Mosaic

Louis Tomlinson, Chapter 13

Louis Tomlinson, Chapter 13

     I woke up with an upset stomach, then my stomach made a horrible rumbling sound. The salad from last night started to come up as I darted for the toilet. I made it to the bathroom just in time for my stomach to empty the remains into the toilet bowl. "Lou, are you alright?" Harry rushed over to me. I nodded, "I think I caught the stomach bug though." He sighed, "Are you well enough to go to class?" "Yeah, I'll make it through the day, don't worry," I reply. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Haz. Don't worry about me." He sighs, "I'll try." I smiled at him. He turned and walked out of the bathroom.

     I grabbed some clothes: a t-shirt that has "Love will Tear us Apart" written on it, black skinny jeans, and converse. I took a warm shower then fluffed my hair with waves in it. I brushed my teeth and then used the mouthwash. Let this be a good day.

     I walked downstairs to see Harry eating scrambled eggs with toast and on a plate for me, he had placed some eggs and a piece. The eggs were exactly seventy-eight calories and toast was fifty-five, altogether that was one hundred thirty-three calories. He had also placed half a glass of orange juice out which was basically fifty-six calories, so if he had me to eat all of this it would be one hundred eighty-nine calories. Maybe if I just eat half of the eggs, thirty-nine calories, half of the toast, basically twenty-eight calories, then half of the orange juice, twenty-eight calories; I would only eat ninety-five calories, less than one hundred. 

     I went by that game plan, I scooped the eggs on the toast and then took a sip of juice to wash it down. I chewed slowly to trick my brain into thinking I was full. I halved my eggs down the middle and pushed one half away with my fork. I scooped the eggs upon my bread once more and took a drink. Swallow, scoop, chew; swallow, scoop, chew; was my routine. I got down to my last scoop, chewed, then swallowed the last bite. I got my glass and turned it upward until I thought I had half of the drink down. I had exactly half of everything left on my plate, I mixed the eggs up a bit and scrambled them around then tore my bread into pieces to make it an illusion. I scrapped the leftovers off my plate then quickly washed them. 

     "How much did you eat?" Harry asked me. "Almost all of it." I smiled. He smiled at me, a proud one, "I'm proud of you Lou." He brought me into a hug. I frowned when I got to his chest, I just lied to him. "How are you feeling?" "Better than I did this morning," I said in all honesty. "That's good. Tell me if you start to feel sick again, okay?" I nodded, "Okay." "Louis, will you be my Hazel Grace?" Harry looked down at me. "As long as you're my Augustus Waters," I reply. "Do you know why you're Hazel?" "Is it because I'm more feminine?" I asked rolling my eyes as we walk our way to school. He laughs, "No, it's because in the book, Augustus dies and I would rather die than live a single day without you." "Harry-" "I'm in love with you. I know I am. I'm not just saying that to just say it, but I'm saying it because I mean it. I'm in love with you, Louis. Just like Hazel, you are so much like her, Lou. Hazel doesn't believe anyone could love her and she pushes people away, she refers to herself as a grenade ready to blow up." "Why me?" I ask him, "Why did you choose me?" "Because, Lou, I love you. I love you because you're you. You're beautiful, you speak your mind, you're sassy, you're funny, and most of all, you give me something to live for." He replies. "I feel like you're still trying to stick a quote from the book into that speech to add on.." He laughs, "And you say we don't know each other." "And there it is," I say with a smile. "Did we just have a "The Fault in Our Stars" moment?" I ask him. He nods. "Okay." "Okay?" I nod, "Okay." He smiles, "Maybe we can share 'Okay' with Hazel and Gus, okay?" I smirk and I reply with, "Okay." "We're never going to let this go are we?" "Never," I reply. 

     We finally made it to our classes and said goodbye. Aubrey said that we would be performing a different kind of drama, she said it wouldn't be a drama that it would be more like a program that you would see at Disney World. This year's theme was Disney, everything Disney. We got to audition for our character and then in the program, we got to show our talents in front of the whole school. She asked us to write down our favorite Disney movie, animated or not, on a blank sheet of paper. I was excited about this program, I grabbed a blank sheet of college rule paper and wrote in my sloppy handwriting: Peter Pan, my all-time favorite movie since I was a young lad. She received all the papers and said, "The first three papers I pick up are going to be what the class gets to choose from." She reached for the papers in the middle and picked out three then said the names aloud: Up, Peter Pan, and Snow White. Aubrey had a hatred for the Snow White movie, I knew the reason: While in school, she would get called Snow White because she had ghostly, pale, white skin and a black, bob haircut; she looked exactly like Snow, but that wasn't why she disliked it, she only disliked it because she was called a prostitute because Snow had lived with seven men. "Now write your new choice on another sheet of paper." I knew she was going to withdraw Snow White, therefore, Peter had to compete with Up. I got a sheet and wrote Peter Pan then handed it back to her. She asked if she had all the papers and when she saw that no one else had one to turn in, she walked to her desk to count. Five minutes later she announced that Peter Pan had won the vote. A smile started to show on my face, Peter Pan had won this battle too.