through the window // larry stylinson

chapter three

chapter three

There I stood, dumbfounded at what had just happened. I had finally been to doing things to Louis that I had been dreaming of doing since I first saw him, and then he just ran right out the door. I couldn’t fathom why it had happened.

It was easy to say that I was a little devastated.

Frowning, I decided that there was no reason to stay now, so I too, headed out of the doors.

Once I was home, I went straight to my bed, not even bothering to change clothes. This was so unlike me. I didn’t get attached to people like this. But there was something about him…

No. I didn’t like him. I was only attracted to him because he was hot, nothing more.

But what a great arse… My subconscious muttered.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. I was sure to dream of him tonight, that much was obvious. No matter how much I might try to say otherwise.

~the next morning~

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Unnngggg….” I gargled groggily. I sat up and slammed the off button on the alarm clock with my fist. I truly hated mornings, they were the bane of my existence, but in order to support myself like any other adult I had to get up.

While brushing my teeth after my bowl of cereal, I suddenly remembered the dream I had had the previous night.

Louis and I had been sitting in the back row of a movie theatre, watching some romantic comedy, feeding each other popcorn and kissing. It was so wonderful until I realized it wasn’t reality.

That had made the morning 300% worse. It was nice just pretending that had really happened, though.

I finished getting ready and got into my car, rushing to turn it on as this was London and the mornings were most always bitterly cold. I flicked a finger to the switches on the dashboard, effectively turning the defrost on.

Trying to diminish my thoughts of Louis, I also pressed the ‘on’ button on the radio. L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole came on. It was one of my favorites, since primary school. I belted out the lyrics while I drove to work.

*a/n if you've never heard that, shame on you bc classic but go look it up*

As I sang, though, I couldn't stop thinking about Louis.

Why do you keep lying to yourself? You obviously like him! Again, that little voice in my head was talking to me.

“I must be going insane,” I said aloud.

But you know I’m right.

“Or maybe I have multiple personality disorder…” I whispered weakly.

I pulled the car over and put it in park, resting my head in my heads. This wasn’t working anymore. I couldn’t deny it another second.

“I like Louis.” A huge grin plastered itself onto my face. “I LIKE LOUIS!” I yelled for anyone to hear. I’m sure anyone passing by on the road thought I was crazy.

Wow, this was new. I hadn't actually liked a guy since... god, I don't even know.

The mini me in my head did a little happy dance.

~after work, outside of Louis’ apartment building~

“He can’t run away now, can he?” I said to myself and chuckled nervously. I adjusted the roses I had bought for Louis at the florists’ in my arms. What can I say? I suppose I’m a romantic.