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Discrete↭Louis

Hope P.O.V

It's been 5 months since I last saw him accidentally in a cafe, even longer since we texted or called? Well that was just a decade ago at least that's what it felt like. I wanted to make peace so I thought of texting him; obviously he had different ideas.

Hi

I'm good thanks

I do miss him, I can't put my finger on it but I miss how he'd make me laugh any moment. The warmth he'd provide me with, the way he'd kiss me
I miss cuddling up next to him. But most importantly I miss looking at his eyes; in a way I can't describe. I'd forget everything but never those blue eyes.

Not Luke's eyes.

I walked to my local supermarket buying cereal and milk as well as cigarettes for I've ran shot on 'em.

I started to feel up for my wallet cursing for forgetting it, "Forgot my wallet." I told the cashier, he rolled his eyes and I just walked out. Kicking rocks on the way out ready to walk back, I looked up at the sky the same one he might be looking at. I really thought he was The One but, apparently 6 other girls thought similarly.

I thought I read him inside out, I thought we didn't need words. I thought we had no fears, strong together. It felt pathetic to mourn about it for so long, and when I say long I mean we broke up 7 months ago. Yet I can't shake his callous comments, and I was the bad guy? I, the one who gave up my dream job just so I can stay near him.

Oh yeah, did I mention that? Here is a listen for you guys, if he really loves you he'll never ask you to quit something you love. Because that's what makes you You. If he really cares he'll make up the time; not fit you in his spare time.

"Hey wait!" I heard someone call. I stopped walking turning around swiftly.
"Here," the guy gestured handing me a shopping bag. I looked at him suspiciously taking it looking inside; I frowned at the realization. My milk and cereal and cigarettes and gum?

"Uhmm thanks, you didn't have to." I said, clearing my throat for my voice came out hoarse - also known as after crying session voice.

He plugged his eyebrows, before smiling at me. "No worries love," his accent I couldn't make up what part of the country was he from.

"My apartment is just around the corner. I'll run get the money it would take 5 minutes." I suggested.

"Don't be ridiculous, it was nothing."

"No really I have to pay you back, I can't stand that." I said taking a few steps ahead.
He chuckled shaking his head following me. "I'm Louis by the way."

"My name is Hope," I said.

"Pretty ironic, don't get me wrong but you look like shit." He pointed.

"Geeez thanks. Wow I'm blown away right now with your humble generous compliments." I said, offended.

She laughed, "Honesty is key to a healthy friendship."

"Friendship ha?" I have gave him a side glance.

He smiled shyly, cumbersomely changing topic. "I moved in last month. For how long have you been living around the neighbourhood?"

"Three years, welcome. Where are you originally from I can't make your accent." I replied.

"Oh I'm from South Yorkshire,"

"England? What brought you to America?"

"Well, I'm perusing my music."

"You sing?" I asked, taking interest.

"Yeah a little bit, I have a band with a few of my friends. Just you know on YouTube we'd like to go international but...."

From his voice I couldn't imagine him singing, so I nodded. "How many hits?" I asked referring to his YouTube channel.

"Uhmm 200, we have been doing it for a years now."

"200 thousand?" I asked walking around the corner.

"200 million," he chuckled.

I turned around walking backwards. "A little bit. You're married to your hobby job man that's amazing. We're here."

He smiled, "It was really around the corner."

"Yeah hold on a second." I said about to go upstairs.

"How about you give my good morning coffee tomorrow; and get some sleep. You don't really wanna go all the way up and back for.... 2 dollars?" He pointed.

I shrugged, guess I'm a bad lazy girl. That's so true. Somehow, It felt like a date. So I did what I thought I should do, that's trying not to give into him.

"I don't drink coffee,"

"I'm drinking coffee, not you Hope." He replied swiftly walking away.
"I drink my coffee at 7. Caramel Espresso from Starbucks." He ordered, standing in front of the building on the other side of mine.
"Or your repayment will be doubled." He reminded opening the door to a seemingly complex? While I just watched.

"Good night J-Hope," he smiled, before closing the door.

"J-hope?"

"Yeah, an angel and hope."

It took me a while to process, before I got startled again by my new neighbour? "Oh good you still there, I forgot to tell you. Do you know what my favourite saying is? That was rhetorical of course you don't." Louis rambled a little bit. I giggled; mindlessly touching my chest - I almost forgot the sound of my laugh.

Dad always loved my laugh, jingle of Hope Joy bells. It's ridicule, Louis grinned. "I thought I didn't have a chance of making you laugh. Resign my life, but not my honour. Your pride and regard for yourself can only grow as much as you let it. Just capitulate to new chances, Yeah?" He gave me a side smile, I wanted to make his eye colour but couldn't in spite of the dark night I knew they were beautiful.
I nodded in a trace, "I'll see you tomorrow Hope."
He ended.

I smiled to myself, going upstairs.
This guy just came about time, at least someone to talk to.

Hello BEAUTIFUL readers, 988 WORDS! 24th of July, 2017 @ 3:42 PM

I started to write this: more than 8 months ago Lol by this 👇👇👇👇

Discrete means separate or individual. She thought life was easier lived independently but not until she met a brown haird boy who made her laugh. "I resign my life, but not my honour" is a discrete proposition, he told her once when she asked him what his favorite saying would be.

Lots of love ❤❤❤

Mimi ✌