Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Thirteen.

Author's Note

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR WEEKS I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT I HAVE NO MODIVATION TO WRITE LIKE IDK WHAT TO DO NEXT AND WHEN I WRITE I DON'T WRITE GOOD CHAPTERS AND IT FEELS LIKE A CHORE AND I JUST SORRY BUT I AM GOING TO TRY TO WRITE ALOT THIS WEEKEND I AM SORRY.

Thirteen.

When we return home, both my parents are still asleep. Memories of the party flood in to my mind of the party and I shake my head in disgust. I can just feel myself disliking Louis more and more as the days pull onward and it’s beginning to show me the first signs of a headache. I am glad that my parents didn’t see my return home though; it makes me life a hell of a lot easier. Even before I get to my bedroom, I start taking off my shoes and unzipping my dress. When I enter my dim lit bedroom, I throw my clothing on the floor and walk to the bathroom to take a shower and try to watch the smell of alcohol and desperation off of my body.

I turn on the hot water and throw my underwear on the ground, then step in to the hot embrace.

***

Just as I am about to fall asleep in my bed, snuggled up in the warm blankets, my phone buzzes uncontrollably next to me. I stuff my phone under my mattress, but the bussing continues and makes my headache worse.

Finally, I reach back under the mattress and pull out my phone, then squint at the brightness on the small screen, and try to make out the writing of the text messages plastered on my phone lock screen.

When I see Louis’s name on the sender’s title, I stuff my phone back under the mattress and turn over in my bed. My phone continues to buzz, and I continue to ignore it until my curiosity spills over the peak of my will not to talk to Louis and I grab my phone to read the messages.

‘Addie, I can’t sleep’ the first text reads. I roll my eyes but continue reading.

‘Can you get me a glass of milk?’

‘I’m sorry’

‘Please?’

‘Can you at least send the bunny over here?’

‘Please?’

‘Addieee’

I roll my eyes again but can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the text messages. I climb out of my bed and grab the bunny from beside my balcony doors, then open them. Louis’s doors are open across the yard, and I throw the bunny over into his room.

Did Louis leave right after we did or did he just speed all the way home? What if he followed us? I doubt it. Louis is fucking weird but not that weird. He probably left once he realized all the weed was gone.

I scrunch my nose and shake my head, the embarrassment of Louis coming back to my mind. He was almost perfect but then he had to go and pull that shit. Why do people even have to do drugs? It is really worth that much to them?

I close my balcony doors and walk back to my bed. My fancying of Louis decreases by the second and I find myself dreading the next time I see him. I like Louis some days, and don’t others. If something like having a small bag of marijuana makes my dislike him, then what’s the point of moving on with him, as in more than friends? Why did I think we would be able to anyway? He said he liked me, but that doesn’t mean anything when you aren’t eleven. I feel like I want to look away from Louis and thinking about him makes me cringe now. I didn’t know my feelings could change this fast and I regret ever going to the party.

I turn to the side in my bed and grasp the pillow beside me and hug it closer to my body. Maybe a few hours of sleep will clear my mind, but how will they come to me if I keep thinking like this?

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to clear my mind of tonight.

***

The next morning, I wake up with a horrible headache and the knocking at my bedroom door doesn’t help. I climb out of my bed and walk to the door, tugging down at my oversized shirt so it falls just above the middle of my thigh. I open the door to my bedroom and sigh when I see my mom standing with a plate of pancakes in her hands.

“Pancakes?” She asks and thrusts the plate towards me.

I take two plain dry pancakes then shut the door in my mother’s face, not in the mood for her senseless jabbering.

I hear her huff and walk back down the hallway, and I return to my bed. I set the pancakes on the top of my lamp and quickly make my bed, then climb back in in. For some reason when I wake up I need to make the bed before getting back in to make sure the covers are distributed evenly. I lift my laptop form the floor to my bed and lean over to my bedside table to get the pancakes from my lamp. I pull up Youtube and click on a new Pewdiepie video before taking a bite out of my pancake.

Just as the video is about to end, a loud thump sounds from my balcony doors, then another one, and another. I take one of my pancakes off of my forehead (I thought it would help with my headache) and walk to the balcony. I open the doors and a rock comes flying at me torso. I step to the side and the rock lands in my room. I turn my vision from the rock to across to Louis who is standing on his balcony with another rock in hand.

“Addie” He says.

“What” I sigh. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see him today.

“How are you?”

Instead of a real answer, I just groan in response and he shakes his head in knowing.

“Want to go to breakfast?” Louis asks.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I am trying to have a relaxing Saturday” I reply.

“I’ll join you” Louis turns back to his room but I quickly throw my pancake at him.

“Oui!” Louis turns back to me. “Did you just throw a pancake at me?”

“You are not welcome over here. No boys allowed” I cross my arms.

“Boys are just penis girls” Louis winks.

“Fuck off” I roll my eyes and walk back in my room and close the doors.

I can’t help but smile at our conversation, and when I realize what I’m doing I can’t help but slap myself with my half eaten pancake.

“Feelings are for diddleyonkers” I say to myself.

“You must be a diddleyonker then!” I hear Louis call from outside.

I need to get sound proof doors.

Author's Note 2.0

Oh by the way remember Wolfgang from Censored? Yeah well he asked me out now we're dating. He's actually not gay in real life so it's kind of awkward like "Hey! now that you're my boyfriend I made you gay in a fanfiction I wrote! Anyway, wish me luck with him. He's so fucking weird.