Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Eleven.

Eleven.

“Addie, are you going to the party tonight?” Morgan says from the other line of the phone call.

“What party?”

“I don’t know whose party it is, I just know where it is. Can you go?”

“I don’t know. How far away is it?” I turn positions in my bed so I am lying on my side. I tug my comforter closer to my body, and then stick a leg out due to the warmth.

“It’s an hour away in Price on Friday. Louis is going” Morgan tries to convince me.

“Louis is going?” I ask. I get so fucking desperate when he is mentioned, and even more when I am around him.

“I knew that would catch your attention. Yes he’s going with Luke.”

“I’ll go” I say.

“Good. I’ll pick you up later tonight” Morgan hangs up the phone and I shoot out of my bed.

We didn’t have school today because it’s a teacher work day, so my Friday was going to be very boring and lonely before Morgan called. Now all I have to do is convince my parents to let me go. I know they won’t let me if they knew it was a party, but maybe they’ll let me if they thought I was just going to Morgan’s grandparent’s house in Price. By the time I have picked out my outfit for the night, I already have a plan figured out.

***

I sit in my tight red dress hidden underneath a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants as I wait for Morgan to pick me up. I noticed Louis leave almost thirty minutes ago, so now I am getting anxious.

I think I am obsessed with Louis. Maybe it’s because I like the idea of a next door romance, or maybe it’s because I have never had a slow paced relationship before. I am used to going very fast and not stopping to think while I’m in a relationship friend or not, so I’m not stopping not to think our my feelings. I just act on instinct, and I think that’s why I am sneaking out to a party tonight. I have snuck out before, but that was when both of my parents were gone. Tonight I am walking right past them, pretending to go visit Morgan’s grandparents.

I’m almost positive that this is a bad decision, but frankly I don’t give a fuck. What am I supposed to remember as I sit in my rocking chair when I’m eighty years old?

Finally, the doorbell rings and I walk down the stairs in my tennis shoes with my heels hidden in my ‘overnight bag’. I wave goodbye to my parents then walk out the door with my heart racing. The night air is cool around me, and the crickets sound like they have amplifiers attached to them. I look behind me and see the lights on in my house, and my mom in the kitchen window fixing a sandwich.

I walk along my concrete steps and down in to the driveway with Morgan beside me. I get in the passenger side of her car, and she lowers herself in to the other side, also wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. As soon as we are pulled out of my driveway, we get on to the highway and make our way to Price.

When we are a block away from the party house, we stop at a parking garage and hastily take off our disguise clothing and swap out our shoes. Morgan is wearing a little black dress with her normally curly hair straightened, and I just pinned back my bangs and left my hair natural. We throw our old clothing in to the back seat and make our way to the party, listening to some band on the radio singing about stories of their lives. It’s a catchy song, so I turn up the radio and roll down the windows.

When we park along the street of the house, it already looks like a disaster. Snowmen decorations litter the three story house’s lawn along with wasted bodies trying to sleep off their alcohol intake. I unbuckle my seatbelt and shoot a questioning glance towards Morgan. She just shrugs and exits the car, and I follow after her.