really, Louis?"

"Yes, that's what I'm tryi-"

"I don't want to hear it Louis. I would've listened months ago. You know when you took me inside from the snow? I would've listened then. I would've listened when I text you about your mom. I would've listened to you through any of those times, Louis! But I will not listen to you now." I cut him off. He looks to his feet. That's what I thought Louis.

I walk back into the dorm room and grab my jacket and my pack of cigarettes. Yeah I never dropped that habit. But who even cares? Its my life yeah?

"I'll be back in a bit, Spenc." I say leaving the dorm room. He's occupied with his friends right now. Hopefully Louis will be too.

I go into the elevator and hit the first floor button. When I get into the lobby I walk through the double doors and outside. I take in deep breaths of fresh air and light a cigarette.

I consider crying because it might make me feel better. But no, I already cried for him the last time months ago. So I sit down on a bench and watch the stars. I hear the doors open and when he sits next to me on the bench I realize who it is.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I practically spit.

"Don't worry I'm not here to explain." He says quietly.

"Can you tell me why you're here? not why you left but.." I ask.

"I applied junior year. I got in. Now I'm here, same as you." He says bluntly. I nod. We're quiet for a few moments.

"How did you just decide that I wasn't worth it anymore? How can you just walk away?" my voice squeaks. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Then his phone starts ringing.

"Take it.." I mumble and look away. He answers it and talks in a hushed voice.

"Hey babe."

Babe?

"I'm kind of busy right now.......I'll see you in my dorm later......bye." Then he hangs up.

"Sorry that was just" he starts.

"Your girlfriend." I cut him off. I stand up from the bench and walk to the double doors.

"Marcel!" he shouts at me frustrated.

"Just leave me alone!" I yell back at him. I rush through the lobby and into the elevator.

That night I go through my stuff and find his shirt and skinny jeans he left with me so long ago. They still smell like him.

Sure I made it look like I'm doing fine without him, but I still sleep with his clothes every night.