One Life

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sometimes you guys wonder what's gonna happen next when I leave cliffhangers, but shit, I wonder the same thing. I just really go with the flow, and write spontaneously .x

& I'll stop writing "Stella's POV" in the beginning of every chapter cos it annoys the fub out of me.

This is a filler chapter... I think that's what the "fancy" & "great" writers say for a short chapter. Looool okieee.

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Chapter Twenty-Four~

I turned slowly, eyes glued to the ground, blindly reaching for my cannula.

"Look," I begun, almost losing my balance in the process. "It's not what you think..."

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, centuries, and millenniums passed before I got an answer. It was beyond what I expected though.

"I didn't think anything of it. Look, I don't know not a scrap piece of yours and Harry's relationship status... But you'd better explain to him before he gets the wrong idea..."

And when I heard the voice before me, I did lose my balance.

Louis, it seemed to be. Being sincere which came as much as a shock to me. He caught me by the arm before I'd fallen from his voice startling me.

"You're not Harry." I almost said, but that would have been stupid. And Louis would have thought I was on some type of drugs. Of course, he wasn't Harry. Complete opposites.

But Harry wouldn't have to know about the scenario that just played out, if no one had told him, right?

Right.

"...and if you don't," he continued, making me flinch. He could read my mind! "I wouldn't be so sure it'd even be a secret for long. Give it the night, and it'll be everywhere by tomorrow morning."

Gosh. I was screwed. Because I didn't want him to not have feelings for me anymore even if I told him the truth. Without thinking about it too much, I instantly begin walking past Louis and into the direction that we'd come from, though separately.

I wasn't worth being in a magazine, let alone ON one!

"Where you going?" I hadn't gotten far away from Louis before he could even try to jog along with me. You know, like how they do it in movies.

In order to catch up, all he had to do was turn around and I was still stood before him. Traipsing with heavy feet, and frozen legs. Even Aunt Lucy who was damn there 70, with exaggeration obviously, walked faster than I!

"Home, to go to sleep." I said with uncontrollable teeth chatter as if it were the most obvious thing possible.

I was highly moody, but then again, PMSing girls are always like that, and I seem to be having a period everyday.

I didn't know what I was saying as I had thought aloud what I wanted at the moment. Louis said nothing further. I didn't know how I was getting home, but I'd figured out a way.

Once I were to get inside of Lucy's house, I would have went straight for a hoodie or jacket from somewhere, and I'd been on my way. Maybe even sweats or pants.

My thoughts were completely flipped when I'd seen Harry's face for the first time since at the dinner table stood outside on the porch, making my stupid plan otherwise. Asshole.

For no reason at all, he was an asshole.

Louis walked straight inside. And I'd instantly sat on the porch swing with my hands upon my face.