-----Luke's P.O.V.-----
I awaken on the couch, arm draped over Violet's sholder, and someone knocking furiously at the door. I was so glad mum was on a buisness trip, because coming home to me lying on the couch with a girl would cause many questions to arise. Questions that I was not prepared or ready to answer. I was still confused about Violet and I's 'thing' but I didn't really mind it. I looked down at her, not wanting to get up amnd get the door, but knowing I had to. I cautiously get up, moving her head off of my shoulder and guiding her head down the the couch. Once I knew she wasn't going to go flying off the couch I hurried over to the entryway, and finally to the door. I open the door to nearly get punched in the stomach by Louis, who was pounding on the door.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were opening the door." he laughed a little, as if nothing had changed between us since the dance and the whole Violet thing.
"Yeah. It's fine. What are you doing here?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck nervously. I really hoped he wasn't here to fight with me. I missed hanging out with him more than I would like to admit.
"I missed hanging with you, so I just thought I would come over and patch things up? No hard feeling about....you know....Vi?" he seemed genuine so I nodded my head, trying not to show how happy I was that he wasn't still mad at me. I needed my best friend, but I wasn't the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve. I never would have appoligized to him, unless he did first, and thats what was happening. "Nice. So how about some video games?" he pushed past me, making his way toward the living room, but I shout at him.
"Louis! Hold on. You should know that Violet is here."
"Here? Now?" his eyes widen, and even though he tries to hide it, I can see the glimer of sadness in his eyes.
"Yeah. But we could still hang in my room?" I suggested, letting some of my feelings escape in my voice.
"Alright then." is all Louis says, hurring up the steps to my room.
-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes and lookig around for Luke. I hadn't exactaly said I was going to spend the night, and I hadn't meant to, but I guess we had just fallen asleep. The TV was off and it was realitivly quiet, until I heard a shout that made me jump.
"YOU CHEATED!!" The British Accent gave Louis away.
"Hahaha, no way! I always win at this." Luke's laugh was so cute. He should laugh more often. Wait. My mind put two and two together, realizing that Louis and Luke weren't fighting, but having fun. I slowly got up, making my way to the stairs and gingerly climbling them one by one. I wondering if Louis knew I was here. I wondered if Louis was still mad at Luke, or worse, at me. Then again I should be the one mad at him. After what he did with Kylie, crushing my heart!? But I did the same thing with Luke. I reached the top of the stairs, stopping to think. I listened to them laugh, feeling guilty. Louis and Luke were great friends, and if I walked in there right now I would just mess it all up. They were both better off without me. So I turned around and went a little quicker down the stairs, grabbing my things and making the decision to just leave. I slipped on my converse, not even stopping to tie them, and walked right out the door to find my way home. Turns out though that I had no clue where home was from Luke's place. But that didn't stop me from leaving the house. My mind was made up, and I wasn't going back their, for the good of the two boys I cared about. I wondered around, praying that it wouldn't turn out like one of those cheesey movie scenes when the girl is upset and walking around and says something along the lines of "this couldn't get worse". But then it starts raining and making it worse. That's exactly what I did NOT want. I was bummed, but I didn't want to dwell on my bad mood. I wanted to try and stay positive, so that's what I did. I walked down the side walk with such a big smile that it was obviously fake, but I figured it would make me happier. So I kept it up until my cheeks aced from the smile, and my feet hurt from the continuous walk to nowhere. I paused, sitting on the nearest lawn. My feet screamed out and not long after so did my stomach. It was nearing lunch now, and here I was in front of some strangers house, sitting in their lawn and probably looking like a homeless person! I looked over at the house to make sure no one was watching me through a window, calling the cops and telling them some homeless teen was stalking their house or something crazy like that. No sign of anything in the windows except furniture. Familiar furniture. Furniture I had seen nearly every day. I was sitting in Kylie's lawn. I silently debated knocking on the door, but shook off the idea. Kylie betrayed me, but then again I couldn't be mad at her forever could I? Maybe it would be best if we talked. Without another thought I hopped up, knocking on the door I had knocked on oh so many times before. Kayley opened the door, but I didn't even give her time to greet me. I pushed past her, running up the stairs to Kylie's room.
"Kylie? It's me and I-" I start, opening her door without warning, and the image that greets me was so unpleasant that I stopped in my tracks. "What happened?!" I ask Kylie. She shifted her position on her bed, looking like she got run over by a train carrying an entire zoo. Her hair was all over the place, sticking up and in need of a shower.
"I....I dunno." She slurs, and that's when I realize that I chose the wrong time to come here. I finally want to apologize and make up with Kylie for good, and now she was drunk. But of course I couldn't leave her. So I say down on the bed next to her and just hugged her.
-----the next day-----
Obviously I had no choice but to sleep over at Kylie's that night, I had to makes sure she was okay. And it was actually a pretty great night. But now that she was awake the moring after all she did was complain. And I, as her friend, tried to get her mind off of sickness and talk about other things to keep her mind occupied.
-----Kylie's P.O.V.-----
"So have you thought about baby names yet?" Violet asked me, putting the photograph she had been looking at back down on my desk. A photo of Niall and I that I had taken a few days ago. It was such a perfect photo that I thought it needed to be printed, framed, and have a perfect spot on my desk. Niall smiled, showing his teeth for once which I knew he didn't like to do because they had always made him feel insecure even though they were straight now, and I smiled as well. The reason the photo was perfect was because we were both genuinly happy being together, and just enjoying the little moments in each other presence.
"Kind of." I shurgged a bit as she turned to face me. "Rose Horan? Kendall Horan? Anna Horan? Which sounds the cutest?" I giggle, thinking of a bundle of baby wraped in a nice pink blanket in my arms.
"What if she grows up to be a murderer? You don't want a name too cute!"
"Violet!" I shouted, even though I knew she wasn't being insulting.
"What? I'm just saying-" she sat down on my bed indian style next to me. "-how would you like to be watching the Most Wanted shows and see something like 'CuitePatootie Horan, the murderer'" That sent us both into laughter.
"I would never choose that cute of a name. And my daughter better not grow up to be a cerial killer." I stuck my tongue out at Violet who just shurgged jokingly.
"Well, you never knooow." she taunted, looking back at the photo she had just been holding. "Avery Horan. Aubrie Horan?" she tested some names out. I smile, thinking about holding my baby for the first time. I wonder what it would feel like to actually have a part of you in your arms. "It's weird seeing you and my brother you know." I knew what she was doing, trying to distract me from morning sickness and being hungover, but I didn't mind. It was actually working, and it reminded me of how much I loved Violet. She was my best friend, and I couldn't live without her.
