Polar Opposites

Chapter 25

Louis POV

I miss Nicole. Shit I miss her. I no longer leave 20 minutes early in the morning to meet her, I don't have someone to call at night when I'm bored, and I can't go near Cold Stone Creamery without getting depressed.

Everywhere I go, everything I do, reminds me of her. She was my other half, my main bitch, my soul mate, and I lost her.

For a while, I blamed Niall, but eventually couldn't when realizing the only one to blame is myself.

I've continued to see him, one because I have nobody else, but most importantly, I really like him.

I cant exactly say I'm gay. I look at other men, and can't imagine sucking their dicks. But Niall? It's electric. I can't help but get flutters in my stomach, and dizzy by his taste. Everything is fun, exciting, and our little secret.

He's rough, yet gentle.

He's an asshole, but one I love to use.

He treats me like shit in public, but moans my name behind closed doors.

I feel selfish from the pleasure, feeling as though guilt should be felt, instead of enjoyment.

The sex is great, the connection is real, but it doesn't compare to the emptiness of missing my other half.

Nicole's POV----

"So how's school?" I smirk at the question. We've sat in silence for 20 minutes now. I'm forced to be in therapy, and my therapist deals with me because its her job.

"I think you already know that answer." She smiles, writing on her clipboard. She asks the same thing every time, and each time its the same answer. My life may be shit, my best friend may be sucking my brother's dick, and my mother hates me, but my grades are still fantastic, I'm still valedictorian.

"Your mother mentioned you and your friend had a fight..what's his name. Luis?" I roll my eyes, pushing myself up from the leather chair that I continue to slide.

"His name is Louis." She nods, her sad excuse of an apology.

"Sorry. Okay, what happened with Louis?" I let out a deep sigh, full of obvious attitude. My baggy sweatshirt warms me as cold air fills the room, a little too early for the need of air conditioning.

"We got into a fight, were no longer friends. That's all to it."

"Then why are you so defensive?" I cant help but become annoyed with her, as she continues to push my buttons, somehow knowing exactly where to push.

"Because my mother had no business telling you anything. I thought this stuff was confidential? If I don't want to talk, that's my choice. If I want to sit here and pick at my nails while I'm in here, that's my choice. If I don't want to talk about my best friend who's fucking my brother, That's my choice!" I hadn't realized I was yelling until I finished, my cheeks red, my palms white and my heart racing. She stares at my blankly, her expression stern and her gaze focused.

"You're right, its none of her business. You also have to understand, I'm here to help you, not make things worse. From the sounds of it, things suck right now. I may now be Louis, but I can be someone you can talk to, perhaps a substitute. I promise you, what is said in this room is confidential." I can't help but notice the way she sits, her back straight. She stays with her legs crossed and hands on her lap, almost as a statue. She's quite boney, her thin face pale and her thick hair heavy on her head.

"Louis is fucking my brother." She nods, clearly catching that from my previous rant.

"And how does that make you feel?" I cant help but cringe at the way she speaks exactly like a shrink.