I wrap my blanket tighter around myself as shivers run up my spine. I'm unable to keep myself warm or battle off the body aches that have confined me to the living room couch.
Belle is sitting on the floor in front of me, working on her homework. Her small hands quickly raced across the paper
"This really isn't necessary" Belle says
"Why is that" I cover my mouth as I let out a cough
"Because you could just breathe on me and I could get whatever you have" She turns around to give me a sly smile "Then I wouldn't have to go back to school"
"You're a nut" I say, resting my eyes
"Oh-Louis is coming to bring you some juice" Belle says, reaching into her pencil case
My eyes shoot back open "What?"
"I said Louis is comin-"
"He can't see me like this-it's way too soon into this whole thing. He doesn't have to like me when I look like death yet" I ramble to myself
"Re-lax" Belle rolls her eyes "Just because you look horrible does not mean he won't like you anymore"
I stare at my child "Thanks." I say plainly
I haven't really talked to Annabelle about Louis and I. There hasn't seemed to be a need to. I have a feeling Liam took care of that for me without telling me. Belle seems to know everything about Louis and I without me revealing any information to her.
A quick knock sounded at the door before it swung open. I quickly reached for my blanket and threw it over my face.
"Hi Louis" I heard Anabelle say.
Please just drop off the juice and leave. Please just drop off the juice and-
"Lacie?"
Shoot.
"She doesn't want you to see her when she looks disgusting" Belle so kindly tells Louis
I purse my lips before slowly lowering the blanket
"Hi" I said "I was just. . .admiring how soft this blanket was" I nod "Super soft" I rub it against my face
Louis let out a laugh before bringing over a container of green juice
"I'm sure its very soft" he goes along with me while getting out a sleeve of Styrofoam cups "Drink a full cup of this three times a day with each meal" He says
"That looks so gross" I watch the green lumpy liquid into slide into the cup
"Ah, its not too bad. It will make you get better a lot faster though, so drink up"
My face scrunches up as I pull the cup closer
"On second thought, I like being sick" I smile
"Lace" Louis says firmly
"Fine" I groan, closing my eyes while I chug down the green slime.
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Hours passed and my fever only continues to climb
"Please just let me take you to the doctor, Chels" Louis said, wringing his hands.
"Chels?" I say as dozens of thoughts pound in my head
Who the heck is Chels?
"I mean Lacie" he shook his head
"I really don't need to go" I said with my hand pressed to my forehead, now annoyed with the man standing above me
