A Lost Hope (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter 10- Letting Go

If there's something left to be learned

Then my time is running

Why should I waste it all wasted on you?

I shouldn't be trusted to live and let go

When the last of my cities have burned

Then what's left in nothing

Why did i waste it all wasted on you?

I couldn't be trusted to live and let go

-To Live and Let Go by All Time Low

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My pencil dropped on my desk as my eyes avoided Louis. I could feel his gaze on me, eagerly waiting for me to save something. My jaw dropped as I avoided his eyes and I quickly snapped it shut and stood up.

“Well, um we are done,” I said quickly, clearing my throat.

“Dawn please say something…” Louis begged as I resisted the urge to look at his face. I could hear the hurt in his voice that I hadn’t said something else.

“I just did,” I replied grabbing my bag as my eyes flicked to clock. 6:59. I just had to wait one more minute and then I could go home and call carry out and watch reruns of Project Runway. Louis sighed loudly as I kept my gaze on the papers I filed away.

“Look, I know you may not feel the same way,” Forty more seconds, “but please just tell me how you feel.”

“I refuse to answer such a ridiculous question,” I snapped putting my pencil back in its holder.

“Stop it Dawn! You either feel it or you don’t. I know you still love me,” He smirked. “I can tell by the way you look at me.” I rolled my eyes.

“I most certainly do not Mr. Tomlinson,” I sneered, clenching my teeth. I started towards the door but ran into a body.

“Prove it,” he smiled as I finally looked up at him. His blue eyes shown with mischief and longing. His tongue moistened his lips and I knew what he was going to do. “If you don’t kiss back, I’ll know you don’t feel the same way and I’ll let you go. I promise.” I looked at him blankly as he wrapped his firm arms around me.

Ever so slowly his lips touched mine, barely brushing them before he pushed them firmly onto mine. The fire in my stomach roared to life as he drew me closer, as close as possible, and insistently I kissed him back. My hands found their way to the nape of his neck where the interlocked together as Louis’s thumbs rode up under my shirt slightly and drew circles on my back. Ever so gently, his teeth grasped my lower lip and slightly tugged, willing for me to grant him access. My mind screamed stop, that this was going too far, but my whole body gave in as my lips parted and his tongue met mine. My hands drew him closer and my fingers lightly tickled the back of his neck as he moaned softly into my mouth. Immediately I drew away. Louis gave me a look of confusion as I picked up my bag and my way to the door. He grasped my wrist as I turned.

“Tell me you didn’t feel that!” he yelled desperately clinging onto my arm. I hesitantly glanced at his face then the door.

“Oh I felt it, I just wish not to believe it,” I scolded and yanked my hand away. I stormed out of the office and checked my watch.

7:02. I should be getting paid extra for staying late.

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“OMG Christopher is such a bitch!” Gunnar from Project Runway proclaimed as the spiky hair guy cut his leopard print dress.

“You know who else is a bitch?” I replied to the TV, mouth stuffed with Chinese, “Louis fucking Tomlinson.”

“I heard that,” said a voice. I screamed as I turned around to see none other than Louis leaning against my door frame.

“You can’t just break into people’s houses!” I yell wrapping a blanket around my body. I had taken off my pants and changed into just my pajama shirt that fell to my mid thighs and my underwear.

“Technically love, your door was unlocked,” he smirked falling onto the couch and taking a bite of my spring roll.

“Get out,” I said pointing to the door and glaring at the messy haired boy on my sofa.

“No.”

“Um yes.”

“Uh no.”

“LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE,” I screamed my hands balling into fists.

“You know my middle name is William not fucking. Fucking was my middle name back in high school,” he winked as he watched the models strut down the catwalk. “That dress is a monstrosity,” he proclaimed scrunching up his nose.

“Are you kidding me?” I mumbled under my breathe.

“No it really is horrid,” Louis replied having heard me. I groaned as I ran my fingers through my locks of hair.

“You’re impossible!” I yelled throwing my hands in the air.

“But my first name isn’t Kim,” he grinned as I shot him a confused look. “You know like Kim Impossible?”

“It was Kim POSSIBLE you bloody idiot.” I sneered at him.

He had a look on his face before blurting out, “Then my first name is KIM!”

I smacked my forehead trying to suppress a grin. He laughed at his own joke.

“Now I’m Kim Fucking Tomlinson,” he grinned bobbing his head side to side. I scoffed as I made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge to grab a Diet Sprite before feeling two arms snake around my waist. I yelped as I threw my can on the floor, it exploding into a fountain of fizz. Louis laughed into my ear as he snuggled his face into the crook of my neck.

“Louis get off of me now!” I demanded. His warm breath fanned my neck sending shivers down my spine as he sighed.

“Come on Dawn! Can’t you just forgive me?” He pleaded.

“NO!” I screamed throwing the glass I had drawn from the cupboard onto the floor. The shards flew out everywhere much like water from a broken sprinkler. Glass sliced my shin as I winced in pain and Louis stood bewildered on top of my table unharmed.

I started to cry in frustration as I fell to the floor. I pulled my legs to my chest and buried my head into my arms. Everything was going so horribly. I left to avoid him and he just kept coming back into my life. I felt his warm hands pull mine away from my tear stricken face. His blue eyes gave off a calming vibe. He pulled me into his hard chest as I sobbed and by now I didn’t care. I had to learn to live and let go. 

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