Midnights.

Chapter 31 - Scars shit.

CHAPTER 31

It’s Louis.

‘’Luna-‘’

‘’No, stop it. You’re not even Harry.’’ I say, closing my eyes and shutting the door at one second. I pin my back to the cold door and slowly fall down, tears are already flowing rapidly. I hear some knockings on the door, but I have chosen to ignore them. Louis calls out my name, ‘’Luna! Open up the door.’’

‘’No!’’ I shout back in tears. Just because he manages to call me doesn’t mean all the scars he had given are all forgotten.

‘’Luna, why are you doing this to me? You miss me right, like, the way I’ve been missing you! Why do you stop contacting me anyway? Luna, please open the door. Don’t make me a fool here!’’ My eyes widen in shock, unable to believe what Louis just said. He misses me, he says? He asks why I stop contacting him? I sarcastically laugh at his state of being a total jerk. He was the one who made me stop contacting him. Everything is because of him, and now he is ‘blaming’ me? The tears still jerk from my eyes, another flashback coming to my mind.

-Flashback.

Doncaster, 1th February 2009

I hurriedly run upstairs as it’s already 10 P.M. Dad will be so mad if he figures out that I’m not asleep yet. He just got home from work and he will just kill me if he sees me playing around downstairs. I go to my room and immediately check my phone. A really old phone. Seriously, when will I be 14? 29th August is still way too long. I won’t get a new phone until that damn date and it’s really torturing me.

My phone is fully charged, which is good. I lock my room, just in case my parents will barge in and give another lecture of ‘a proper sleeping time for a student like you’.

This phone is old, but at least I can browse Twitter and Facebook. Without those two social networks, I’ll be dead, most probably.

I scroll my timeline. Heartbreaking tweets color it, not long until I figure out that Louis is the one retweeting them all.

I jump to my bed and cover my whole body with my pink bedcover. Actually I don’t really like the color pink, since it’s too girlish- but all thanks to my damn father to buy it for me. He said, ‘’What kind of girl of you, why the hell do you choose black? Act more girly.’’ And whatsoever he can say.

I look at the Twitter name, @Louis_Tomlinson. Should I stalk it again, just like what I used to do when Louis was still in the Hall Cross? I still can’t believe he had graduated. He left me too fast; leaving me all alone again. He was a really good and charming senior, one heck of a popular guy in school who unbelieveably, wanted to befriend with me. But everything has terribly changed since he left. He doesn’t seem to give any more damn to me. We did text-message each other every week, but it’s just different. Everytime he comes to Hall Cross he never manages to see me. He does greet me twice but that’s it. Every night he haunts me in my dreams, making me unable to move on. I’m still in love with him, with no doubts.

It’s been a month since I last talked to him. I spend my days missing him but I just don’t know what to do.These days our chats seem to be awkward and he doesn’t seem to have spirits to talk to me again. The last time I chatted him about my hard Biology homework, and that’s it. I don’t know his condition.

I don’t realize it anymore when I tap his username. My thumb scrolls over his timeline, revealing him retweeting all- heartbreaking tweets. What happens to him? I know the fact that he’s in love with a girl in one age with him. Her name is Kimmie, and she is so beautiful. She was a school popular and I know that a guy like Louis will like her soon enough, and it comes to no shock when Louis spammed me that night talking about how deep he is in love with Kimmie. It hurts me to know he loves another girl, despite of everything we had done. He kissed me once, he told me we might date someday but that’s all about it. I know he doesn’t want to be with me.