Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

five

Larry drove me back home, which happened to not be long a drive. The car was pretty much in a comfortable silence the whole ride through.

He walked around opening the car door for me. "Thank you."

"You don't have to, you should be used to this treatment, belle." He smiled at me as he held the door till I got out, closing it behind me.

Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I unlocked my door to my small house, Larry trailing closely behind.

"It's so nice in here, belle." Larry says, closing the front door behind him.

"Thanks, I tried to rearrange since my sister left." I say, throwing my keys on the counter.

"Sister? Is she younger?" He asked, sitting at the island chair. I nodded.

"Aria. She moved in with me for a while before going off to college. I can't believe I was nice enough to let her stay," I laughed to myself.  "You thirsty?"

"Yes."

I looked in my fridge, which was half full, I shrugged turning back around to see him staring at me. I looked at him, wide eyed. He hadn't blink in the ten seconds I'd given him to realize that I was looking right back at him.

"You want umm.. what do you want? Water? Juice?" I ask, looking back into the fridge briefly.

"Oh! Sorry. Water.."he trails off, playing with the rings on his fingers. I slid the water bottle across the table, as he caught it. "Thanks."

"Why were you staring at me like that?" I asked, leaned over the counter peering at him. He took a long sip of water, screwing the bottle shut before he answered back.

"I was staring at your ass, then I got lost in your eyes."

I smiled hella hard. "Larry!"

"At least I'm not a liar." He shrugged. "Plus, they're both so phenomenal. And then to top it off your personality.." he begins to jitter and twitch like an idiot with a stupid little smile on his face. "Oh my God!"

I burst out in laughter, that type of laughter where it was more of a intense blush than a hysterical laugh. I grab some water out of the fridge for myself, sitting down next to him. I thought came to mind, looking at him.

"Hey, I have question." I say taking a sip of water. "Do you realize you just left Laurent, your brother you've been complaining about going all through your stuff is home alone, in YOUR house, where your stuff is?"

He grew stiff, squeezing the closed water bottle in his hand. He gasped, rising from the chair quickly.  "My stupid ass!" He panics. "I don't know why I think he'd follow you home and not go through my stuff. He might take something too!"

I knew it wasn't necessarily a laughing matter, but this overreacting that he's currently doing isn't going to prevent his brother from doing it. I stood up in front of him, as I look up slightly.

"It's not good that you have to worry about him doing all this stuff you know," I say pushing in my chair.

"I mean yea but it's just going to keep on as long as you're around." He says.

"Me?"

"He wants to get you, dummy.  You said it first." He bopped my nose. Scrunching up my nose I slap his hand away. "Don't worry though, I won't let anything happen to you."

As that was said, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I pulled it out, looking at the caller id. I didn't recognize the number that popped up, yet answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Is this Moela?" The voice didn't sound distinct.

"Uh.. yea. Who's this?"

"You forgot my voice that quick?" The person questioned.

"Excuse me?" I say, causing Laurent to be alarmed. He took the phone from me. Trying to jump and reached he turned his head.

"Who is this." His voice turns stern and serious.

Silence, then a burst of French spilled from his mouth, way too fast for me to ever understand. He then looked at the phone and hung up, handing it back to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how he got your number. My phone is right here," he says, holding up his phone. He shakes his head.

"Laurent? I didn't even recognize his voice." I scratch my head, looking at my phone again. I slip it back into my pocket.

"I'm going to go, before anything weirder happens. Bye, Moe." He says hugging me. I hug him back, squeezing his lean frame.

Larry pulls away. "You hug so firm, damn," he laughs, as walks towards the front door. I follow him to lock the door behind him.

Leaving, he turns back towards me as I lean out of the door way behind the door, cracked. Suddenly he leans forward, kissing my forehead. "Bye, see you tomorrow."

He walks towards his car. I close the door, smiling hard from a simple kiss on the forehead. It's a weird place but it still means something. To me, at least.

~*~*~*~

I decide to wind down for the evening, walking to my room to undress and change into a matching velvet set in the color blue.

I come back out, laying on the my couch browsing on instagram. I turn on my tv, putting on a random channel just so it wouldn't be so quite. Then suddenly, the rain began to pound on my window.

I sat up, turning the volume up on the tv even more to block out the sound of possible thunder. I then get a text from Larry.

Larry 💕🐰: Hey, you okay? I know you don't like thunderstorms.

I smiled at the text, responding immediately.

MoeMoe 💖 : yea I just turned my tv up so I wouldn't hear it but thank you for checking on me ❤️

I sent the text, closing my phone placing beside me, looking at the TV since it was so hard to ignore.

I then hear a knock on the door. My heart drops at the loud knock, at first thinking it was possibly a branch hitting the door. I mute my tv, looking towards the door. But then again, in the same pattern. I grab my robe from in my room and walk towards the door, trying to look through the window, but to no avail. It was raining so hard I couldn't see if anyone was standing at the door in the first place.

I crack open the door to see a soaking wet man. He looked sad, and also wet. But I knew exactly who he was.

"What the fuck, why aren't at you brother's house? How did you— why?" I yelled, over the pouring rain.

He stood under my porch, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why would Larry let me stay? I know he told you all that stuff about me."

"Then why would you come here, dumbass?" I lean out of the door getting a better view of the rain.

He only smiled. "I told you I'd see you again. And plus, I don't have no where to go. You're a nice person. I can tell. You are the only other person I know here."

I scoffed. "You don't know me, you just met me today. All you know is my name is Moela."

"Can I get to know you? Please, belle?" He begged.

I looked at him for a moment, before he got down to his knees, pulling at my robe. He flipped his wet fro back from his face, looking up at me. "Please."