Let Me Hear Your Voice ENGLISH

life in London

Lily P.O.V.

I was in shock. So I was, all the time, only the little secret of a pseudo rock stars. It's, once again, typical that I didn't recognize him, is it my fault that I don't concern myself with who sings what song and what band looks the hottest. This state didn't last long and I felt anger and disappointment coming up. I want that he immediately makes a clean sweep. I stood up and marched to Louis who was still standing in the doorway and had seen everything. While I blamed him for everything I could think of and pushing him against the chest, it occurred to me that I would be much more in the mood to slap him. That's absurd, it wouldn't change anything. Louis looked at me scared, I even thought for a brief moment, to see fear in his eyes. Maybe he was just afraid that he loses me if he told me. Oh don't be so naive! I admonished myself in thought.

"I.. uh.. my name isn't Baker. My real name is Tomlinson." Louis quietly brought out. I gave a short laugh. "It just keeps getting better! Probably they over there are in truth, Greg, Edward, Andy and Mary!" I mused, pointing to Niall, Harry, Zayn and Perrie, which pursued my little outburst by incredulous expression. "Lily listen to me. I haven't lied to you, I told you.. I was just not telling the whole truth." Louis wanted to grab my hand but I pulled it away. I don't want that he is nice to me, I'm really mad at him. Louis looked injured to the ground, clenching his hand into a fist with which he had grabbed me. He looked into my eyes and sighed, before he began to speak: "Please, there's a reasonable explanation for everything, for me it's just... a little more complicated when I get to know someone... as for you." "Why, what is so complicated of telling the person you like the truth?" I asked desperately because I just don't understand. I noticed how single tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. I will certainly not going to cry like a little brat now! I don't want him to think that I am weak. I turned around slowly and walked towards the door leading to the hallway. Louis just stood there and said nothing. "It's probably better if I go now." I noticed and stepped out into the hallway. I wrapped myself in my coat and put on my shoes. There was no one to stop me when I opened the door and disappeared.

Now that I was alone the tears were unstoppable. The people in the subway looked but I didn't sincerely care. I had been so happy that I didn't have to be alone and then it took such a terrible end. So much for a "Happy" Birthday. Dejected, I got out of the subway and went to my apartment. Inside, I threw my coat carelessly on the couch and kicked my shoes into a corner. As remotely, I went into my bedroom and didn't even bother to put on my sleeping stuff. I just want hide under my blanket and hope that the new year bring something better.

When I woke up the next morning, at first I wasn't sure if this all really happened. I had a headache and my eyes were burning, carefully, I toddled into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. God I looked awful! The hair stood out in all directions and my eyes were swollen. I've probably cried me to sleep and all because of a boy! I tamed my hair and brush my teeth. While I was pacing back and forth with the toothbrush in my mouth in the bathroom, I thought of yesterday evening. Perrie, with whom I had talked really much and even though I usually hate it when I have to talk to people I don't know. Zayn, of which I had thought he would have killed someone. I had to laugh at the thought of how Louis had looked, as I had asked him about it. Louis. "How about if you look for your own girl?" his words echoed in my head. So I'm his girl. It made me happy when I thought that he doesn't want to share me in any case but at the same moment an oppressive feeling came up in me. If I'm his girl, why did he played this to me all the time? Shaking my head, I rinsed my mouth and tried to scare away the thought of him. From my bedroom dresser I fished a gray sweatpants and a plain turquoise shirt. A look in my living room, a very large kitchen would it describe better, told me that everything was as I had left it. To the right of the door stood a black sofa and opposite a TV with a DVD player, if you went, four major steps to the left, from the small coffee table, you would stand in the middle of the kitchen. The kitchen was not very exiting, there was a dishwasher, a refrigerator, a stove and a kettle. If you went back two steps further, you could look out of the large double window in front of this stood an old white table with two mismatched wooden chairs. I liked my apartment with all the different furniture, it made me mad when I saw homes of acquaintances who look as if they had an IKEA showroom.