The Rich and Poor 》 l.t Book 1 ✅

Chapter Thirty

A/N CHAPTER THIRTY OMG!!! 

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-Isabella' POV-

I groaned as I woke up the next morning. I looked to my side and Louis was no where to be seen. The shower wasn't running nor were there voices heard down stairs. I looked at the alarm clock's glowing red numbers that told me it was after nine in the morning. How much sleep did I get? I can't even remember getting into bed. 

I sat up straight and stretched. I looked down and realised Louis had me in his shirt. We don't normally do stuff like this, I've never felt comfortable wearing his shirts or him really seeing me with so little clothing. But really, he's seen me in my underwear before so I don't know why I'm still so shy about this.

I pulled my legs over the bed and and headed to the bathroom. I walked in and locked the door, making sure no one could enter if they happened to walk in. I stripped off Louis's shirt and my underwear and climbed into the warm water. 

As the warmness and pressure of the water hit my body I relaxed a lot more. I wasn't stressed or anything, it just made me feel calm and collected, like something could go right for once.

After I washed my hair and body I climbed out of the now turned off shower. I grabbed the towel off the rack that was now classed as mine and started drying myself down. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked back out to Louis's room. I went through Louis's drawers and grabbed another one of his shirts and slipped it on. I continued my search through another one to find shorts or something I could wear, all my clothes are dirty at the moment and I would prefer Louis to wash them, in case his parents come home and wonder what the hell I'm doing. 

Once I just picked a pair of boxes I slipped them up and folded over the waist band a few times so they didn't fall down. I discarded my towel into the bathroom and walked back into the room, that's pretty much all my life revolves around lately. 

I looked through Louis's desk draws and looked for a rubber band, since I don't have a hair tie one of them will have to do. When I found one, well a ball of them, I grabbed the one on top and pulled my damp hair into a bun, which some strands already fell out of. 

I grabbed my art book from under the bed and smiled as I looked at the first picture I drew in it. Louis. I flipped through my filled pages and stopped once I came across a blank one. I grabbed the pencils from the bedside table draw and spread them out around me. I glanced at my options and finally chose the regular lead pencil and thought hard about what I should draw. So many options... So many happy options I can think of now, that I wouldn't be thinking if it weren't for Louis. He's the light of my life, even if he has emotionally hurt me multiple times over the past few months. 

When the idea came to me, I started, smiling the whole time, thinking of one person. Louis.

-Louis's POV-

I sat on the oval at lunch. Since it was a nice day, considering the time of month, I thought I'd make the most of it. Harry and Bri were here too, joining me on the nice day. Harry sat with his legs out in front of him and spread enough for Bella to sit in between. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close, resting his head on her shoulder. It was cute, something I wish I could do with Bella right now.  

I felt bad for leaving her this morning without a goodbye, but she didn't wake up when I did like she usually did. I hope she wasn't mad at me.

"What's up Lou?" Bri asked kindly, ending my thoughts of Bella. 

"Just thinking. I didn't get to say a goodbye to Bella this morning" I sighed, and waited for Harry's teasing to begin.

"You're so love struck!" I rolled my eyes. That was a lame go at me, but he can't talk, he's so whipped on Bri it's not funny. Since he met her he's spent more time with her than me, not that I'm mad or jealous, because I've got Bella.