Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

13

Louis's POV

Today was a fine day until about ten minutes ago. I pulled into Harry's spot and grabbed my ball. Phoebe and I were having a wonderful time until she said I was lonely and needed a friend. It isn't that it made me angry, it just hurt a bit coming from her. I thought she kind of understood why I've been so unhappy. I thought the fact that she was getting a bit closer to me was a good thing. Guess not.

Once I get into the apartment, I take off all of my winter wear. I drop the ball to the floor and kick it at the brick wall in front of me. I catch it with my chest and kick it back at the wall. She was such a showoff before. I kick it at the wall harder.

"Bitch." I mumble and kick the ball at the wall again. It bounces off and heads toward one of the lamps. I catch it before it hits. My phone buzzes and I don't even bother to check it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Are you alright?" The girl asks.

"Phoebe?" I ask.

"No shit." She says bluntly and I try to contain my small humored smile.

"Where did you get my number?" I ask.

"Harry gave it to me just now." She says.

"Why are you so angry?" She asks after I don't say anything.

"I'm not angry-"

"You sure sound like it." She cuts me off and I roll my eyes.

"You aren't lonely, you do have friends. I was just saying you think you're lonely, Louis. The only people I have in my life are Dylan and Rebecca." She says.

"It just hurt a bit, okay? I thought we were having fun and then this happens and now I'm confused." I say.

"About what?" She asks.

"Because you seemed to understand why I've been in this funk and you've been a bit nicer to me since the other night. And you also didn't tell Harry that I was crying in my bedroom." I say.

"Why would I?" She asks.

"Just forget it, okay? I'm kicking a ball around, getting my anger out." I say and hear her laugh lightly on the other end.

"What?" I ask.

"Well, I used to do the same thing until I broke a vase in my apartment. Brick wall?" She asks.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I ask.

"We have the same wall." She says.

"We should play together." I say and she laughs.

"Those days are over for me." She says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Tell you later. I have to get back to work." She says and hangs up. And that's the last I heard of her.

*

"I hung out with Phoebe today." I tell Harry and I can practically see his smirk through the phone.

"And?" He asks.

"Nothing. She was fun, like you said. She likes football, you know?" I ask.

"Yeah, I know. She listens to good music too. I think we'll be great friends." I say.

"Or more." Harry says.

"Or not. She has a boyfriend, Harry." I point out. He seems to forget that.

"I know, I know." He says and sounds exhausted.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just a long flight and long car ride to my mum's house. I'm going to go now. Gemma just got here." He says and sounds excited.

"Bye Harry." I say and he hangs up.

What am I going to do now? Phoebe is at work, Rebecca is at work, I don't have a girlfriend, the boys are all with their families. I should go home. I really should, but I don't want to. Lottie, Fizzie, and the twins don't really know why Eleanor hasn't been around. I mean, Lottie has probably figured it out, but the younger girls haven't. I can't just say she's sick and can't make it. That's what I said last time. I'm not ready to admit she's not with me anymore to the whole family.

*

There's a knocking in my dream and I wake up. The knocking stops and I get off of the couch. I have a kink in my neck, so rub the sore spot with my hand. That's going to hurt for awhile. I open the door and see Phoebe. I can't say I expected to see her.

"Hey." I say and she nods.

"Mind if I borrow your car?" She asks.

"I guess. Why?" I ask.

"Well, I actually have a date and Rebecca decided to steal the car to go out for drinks with one if her work friends." She says.

"Sure. Let me get the keys." I say and head to the counter.

"I actually wanted to go out tonight, so can I just drop you off and your guy can bring you home?" I ask.

"Uh, sure. I don't think he'll mind." She says. I follow her outside. I can't say I was comfortable with dropping her off on a date. It felt kind of awkward. I'm not sure why, but it did.