Illusion {l.t}

{xix}

songs for this chapter:

Miss You - Ed Sheeran

Sad - Maroon 5

Last First Kiss - One Direction

*Christina's pov*

43 days,

6 weeks, 1 day.

43 days of feeling alone, 43 days of waiting, calling, looking.

Ive been waiting for him to come back to me, come back to life.

Ive been calling his name, just to see his blue eyes again, staring at my eyes.

Ive been looking at him, to see if he's changed, if he's looking at me, if he's looking anywhere but the ceiling and empty spaces. Ive been looking at him, to see if he's gotten off the couch.

Im tired, I'm sad, I'm upset, I'm depressed.

"Louis?" I call for the 43rd time, just like every other day, except day 28, he doesn't acknowledge my presence.

I sigh, for the millionth time.

You know what? Today, I'm not going to give up. Im sick and tired of watching louis like this. Im sick of waiting for louis, I'm sick of being depressed. I want and need louis back, and he's not gonna get away with this, no one is. Im gonna get him out of this, this mute phase, this depressing phase, I'm gonna try until i get him back.

I walk over to the awake body with an unconscious mind, and sit next to him.

When i put my hand on his shoulder, he doesn't move, he doesn't even look at who put a hand on him. He keeps staring at the empty space he's been staring at for months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds.

"Louis?" I say for the 44th time, since the first day.

He again, doesn't notice.

I sit in front of him, my hands rest on his thighs, as i look up at his face, that has been masked with a sad, upset louis that i don't enjoy looking at. The frown on his face doesn't suit him, at all. He stares at an empty space still.

"Please louis" i literally beg

"Just say something, anything" I'm desperate. I miss his voice, so much. I haven't heard his voice for 43 days, i miss it, so much, i don't think i can last another day not hearing his voice. I want to hear him, not his voicemail, i keep calling his phone every time, and wait for it to go to voicemail, just to hear his angelic voice. He doesn't even hear anything. His mind has blocked reality, and he's living in his head only. I don't get it.

I lean towards his face, "I'm giving up on you, louis, don't make me give up on you.." I plead, tears beginning to fill my eyes, as a heavy tear rolls down my cheek after it fills my entire eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and press my forehead against his, "louis.." 45th time.

I sniff, as my nose waters, tears multiplying by the seconds.

"Come back to me" i whisper.

I try holding back my need to feel his lips against mine, but i cant. His lips look dead, dry, but i still want to feel it against mine.

I look at his eyes, emotionless and dead.

I press my lips against his, as another tear rolls down my cheek, going onto his face.

I wait for a response, for him to kiss me back,..

*Louis' pov*

The door bells and before i can go downstairs to get the door, christina beats me to it, sticking a tongue out at me, she opens the door, a person wearing all back stands in front of it, before chris can do anything, the anon lets itself inside, i cant see his face tho.