Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 54

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*Louis' PoV*

Greg. Fucking Greg. Of all people in the world, she had to kiss Greg. I know that it wasn't technically his fault, as he couldn't really do anything to stop it, but I needed someone to take my anger out on, and that sure as hell wasn't going to be Trinity - that was the one thing I wouldn't let myself do. 

I stormed out of the shopping centre without even trying to explain myself. I knew there was no point. By then, I'd learned that Trinity was stubborn enough to stick to her guns without giving me a chance to put everything into context. She always did it, I don't know why I expected any different from her this time.

I hadn't even looked behind me to see if Rachel had followed me out of the shopping centre. God, Trinity had been so wrapped up in her litte performance to recognise that the girl standing next to me was Rachel. I mean, I'd almost understand, but she met Rachel at the same time she met Greg, and she seemed to remember him just fucking fine. 

I was so sick of this. Every time I tried to do something nice and fix my mistakes, she always found some way to mess it up. She had screwed me up so badly, I was pretty much unrecognisable to anyone, at this stage. The Louis from six months ago never would have done any of the soppy shit that I was doing. He would have been happy and careless and fucking a different girl every night. 

I sighed. It seemed so simple back then. No worrying about making Trinity angry or letting my tongue slip. Damn, I almost wish I'd never met-

No.

No, I didn't. This was the kind of shit I needed to stop. My mouth constantly got the better of me and that was why I had gotten into this mess. I did not wish I had never met her. Yes, she had changed me and shaped me a little more than I had desired, but was that such a bad thing? I was pretty sure I was a better person than I used to be, though I suppressed the nagging voice in my head telling me that there was one major thing that could be used to cancel out that sentence. 

Now here I was, sat at home once again, running my hands through my hair while resting my eyes on the small white box that sat in front of me, wrapped in a delicate baby-blue bow. I dropped my eyes down to my lap, unable to look at it anymore. 

I stood up, pushing my chair away from the table and began to saunter around the kitchen, my hands buried into my pockets and eyes trained on my feet. As I wandered around the room, memories came flooding back to me.

I ran my fingers along the edge of the kitchen island as images of the first day I had talked to Trinity properly popped into my head. Her head resting gingerly on her hand, caution written across her face as she tentatively watched me move around the room. Then, the smile on her face as we introduced ourselves. Then, my mind switched to the image of my face as the same event was happening. My dimples were deep, my smile full and eyes bright. As I looked at this picture, something clicked inside of my head. I looked happy. 

As I looked back at the table, I was reminded of my first pathetic attempt of a date, when I had cooked for her - The way she didn't like wine and had insisted on cider, much to my relief. The way I had joked and told her to keep it a secret that I let her drink underage, even though her birthday was merely two weeks away. The way she had eaten my cooking, despite the fact that it was fucking awful. The way I had selfishly fooled her into believing she had chocolate on the edge of her lips, just so I could feel them moving against my own.