My Happy Ending (Larry Stylinson)

The Fight

Evelyn's POV

''So what is the year when Columbus arrived to the Americas?'' I asked Louis, as my hand was on my chin, clearly annoyed with studying history. ''1692?'' he answered-more like asked me. I rolled my eyes and let out a groan of frustration. ''It's 1492... How can your arse be so big yet your brain teeny like pea? It's like the fifth time I've told you that.'' His head snapped towards me, his eyebrows was pulled together he then said, ''Hey!'' ''Yeah, yeah I know, sorry.'' I then said with an apologetic smile plastered on my face. He shook his head to forgiving me yet I knew he was only teasing me. ''Aww come on.'' I then looked at him with adorable puppy eyes. ''Fine.. I forgive you, but you know that I'm only doing this coz I love you, right?'' he said as his lips curved into a grin. I rolled my eyes again and let out a breathy chuckle. Suddenly he threw his book on the floor out of anger. ''I HATE HISTORY! I mean, why do we have study that? They're all dead anyways.''

''Well, you gotta, whether you like it or not, so go back to this, when did World-War one-'' I was cut off by my phone ringing. I slipped my hand down my pocket and fished out my phone as I answered the call. ''Yeah?'' I heard Dylan on the other line asking me what I was doing, I told him that I was studying with Louis and I could hear him annoying me on the other line, I was going like ''Uh-Hmm'' the entire time but I didn't pay any attention what he was saying, I just stared at my history book with a blank expression on my face.

Ever since we started dating, he has been over-protective of me and I-I just don't really seem to like that. I am fine on my own, I don't need someone telling me what to do and what not to do. Yeah, he's my "boyfriend" and all but I just don't need him knowing what I'm doing every moment in my life. It's just-weird and I need my own personal space.

After some time, he finally finished talking and I immediately hung up on him with a "Byeeee". ''Spill it'' Louis said, not looking up from his history book. ''What? What do you mean?'' I asked, clearly confused. ''You don't really like him, do ya?'' and this time, he dropped the book onto the desk and crawled onto my bed, kneeling on it, with a little smile on his face. ''What are you talking about? I...I like him...'' my voice trailed off, I looked down on the ground, scratching the back of my head as I forced a smile. ''Yea... right, like I'mma believe that.'' ''Fineee, you win, I just... I don't know, I just-I don't know and I don't give a damn. Umm maybe this is what being in a relationship feels like.'' I said as I shrugged my shoulders. ''No, being in a relationship is like... smiling whenever they smile because it doesn't matter how much your day sucks because their smile is just... it's like the medicine to everything; even just a simple graze will make butterflies in your stomach, laughing at the cute text messages they send you. But not what irritated when they are talking with you.''

I let out a deep exhale. ''Yeah, whatever. I don't know, I guess I'll be with him until the right person comes along. I mean he's a great boyfriend and all but I just don't like the fact that he's too self-centered and a bully.'' His eyebrows were raised. ''Huh... Never thought of that.. soooo you got your eye on anyone?'' I snorted and said,'' are ya seriously kidding me? No! What about you?'' He blushed and shook his head. ''Whatever you say Tommo,'' I said with a smile tugging on the corner of my lips.

It was so damn obvious that he is crushing on someone but if he doesn't wanna talk about it, I ain't gonna force him to.

I dropped onto the bed and lied onto it, closing my eyes and curling into a ball, tiredness taking over my body slowly until Louis yelled really loudly, making me jump up from my bed, glaring at him. ''Seriously? I'm supposed to sleep!'' I whined as my eyelids grew heavier again. ''Noooooo Marcel texted meeeeeeeee.'' I rubbed my eyes and felt my warm palm against my skin as I looked with him in turmoil as I mouthed him a "what?" ''Who.The.Hell.Is.Marcel.?'' His eyebrows furrowed but the smile didn't vanish, ''Oh come on! The guy? With the glasses? He's new? Dylan almost killed me coz I stepped up for him?''