Extraordinary

Chapter 12: Too Many Thoughts

Chapter 12: Too Many Thoughts

Louis’ P.O.V.

I blew it. I’ve lost her now for good. She has it all wrong though.  I’m not going to keep my rep good, I wanted her to just be okay and not hurting anymore.   After that whole incident of seeing that, she just didn’t look okay.

We should’ve became closer friends at least. All she thinks is I used her to get a good rep again.  I had to get that out of her head, but now wasn’t the time. I was still standing in front of the door a few minutes after she had left.

“Well, you had to try,” Harry mumbled behind me. There was a feeling where I wanted to punch him for saying that. I turned around and looked at him.

“What am I going to do, she really thinks that’s what I did,” I say. Harry shrugs.

“I think you need to leave her alone for a bit, she’s got enough comfort right now,” Yeah, with that guy Pat. I guess that’s a good idea. She needed space, and I may have to start all the way over again with apologizing. This time she just wouldn’t accept any of them.

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Lola’s P.O.V.

My whole body stuck to my car seat as I shivered, wet hair not making any of this better. The rain just added to my misery.

I couldn’t believe it. I was off the football team because of a stupid concussion. It just seemed so wrong. That really shouldn’t be a rule, you can’t help concussions. Although I’m sure they made it just so no more further injuries could be made.

Okay, it wasn’t completely Louis’ fault he gave me a concussion. I was just so upset that he tried to cover it up, trying to make sure I was totally okay with it all. That’s what made me so angry at him, he could’ve just told me. I’ll talk to him later about this, I shouldn’t have yelled right in his face. I was being so ridiculous. But right now, those feelings were too deep that would be dug up at another time.

It sucked that I lived so far away from Pat. I couldn’t just walk there like I could to Chloe’s. I was closer to Pat’s right now though, and sometimes a guy’s comfort is all you need. We’re there for each other no matter what, it’s just my turn of the bargain.  It’s nice with Pat though, he never minds me dropping by. And neither do I with him.

The tears kept flowing though, this whole situation wasn’t getting off my mind anytime soon. It felt so wrong to be suspended from the sport I was so good at.  

Since Pat lived in a flat, I parked on the edge of the street next to the building. I slammed the door behind me as I began sort of jogging up to the building through the rain. I was completely drenched head to toe.

Pat and his brother were the ones who shared their flat. I never heard much of his brother, he was never home. I barely remember the name, Charlie or something.

I tried wrapping my jacket around myself tighter, but that only added more water to stick to my body. There was more shivering of course as I ran down the hallway to his room.  I knocked on his door slowly. Please be home, Please be home Pat.

I could hear some sort of rummaging going on in the background, which gave me a sigh of relief. I needed him right now, he’d know exactly what to say about this. I needed his comfort and his warmth and probably another jacket.

It was about evening time now, around 5 or so, but you could barely tell with the dark clouds. I looked out one of the windows of the building, millions of little droplets of water plastered against the window. There was a small crack of thunder once in a while.

I was jerked back when Pat opened the door, wearing a white t-shirt and black sweat pants. His hair was a little disheveled, but when was it not? His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me.

“Lola? Oh my gosh what happened? Come in, you’re freezing,” he rushed, gesturing me in. Once I was inside his flat, I just stood there and started shaking.

“Is Charlie here?” I asked with chattering teeth. He looked a little disappointed at first and shook his head.

“No it's just me here, but what’s-“ I interrupt him by wrapping my arms right around his waist, the tears falling freely now. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me closer with one hand and another stroking my wet hair.  I could feel both of us collapsing onto the ground on our knees, but we both didn't seem to mind.

Pat felt so nice right now, the thickness of his t-shirt and the warmth of his body keeping me warm. He smelled like the cologne he always wore, and the feeling of just being wrapped in his arms made me feel so much better. I could feel him slowly lifting me up and carrying me over to his couch and setting me down. I didn't even lift my head up.  

“Did you know?” I croaked into his chest. I lifted my head up and looked at him through tear-stained eyes, waiting for his response.

“I’m going to be completely honest Lola, and say I’ve always known,” he whispers. Now I had the slight feeling to hit him, but there was barely any strength in me. Instead I just sighed.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? I just had to go through some serious crap because I just learned I was suspended today, and then Louis, he-“ There was a lump in my throat now, so I just leaned my head back into his chest.

“Lola, look at me,” he instructed, tilting my chin up, making me look into his eyes full of both concern and serious. “What did Louis do,” he asked not so question-like. I sighed again before I answered.

“He tried to keep his rep okay. He apologized almost everyday after it happened, even took me to a movie. Now I learned it was all a stupid ploy to just keep his famous reputation in tack, but I knew he didn’t mean to hit me. I guess you were right about him, with that bad feeling, I wish I would’ve had that fee-“ but he didn’t let me finish, he wrapped his arms tighter around me and started coaxing me again with his words.

“Louis is not a bad person. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t do that, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would do that to anyone. He’s not caught up in fame either, it doesn’t seem right,” he explains. It’s weird to think just a week ago he had the most suspicious thoughts about him, now he’s defending him.

“I think this is a sign for you, that’s there’s something even better out there for you than football,”

“Pat this was our last year, then we’re off into new adventures, and football was supposed to be my-“

“Maybe it’s not your adventure, it may not even be my adventure,”

“Oh come on Pat, you’re captain. It’s probably yours, and if football isn’t my forte then what is?” He sighs, going back to stroking my hair.

“It could be anything, there must be something more to the Lola Mulundi than football,” Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for one of our finale singers, Lola Mulundi! It was like that whole scene played right in front of us.  Pat took me out of my thoughts.

“Don’t even worry about it right now, just relax with me for a bit, no homework or anything, we’re watching movies for the rest of the night,” he whispers. I smile and nod.

“That works for me,”

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Awwww guy comfort! I want one of these moments so bad but I'm not brave enough nor do I have a guy best friend. Yeah...oh well. I loved this chapter, now we're just gonna see how Louis and Lola will deal with all this...Happy Holidays by the way! I wanted to post this right at midnight so...yeah. BTW try to come up with a shipping name...oh that's right you can't. ;)