Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

10

Phoebe's POV

My chest rose and fell at its own pace. Surprisingly enough, Dylan and I did finally make it to the bedroom. He came to see me while Rebecca was in after school with some of the kids. He thought it would be a good time to visit me. The past few minutes were a blur. My head was on his chest and only moved when he did.

"Shit." He cursed when he sat up and looked at his phone.

"What?" I asked and sat up.

"I'm late for work." He says and leaps out of bed.

"Dylan." I called his name.

"Believe me, I want to stay, but I really have to go. Love you." He says and I freeze.

"Uh." Is the only thing that comes out of my mouth.

"Shit sorry. I don't love you. Force of habit." He says. What the actual fuck?

"What do you mean-"

"Nothing, okay?" He says and rushes to get his clothes on.

"Dylan, I don't care if you do love me. I just didn't know you were going to just rush it out of your mouth." I say.

"But I don't love you." He says and I feel a twinge in my chest.

"Alright, but next time think before you speak. Why did you say force of habit before?" I ask.

"I said it didn't mean anything. Now, I have to go. Bye." He says and rushes out. What the hell? I get up and go to meet him, but he's long gone. I realize I'm still naked and go to get at least a shirt and some underwear on. I put pants on too, remembering Rebecca will be home soon. Honestly, I really don't want to have a conversation with anyone. The events a few minutes before were too weird. I look over at the clock and see it's only six. He said he didn't have to go to work until seven. Why was he in such a rush? I take my phone and decide to ask.

To Dylan: You said you didn't have work until 7??

To Me: Sorry babe. I forgot it was 6:30.

To Dylan: Oh alright. See you soon...

To Me: Bye.

Why was Dylan so rushed? He's never messed up his work schedule before. He has an alarm for everything. I walk into the kitchen and realize I left the stove on from before. Thank god I didn't have a towel or any food on it yet. Once it's shut off, I decide to head across the hall.

"Where's Dylan?" Harry asks once I walk through the door. The smell of pasta and sauce fills my nose. It smells so good.

"Work." I say flatly and go to sit at the counter.

"You can have Louis's dish." Harry says

"Why? Is he fasting now because of that girl?" I joke and get a small laugh out of Rebecca. Harry's face remains serious, though.

"You can't be serious." I say and he nods.

"Is he doing it on purpose?" I ask.

"No he just keeps losing his appetite and that's the only logical explanation for it." He says.

"That's...sad." I determine sad is the right word.

"He really thought this girl was coming back and he was getting better for a little bit. Then when that guy opened the door at Eleanor's place, he got back in this funk." He explains.

"I mean he is a total dick, but you have to feel bad for the guy. I know if Dylan found someone else, I'd be pretty sad myself." I say.

"Are you standing up for him?" Harry asks and I shrug.