Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 57

*Louis' PoV*

The smirk remained on my face as I took a seat opposite him, while the expression of fear on his was ever-growing.

"W-what are you doing here?" the principal of Trinity's old school, Craig Murray, stuttered.

I could notice his fumbling movements with his hands, causing my confidence to well once more as a half-snarl and half laugh left my mouth.

"Oh, I think you know exactly why I'm here," I replied, kicking my feet up to rest them on his precious desk which I was sure he had already polished ten fucking times that day.

I watched amusedly as his eyes settled on where my feet were sitting, but he didn't dare make any remark about it. At least he wasn't a total dumbass. Instead, he made a conscious effort to alter his sitting position so it looked like he was semi-confident. I suppressed a laugh as I watched, knowing that his air of confidence was as fake as Katie Price's tits.

So, I decided to teach him that I wasn't as easily fooled as everyone seemed to believe I was - when they first met me, that was. Once they got to know me, they learned pretty quickly not to fuck with me and never bothered me again.

I leaned forward, sighing quietly, before unexpectedly slamming both my hands down onto his desk, earning a jump and a shallow intake of breath on the principal's part. This time, I didn't bother attempting to control my laughter. Instead, I threw my head back and let the bout of laughter pass before I stood up and walked up to the front of the desk, resting my hands on the edge as I stared down at the petty little man that sat in front of me. By this time, small beads of sweat had gathered on his brow, clinging to the wiry grey hairs that sprung in every which way. It filled me with both disgust, at the pathetic excuse of a man, and pride, for being the cause of his intimidation, and I decided that it was time to stop messing around and do what I had originally come to do.

"Listen here, Assface," I began, the insult leaving my lips in a venemous growl, "I believe you said some things to my girlfriend that you knew fucking well you weren't supposed to."

His face paled as he evidently realised what I was referring to. He gripped the arm rests of his plush-ass chair and licked his lips before replying.

"I only told her a minimal amount of information," he said, trying to sound diplomatic, but I was having absolutely none of it.

"Bullshit," I yelled, once again causing his faux-confident demeanour to fall apart.

I leaned in close to his face, ensuring that my next statement would have its maximum impact.

"I think you're forgetting what I can have my parents do, at the click of my fingers," I hissed, watching as his brow wrinkled in worry, "So have fun doing this job for the next few days, because, after that, you'll be unemployed for a very, very long time - I can assure you of that."

With that, I spun on my heel and left, not even bothering to close his door as I walked out of the school, once more ignoring the stares I was attracting from the students. Some girls bit their lips and hiked their skirts up a little further up their thigh, but their desperation only repulsed me, rather than drawing me in.

I took my car keys from my pocket and unlocked it, climbing in with a smile as I felt the smug satisfaction cloud my senses.

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*Trinity's PoV*

"Trinity?" Greg called, leaning down and peering back into the car as I sat there, still frozen.

My eyes stayed resting on the box as I answered him.

"Greg, what's this box?" I asked, lifting it between my fingers and positioning it so that it was within his line of vision.

His mouth dropped open for a second and he appeared lost for words, only to find them again a moment later.

"Oh, that's.... Nothing important," he spoke slowly, issuing a small smile in a weak pursuit to squash my growing curiosity. However, it was not enough to satisfy leaving the topic be, and so I oushed on, remaining dubious.

"Greg, it has my name on it," I pressed, my voice clear and even, as I had hoped it would be.

He raised his hands to his hair and blew a breath out of his mouth, looking around outside before returning his gaze to my direction.

"Trinity, it's nothing, I promise," he replied hurriedly, "Come on, we should get inside."

His voice was steady, but his expression was a plea for me to cease my endless interrogation. I knew, though, if I left it at that, I would never find out what purpose the box served, so I couldn't stop until I found out the whole truth.

I looked up, my eyes fully locking with Greg's for the first time since I had laid my gaze upon the innocent white box, which looked so pure in contrast to the bright blue ribbon laced intricately around it.

"Greg, tell me what it is," I pushed, more forcefully this time, "Now."

I saw him shake his head meekly and run one hand over his cheek before he placed it on the roof of the car.

"I'll explain it if you come inside," he smiled weakly, one which didn't quite reach his eyes. I wasn't an expert, but his shifty eyes and fidgeting hands told me that if even if I set foot inside of that café and kept my end of the deal, it was extremely unlikely that he would keep his and tell me.

So, I pursed my lips and slipped the box into my coat pocket, re-fastening my seatbelt and looking at Greg once more, my expression plain and cold.

"Take me home," I instructed, watching for his reaction.

Greg's brows knitted together and he tilted his head slightly to the side, as if he didn't understand what I had just said.

"You heard me," I responded, gritting my teeth, "Take me back to the apartment, or explain this box, right here and right now. Your choice."

For a second, I thought he was going to take the second option, but I was proved wrong when he sighed heavily and sat back into the car, putting it in gear worldessly and driving back through the streets we had only just driven past. The journey was completely silent, both of us acting as if there were a unyielding divide between the passenger' and driver's seats, fobidding any communication.

Soon, we had pulled up outside of Chloe's apartment and I immediately unfastened my seatbelt, unlokcing the door with my other hand. As I clambered out, ensuring the box was laid safely in the confines of my pocket, I heard the sound of the car window being rolled down. Instinctively, I looked back and was met with Greg's face peering at me from inside of the car.

"Trinity," he started, and I turned fully around so I was facing him.

"The box," he gestured towards me, obviously aware of the fact I took it with me, "It's from Stephen, one of our other friends from the party."

With that, he gave me a small smile and rolled the wnidow up, driving off before I could say another word.

I reached into my pocket and felt around for the small cube-shaped object that housed so much mystery for such a miniscule object. I ran my fingers over it, keeping it in my pocket, and let myself back into the apartment.

I threw my keys carelessly onto the hall table and shrugged my coat off, hanging it loosely on the coat rack and removing the little box from its pocket before I moved on into the living room. Everything was as I left it and, peeping into my bedroom, I could see that Chloe was still asleep on the chair beside my unmade bed. I made a mental note to move her when I entered the room next, as I was sure that position could not be comfortable and that Chloe would complain for hours on end if she didn't receive a decent enough sleep.

I wandered over to the couch, sitting down and gently placing the box on the surface of the glass coffee table in front of me. The box looked even smaller in contrast to the vast, empty plane of the table, a tiny white dot in a transparent sea of glass.

I was reluctant to open it, despite my curiosity. Greg had said it was from one of his friends, and Louis had told me they weren't the best group of people - what if it was something unpleasant? Or, even if it wasn't, hadn't Louis told me not to get involved with his friends?

It took me a while build up enough confidence to reach over and pick the box up, twirling it around in my hands. On closer inspection, the bow appeared lose and overly loopy, as if someone had opened it and tied it back together clumsily. Either that, or it was tied very unprofessionally in the first place.

I studied it for a moment, finally convincing myself to open it. This was it - I was going to find out what was in the small box that had me biting my nails from the moment I laid eyes on it.

I grasped one end of the bow, pulling it gently so that it untangled and fell loose, and reached for the second one. I held my breath, closing my eyes and preparing to lift the lid up, when I heard a loud yawn coming from behind me.

I quickly grabbed the box and stuffed it in the pocket of my jumper, turning around and being met with the sight of Chloe walking into the kitchen area, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Why the long face, horse?" she joked, only her face wasn't as jesting as her tone. Her eyes were screwed shut and a scowl was worn on her face as she rubbed her forehead.

I immediately tried to brighten up my expression, gracing a small smile and sticking my tongue out at her.

"Nothing," I insisted, unwilling to inform her that she had woken at exactly the wrong moment and disturbed me from my box-opening event.

She waved my excuse off, obviously not believing me, but she didn't look in any position to argue. In fact, she looked like hell.

"Hey, do we've any Panadol or Tylenol here?" she asked me, massaging her temples, "I've a frickin' awful headache and my neck is in bits from sleepy in that shitty chair all night, after being an amazing friend and listening to your problems."

I shook my head to indicate that, no, we hadn't gotten any painkillers, that I was aware of, but raised one eyebrow as amusement fell over me at the fact that, even when she was ill, she still had one hell of an attitude.

I pushed past her to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and she sueezed her eyes shut as the sound of the refrigerator shutting obviously echoed through her pounding head. She groaned loudly and grabbed car keys from the hall table, pushing open the door and turning to face me, still in her pyjamas and slippers.

"I'm going down to the chemist to get some painkillers," she told me, cradling her head with one hand, "You want anything? Some medicine? A packet of condoms?"

I nearly spat out the water I had been drinking in embarrassment as the last few words left her lips, but she seemed unfazed.

"No? Okay, that's fine, but don't act all innocent on me and say you'd never use them," she mumbled, "I know you're more of an animal in bed than you let on, and I have a source that will back me up on that one."

She gave me a smirk as she shut the door, and I heard the engine of her car starting a few seconds later. My cheeks were still red from her crude remark and I couldn't believe Louis had talked to her about our... intimate situations, let's call them.

But I pushed the thoughts out of my head as I once again pulled the box out of my pocket, this time nothing stopping me from opening the lid and revealing what lay inside.

I set it on the table once again and gently lifted the lid off, peeking into it. It took me a minute to realise what exactly I was seeing, but when I did, there was one thought stark in my mind.

There was only one person this could be from. And it sure as hell wasn't from Stephen.

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A/N: Long wait, short chapter, sorry! I'll update again tomorrow :) Just been busy with school and sports:)

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