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Things are getting really messed up. I had a normal life until Louis came. I know these are just minor changes but between Louis & I, it's just so wrong.
He's known for being Guilty? & a liar? His life is cruel? Then there's something with this Harry guy. This is messed up.
I'll just spend my Saturday alone. Yes. I'll just pretend he doesnt exist yes.
"Desiree" Louis called
"im watching a movie i think you forgot the rules" i groaned
"sorry." he mumbled and walked closer. Ugh leave me alone. He sat next to me and I had to scoot away. "uhm. Are you mad?"
"you tell me."
"well you're really acting like-"
"No. You tell me what rule i just told you."
"right. im sorry"
Louis:
Desiree was acting weird today. By weird i mean bad. I was planning to do something and I hope she soothed up by now.
"Desiree?" i called. She was finished with the movie she was watching and now she's in her room. I wasn't allowed to peek or anything since it was her 'rules' It's quite nonsense. I mean, I own this house legally
"come in" she yelled through the door. Did she just? Come in?
I slowly opened the door and found her room that used to be mine is now completely changed. Everything was all...different. It's not quite bad to be honest.
I found Des sitting on a chair reading some book. She hasn't taken her eyes off it yet.
"What are you reading?" i decided to ask first.
"Ashes." she simply said
"Whats it about?" i tried to peek in the book but she shutted it close right away.
"It's a love story.But not those regular love stories. It's not cliché. It's really sweet and heartbreaking you should read it" she handed me the book. Well her mood suddenly change. It's probaby because of the book.
"Love stories?" i scoffed. 'i'd pass"
"they're really good. If you dont like this you could read some on my shelves. They all made me cry."
"Why would you cry at love stories? It's not even your story."
"It's romantic Louis. It just shows how love really is. It's the love I never had"
"Those are all fiction. They never happen in real life."
"it could if you're smart enough" her voice started getting soft and low. " i mean if you knew what would happen if you were aware and all that. It would work out"
"what did love ever do to you?" i ask
"alot" she slightly smiled.
"Did you ever love someone?"
"yea.."
"what happened?"
"i don't know if it was love Louis." she told me to sit on her bed and she sat on the chair. "i did love someone. But i dont know if he really loved me back. He always had someone 'secretly' else. But i figured i was the secret. Everyone knew about the 'other girl' while i was just the secret. He cheated like every month. I still loved him.."
"Tha'ts sick!" How could that even be a definition of love? Is Desiree mentally blind?
"I was wrong. I loved him i loved him i always had. But he never did. He used me. He would only act like he does just for me to stay. If i decide to leave he makes me stay. Stay for his comfort. For himself only. Its not love. I knew it wasn't. But i continued it."
