Like Shards Of Glass (A Louis Tomlinson fan fiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

            I pulled my coat closer to me to protect me from the wind and the cold. It was freezing, and as Baylee had the car, I had to walk home from work. I hated walking, and I hated the cold even more. My poor body didn’t deserve this.

            The wind whipped at my hair, pieces of it getting caught on my chapped lips. I shivered, wishing I was back in my flat by now. I still had about five more minutes of walking if I kept my pace up, but considering my flat was on a hill, I had to add another two minutes to the five I had before.

            At least today was payday. I wasn’t completely broke anymore, so I could easily go on a spending spree, but I knew that would do me no good, so I continued my trek home, still wishing my flat was closer. The fact work was so far away from my flat was annoying at times, now being a time I was annoyed.

            At long last I was at the bottom of the steep hill I had to climb in order to get to my flat, and boy was I pleased I had enough energy to run up it. I made it to my door in record time, my breath coming from my lips in short pants. I couldn’t believe I had just sprinted up a hill.

            Unlocking the door was quick, and soon I was inside, the warmth of the flat warming my chilled bones. It took all my self control not to curl up on the floor on top of the vent with a blanket to speed up the process of getting warm. I kept my control though, and made my way through the hallway to my room.

            I changed my clothes, throwing on a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a long sleeved tee, already feeling warmer than before. Now, all I needed was a cup of tea.

            So, I shuffled into the kitchen and warmed some water up in the microwave. I dipped the teabag in the steaming water and watched it steep, pulling it out and dropping it back in to make sure all the flavor was in the water. I took a sip and cringed, realizing I had forgotten to put sweetener in it. I scooped a spoonful of sugar into it, stirring the liquid around so the sugar would melt. Taking another sip, I sighed in content, my throat warming up from the sweet tea.

            Thank God to whoever found tea. I will forever be grateful.

            It was late, and as I didn’t want to cook, I found myself ordering in, choosing Chinese. Sitting down on the couch in the living room, I turned on the TV, waiting for the Chinese to arrive.

            I wish I wasn’t alone though. I was getting used to having either Louis or Baylee’s company, and being without either of them was weird. I wasn’t really sure I liked being alone at the moment. I was becoming paranoid with the quiet throughout the flat, but I wasn’t willing to go back out. It was way too cold for that.

            I didn’t have anyone I was willing to hang out with though, so I was going to have to deal with being alone until Baylee came home from work. I was surprised she wasn’t home, but maybe she went out to drink. I giggled at that, knowing she wouldn’t drink, just find someone to shag.

            Maybe Louis would come over. I laughed at that thought too, because he would never come here. He had friends and his career. It was becoming sad how much my life had started to revolve around him now. I seriously needed to stop the whole “having feelings for him” crap. It was just going to screw with our friendship, and with him being as depressed as he was, I doubt he would even be able to feel if we ever were to have a relationship.

            Not that I wanted that. God, no. I didn’t want to be with Louis. I may be attracted to him and like him, but it didn’t mean I wanted to be with him.