Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 58

*Trinity's PoV*

My lip trembled with emotion as I realised what was in the box. The first thing I saw was a small piece of paper. I picked it up and held it between my shaky fingers as I read the writing that was scrawled beautifully across it in a rose-coloured ink.

'Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop,' it read, and a small tear slipped down my cheek as I flipped it over and saw a picture of us on the back.

It had been taken during the period of studying, before my exams. Louis was holding the camera with one hand, a beanie on his head, while laughing and looking at me. I had my head buried in my hands, wearing a desolate expression, a pen between my fingers and a book sat in between my two elbows, which were sitting on the table. It was evidently taken on one of my bad days.

Nonetheless, a small chuckle left the side of my mouth and my heart swelled as I realised how much I missed Louis. I set the picture down carefully on the table and continued my dissection of the contents of the box. My fingers wrapped around a small grey object at the bottom and I pulled it out, noticing that it had a piece of paper attached to it.

I peered at the paper first, curiously reading what it had to say. The words were written in the same cursive font and colourful ink, with a small, hand-drawn love heart at the end of it.

'The first duty of love is to listen'

I flicked the small piece of card over, confused and wondering if there was more to it. True to my predictions, the back of the card held a longer message, written in a narrow column down the centre.

'Hey T,
I know I messed up, but it gave
me time to think and I wanna
make everything right again.
I remember you saying that
I never answered your questions,
and you always got so annoyed.
So here, take this thingy and go
nuts, and I'll write the answers to
all of them on a piece of paper when
you give it to me. I'll even frame it
for you, if you so wish, aha!
Bottom line, you make me feel
like the old me again, and
there's no way in hell I'm letting
you get away from me.


Thank you for always trusting me,
Yours always (or until you realise
that you deserve far better than
me),

Louis.x

P.S. Sorry if this is completely shit,
I wrote it in the café in the shopping
centre because I couldn't wait until
I got home

P.S.S. If it isn't completely shit, then
thank Rachel, she read over this for
me to make sure it was girly enough
for you. Worryingly, I didn't need any
help. Anyway, this is getting awfully
long, goodbye.x'


Tears slid down my cheeks as I tried to fit the puzzled pieces together. When had this been written? Surely not after I had confronted him about being with the girl?! I glanced at the date that Louis had written in the top left-hand corner of the card. It had been written on the thirtieth of May - indeed, the day of the encounter at the shopping centre.

I skimmed over the note once more, and suddenly everything clicked. He had said in the letter that he had written it in the café and that 'Rachel' had read over it... Which meant that he had written it just before our vicious exchange, and that the girl that had been with him had been 'Rachel'. As I thought about it, I remembered seeing her before at the party Louis had thrown for me in March when I had turned 18.

OhMyGod I was such an idiot. When he said I had no idea, he really did mean I had no idea. I moved the paper from my grip so I could see the object it had been resting on. It was a small grey sphere, with a few buttons and what looked like a speaker. I tried to figure out what it did, pressing one of the buttons. As I pushed it and let go, I was met with the reciprocated sound of my breathing through the speaker.

It was a voice recorder.

He wanted to me to speak into the recorder and list off the questions that I wanted answers to. I brought my hand up to my mouth and choked sobs were emitted as I realised that I had inadvertently pushed Louis away when he had been trying to fix everything. The gift was so thoughtful and it was obvious he had tried his hardest with it.

'Thank you for trusting me,' he had written. Oh, the irony. My stomach knotted with guilt as I thought about how horrible and unfair my actions had been.

Just then, I heard the door opening and I lifted my eyes to see Chloe stumbling through the door, this time with a bag of medicines in her hand.

She still looked like she would kill anyone that got in her way, but her expression grew serious as her eyes met mine.

"Trinity, I left you for like five minutes, what the fuck happened?"

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*Louis' PoV*

I sat back in my chair, flicking through the channels on the T.V. in a last attempt to find something to bring me out of my boredom. A few friends had text and asked if I wanted to go out, but I simply wasn't in the mood.

So there I was, watching old re-runs of 'Friends' while making myself toast for dinner. I wasn't sure what to do with myself after taking care of everything. Normally, there would be something I could do with Trinity, whether it be playing one of her stupid board games, or putting my face between her legs. I shuddered as the thought reminded me that I hadn't fucked her in pretty much two weeks. I had had way too many cold showers, but my hand made no comparison to the feeling of her around me.

Man, I missed her so much. Not just for that reason, but for everything. I missed her shitty jokes, her bad habits of stealing all of the covers and talking in her sleep, and I even missed her little nagging voice asking me to explain my every move to her.

However, once I made the phone call to my parents to end any further chances of Mr.Murray throwing my relationship into a spin, that nagging voice of hers would no longer be present. I had already asked them to deal with it a while back, that day when Trinity had ended up burning down my bloody kitchen, but never got to finish the call because I had noticed her standing there, in the sitting room.

Even thinking about that day, the day everything had started going downhill, gave me shudders through my body. I shook them away and stood up to put my plate in the dishwasher and brought my phone back to the table with me. If I was going to ring my parents again, it was better to get it over and done with.

I scrolled through my contacts until I saw my dad's name, clicking dial before I could change my mind. It began to ring and I found myself subconsciously hoping that it would go to voice-mail so I wouldn't have to talk to him. Unfortunately, he picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, Louis, what's up?" he asked casually, as if we had a normal relationship. I scoffed mentally, but kept my composure over the phone.

"I need you to do that thing that I rang you about a while back, you remember?" I spoke crisply, getting straight to the point.

I heard him clear his throat nervously on the other end of the line and I waited for a response.

"Louis," he addressed me, "You know we can't do that."

"Well, I need it done, now."

"I can't do it without a valid excuse, I'll have to see if I can find something that would give me enough reason to fire him," my father sighed, "If I don't have enough evidence, I could be the one losing my job, instead of him. I'll do my best, but no promises."

I inhaled slowly and ran my hand through my already tousled brown hair.

"Alright, just do someth-," I started to respond, but was cut off by what I was certain was a knock at my door, which was strange seeing as no-one knew the code to get past my gates.

"Dad, give me one minute," I spoke into the phone, setting it down on the table and strolling towards the front door anxiously.

I pulled open the door and something immediately caught my eye at my feet. As I bent down to have a look at it, my breath hitched. There, in front of me, was the small white box that I had originally gotten for Trinity, but had thrown outside of the shopping centre. My brain was wondering how she had found it, but my heart led me to pick it up and open it.

The two pieces of paper I had put in there were gone, replaced with one single square of paper.

'I'm sorry.x' was all it read, but I would know that writing from anywhere. It was Trinity's.

I picked up the recorder I had placed in the box only days before and took a breath before pressing the play button.

My eyes began to water as I heard her the melody of her voice echo through the speaker.

'I don't have any questions. You've already showed me everything I need to know. I'm so sorry for everything, and I'm the one who doesn't deserve you.You know where to find me, if you want to, of course.'

As the recording came to a stop, I looked up, expecting to do a sort of 'dramatic-I'm-in-a-sad-music-video' kinda thing, but a massive grin came over my face when I saw something I wasn't expecting.

Trinity was standing at my gates, rattling them with both hands in an attempt to get them open. She had obviously forgotten that, although she could get in using the code, she would need the fob on my car keys to get out.

Deciding I'd have a little fun, I wandered down the driveway to her, trying to keep my steps quiet on the hard gravel, until I was standing behind her.

"You're right," I spoke casually, "I do know where to find you: At the edge of my front garden, stuck behind my gates because you forgot how to get out."

As she whipped around to face me, her eyes were wide and expression blank, as if she was a child who had been caught doing something they shouldn't have been. Then, as she took in my wide smile, a grin graced her features and she leaped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

She immediately pressed her lips to mine hungrily, parting them with her own almost as soon her mouth had touched mine, and kissed me hard. I stumbled backwards with the impact and broke away, laughing breathily as she tried to make contact once more.

"Whoa," I teased, "Easy, tiger. At least wait until we get in side, you sex-crazed lunatic."

Her breath fanned onto my cheeks as she laughed only a small distance from my face and I leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose lightly. I dropped her to her feet and pulled her in for a hug, playing with her hair as I breathed in the familiar and comforting scent that I had missed so much.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled into my t-shirt, "I missed you so much."

I pulled back, looking her in the eye as I brushed a strand of her hair away.

"Ditto," I grinned, "Now let's go inside and have sex already, it's been two weeks and I'm a little bit desperate, if I'm honest."

Her musical laughter filled the air at my half-joke and I walked back towards the door of my house, holding her hand in mine.



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A/N: Another short update, oops! But I did update two days in a row, so it compensates.

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