Extraordinary

Chapter 22: After Midnight

Chapter 22: After Midnight

Luckily, while we stayed there for another hour talking, we weren’t caught.  I did jump up a few times whenever I heard a weird noise or something fall in the background. But Louis kept reassuring me it was nothing and continued talking. For some reason I felt a bit more carefree around him right now.  It must be around midnight now, I’d have to get some sleep at some point, but I didn't care.

Now that I’ve sort-of kind of let my feelings out about Louis in my head, it’s like I look at him differently.  Not like he’s different in any way other than his own weirdness, but now like I can see myself be with him or something.  And then I have the little urge in my head saying Don’t go for it, nothing but trouble. And somehow I end up listening to it and see him as a friend all over again. 

“You’re going to make me run all the way back aren’t you?” I ask him jokingly. He lets out a small chuckle.

“Oh absolutely, unless you want me to carry you all the way home,” he smirks at me. I scoff.

“Nice try Louis, not going to happen.  I’m just going to say getting to bed at midnight isn’t the best for me,”

“Well, it’s now half past midnight and your stubbornness has kicked in,” I playfully hit his shoulder.

“Thanks Lou, you get to see the late-night version of me,”

“Oh look, your sarcasm comes in too,” I can’t help but laugh at his little remarks. I look over at him where he looks back at me with a goofy yet tired grin.

“Aren’t you used to staying up this late?” I ask with a yawn. He nods.

“Yeah, just having some trouble sleeping lately is all,” he answers tiredly.  Sleeping problems? Is that like--nightmares or not being able to sleep? Is there really a difference anymore? I’m too scared to ask him that, so I just leave the answer at that. I sit up and push myself off of the ground, holding out my hand for Louis to take. He stands up shakily and uses both of his hands to do so.

“We better get started then,” I say, and he starts again my taking my hand and leading me out of the stadium and sprinting down the sidewalk again.

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I felt extra, extra tired the next day, because I ended up falling asleep around 2 in the morning.  I always try not to.  Whenever I did, it was the rare occasion where I’d stay up working on a project or homework, but a VERY rare occasion. 

Because of my tiredness, I didn’t really do anything all day today but go on an afternoon jog, read my awful romance novel, and think about what I’m going to do for the rest of my week. Oh and Louis. He was somewhere in my thoughts as well.

I shouldn’t be daydreaming about Louis though, imaging how he always has his good-looking messed up hair covered partly by a beanie and wearing sweatpants and a jumper.  It suited him really nicely, even if they were just lazy-day clothes.

But I was practically waiting for the day to end, and once it hit ten, I was still reading my book in bed, only about ten pages from finishing it. It was extra comfortable with my extra blankets and everything, but that would only get me to sleep faster.  I tried to keep my eyes open, but it felt too hard now.  My eyelids are too heavy now.  I feel the book fall from my hands as I drift off into sleep.

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Louis’ P.O.V.

I’m free to hang out tonight, wanna come over?

I quickly responded.

On my way!

Awesome, I get to talk to Lola more, which is always a wonderful occasion.  I quickly jumped off the couch and grabbed a jacket from the closet, as well as my vans, then slipped my phone in my pocket. The clock read 7:00. It wasn’t that late. I was about to leave when Harry came into the room.