Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 55

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*Trinity's PoV*

I watched with hurt eyes as he looked at me one last time before turning away. As much as I loved him, I couldn't just throw everything Greg had said out the window and pretend nothing had happened. He had lied to me and I needed to show him that he couldn't do something without any consequences.

As he retreated, I found myself following behind him, just until he rounded the corner. As I saw him pry the doors open with his fingers, I bit my lip and wiped at my eyes roughly, refusing to cry. I observed curiously as I saw him stop outside of the door, legs shoulder-width apart and hands in pockets. Then, I was almost sure I saw him pull something from his pocket and fiddle with it briefly, before tossing it aside.

I squinted my eyes as I peered around the corner, desperate to clarify what I had just seen. However, I was pulled out of my distracted daydream by a series of wheezy coughs. My head immediately snapped back towards where I had heard the sound coming from and self-disgust filled my system as realisation had struck me. I had followed Louis only seconds after I had let him leave, despite the fact that I had told myself that he needed to go.

I cursed myself and brought my attention back to where my body was resting. My eyes flitted to where Greg was, now standing with the help of the guard who had hauled Louis off of him. Guilt immediately found it's resting place as it settled on my chest, and I ambled towards them.

"Are you alright?" I mumbled, my arms crossed over my chest.

Greg finished dusting himself off before he looked at me and nodded, exhaling a deep breath.

"Yeah, I had a feeling he'd react like that, he's a bit of an ass, but you already knew that," he muttered lowly.

I snapped my head up and my arms were lifted from around myself and placed instead at my sides.

"Don't talk about him like that," I warned, sudden anger crossing my features.

I received a confused look in return for my unexpected comment.

"But he lied to you Trinity! How can you not-,"

I silenced him by raising my palm in his direction, closing my eyes as dreaded thoughts of another fight clouded my head and drained my remaining energy.

"Greg, I know, and it was terrible of him," I answered, tiredness evident in my voice, "But I don't wanna talk about it, and I'm the only one who can say those things about him. At least, don't say it in front of me, please."

I opened my eyes as I finished speaking, praying Greg would just leave it at that and wouldn't start another fight. It was the last thing I needed and I really didn't think I would be able for it. Greg was peering at me from behind a set of bewildered blue eyes, but not the sort of blue that occupied Louis' guarded irises. It was a duller, pale blue that failed to capture my attention like Louis' had. I shook my head, realising that I had failed to keep Louis out of my imagination for more than five minutes.

"Okay," Greg complied, raising his hands in a sort of surrender.

I nodded my head in gratitude and an awkward silence fell between us, both unmoving and unspeaking.

The air surrounding us was so heavy and laid down with tension that I was almost thankful when the security guard sauntered towards us once more.

"You two; I think you should leave," he instructed gruffly, his moustache tickling his nose every time he spoke, "I don't even know why you were permitted in here after closing hours anyway."

I answered with a curt nod and went to start towards the exit, only to retreat once more when I remembered that my coat was still sitting on the back of the chair in the café, where Greg and I had exchanged the information that had thrown me into an even deeper spiral than I had been caught up in before.

I expected Greg to be waiting for me when I turned around again, but my heart sunk a little as I saw him walking, alone, ahead of me, already making his way out. I really had managed to piss off just about everyone possible.

Downheartened, I followed in his tracks, pulling my coat on loosely and trying to think about anything except for Louis. No matter what I did, that boy was always on my mind. My feet dragged lazily along the ground as I proceeded towards the exit. It was now dusk and the sky was flamed with streaks of orange, red and pink, glowing like the embers of a dying fire.

I could just notice Greg's silhouette against the movie-like background as he squeezed through the small gap left between the doors. I thought I saw him bend down and pick something up quickly and I narrowed my eyes. I quickened my pace as I attempted to close the short distance between us.

My hand slotted in the gap between the doors and I pushed myself through, the material of my coat scuffing against the edge of the doors as they threatened to compress me into one very flat piece of a human.

I jogged out as I was released from the grip of the doors and looked left, to where Greg was walking towards the only car that remained in the car park, seeing as everyone had left long ago.

"Greg?" I called inquisitively as I watched him walk away.

He stopped and turned towards me, a questioning look present on his face as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He raised his eyebrows, signalling for me to continue.

"Did you.....," I began, "Did you pick something up off the ground a second ago?"

His mouth dropped open before closing again, shaking his head and giving me a small smile.

I pursed my lips and nodded in acknowledgement, uttering a quiet okay and waving goodbye as I turned to go the opposite way. Perhaps I had imagined it, after all.

As I walked past the main doors once again, I noticed black tire tacks imprinted onto the ground. There was no doubt in my mind that they had been left by Louis' car, and my thoughts flitted to him once again. I loved him so much, but was it really normal to love someone who could hurt you that much, that often?

Of course it wasn't.

But then again, our relationship, or whatever it had been ,hadn't exactly been normal, had it?

My head began to throb slightly and I took this as a sign that I should stop over thinking it. What would be, would be, and that was that. Instead, I began my brisk walk home by looking at the skyline and taking pleasure in things that were much simpler.

***

"He was looking for you," was the first thing Chloe informed me when I stepped through the door. She didn't mention any names, but it wasn't necessary to. I knew exactly who she was referring to.

I walked into the kitchen, removing my coat and slinging it over one of the wooden chairs that sat around the kitchen table. Chloe was there, eating a bowl of pasta as she scrolled through something on her phone. She didn't make any eye-contact when she spoke to me, but I was glad. If she had, I probably wouldn't have kept a straight face as she mentioned Louis.

"Yeah I know, he found me," I responded.

That caught her attention.

I didn't bother to continue as I turned away from her and walked towards the room I assumed I would be staying in, seeing as it was the only bedroom in the apartment, aside from Chloe's. I didn't make it far, however, before I heard quick footsteps following behind me.

"And..?" the squeaky voice pried as I flopped onto the bed, head first, and buried my face into the pillows that lay across the top.

"It was just unfortunate that, at the time he came, I would rather not have been found," I explained, my voice muffled by the blankets and pillows.

I felt the bed dip beside me and concluded that Chloe must have taken a seat alongside me.

"I can understand that, I mean, he did show up to the shopping centre with some random sl-," Chloe began to sympathise, but I cut her off just before she began to insult the girl Louis had been standing with.

"That's not all he did, Chloe," I told her with sadness in my voice, lifting my head from the blankets and turning it to the side so I could face her.

Her features were laced with curiosity, as well as worry, as she swept a piece of hair that had been covering my eyes back so she could get a better view of my face.

"He lied. Big time, Chloe."

I saw her bite her lip and draw in a breath as she waited for me to continue.

"I met Greg at the party Louis threw for me, after I finished my exams," I began, watching her features for any changes as I spoke, "He told me that I was just a game to Louis; to be careful, because he just uses girls as a source of entertainment, to see how far he can get them to fall, before tossing them away.

"Louis came back just after Greg said that, and everything went quiet. Then, about a week or two later, Louis took me for dinner at this really fancy restaurant. It was really romantic and everything was fine, until it turned out that Greg was the waiter for our table. He had bruises scattered all over his face - big, purple blotches spread across his temple and cheeks, as well as a black eye.

"Louis froze as soon as he saw Greg. From then on, the dinner was awkward and Louis insisted that we leave as soon as we could. I remember at the time, I was so confused...."

I trailed off and chuckled at my naivety.

"But I'm not confused any more. I can't believe I didn't put the pieces together then."

Chloe's eyes were wide and her hand was placed over her mouth.

I took a shaky breath before finishing my explanation.

"Chloe, Louis beat Greg up for saying those things to me at the party and warned Greg to stay away from me, or he'd do something even worse."

Chloe's eyes stayed in their widened state, but her hand was brought down from her mouth.

"Who told you that?" she breathed, her hands finding her neat blonde ponytail and fidgeting with it.

I puffed out a breath.

"Greg, at the coffee shop, after you guys left."

Her eyes closed and she nodded. I did the same as I felt tears welling up for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and felt a hand rub my back soothingly and a voice issuing comforting words. Somehow, it didn't hurt to talk about him with Chloe. It felt like I could talk to her and she would help.

"I just don't know what to do," I told her, my voice quivering as my tears escaped from the corners of my eyes, racing each other down the side of my cheeks.

"I thought we were making progress," I sobbed, grabbing the pillow, "He told me he was trying, but he was going behind my back the whole time."

Chloe patted my shoulders lightly as I shuddered with sobs, a pitiful expression present on her face.

"I know, I know," she soothed, "But he really was trying, you know."

My sobs halted when I heard the words fall from her mouth. I sat up and looked at her.

"What do you mean? How would you know that?" I questioned, my tone agitated and eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I could tell from her body language that she was panicking. She sat bolt upright, mouth open and eyes wide, clearly regretting what she had said.

"Chloe," I warned, through gritted teeth, instructing her wordlessly to tell me the truth.

She screwed her eyes shut and dropped her head so it faced the duvet we were sitting on.

"I know him, okay!" she cried, "I've known him since we were little! I knew all about you before we even met. It was a coincidence when you came to work beside me, and it only took me a few days to realise that you were the infamous Trinity. I know all about your relationship problems, Trin, because Louis came to me for advice on them, too. He loved you, and probably still does! He kept things from you because he knew he made bad decisions, and thought you'd leave him if you found out. He is as fragile as you are, if not more.

"He might have failed, but he certainly tried. The day you split up, he came to me and asked me to keep an eye on you; make sure you were okay. He wanted to fix it, he just didn't know how! And now, here we are. Me, keeping an eye on you."

My jaw dropped open, overwhelmed with the information that had been flung at me in such a short space of time. So, Louis had asked Chloe to watch out for me? My heart swelled as I thought of it, but my feelings were soon crushed as I realised that he had been out with the brunette haired girl today. If he still loved and worried about me, it didn't make any sense for him to go off with someone else. He said he wanted to make things right, but his words far from matched his actions.

"Then why is he doing what he's doing?" I whispered, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.

Chloe shrugged her shoulders as she looked at me, shaking her head slightly.

"That's the one thing I can't answer," she replied honestly, "I don't know. I really don't know."

And neither did I.

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