Extraordinary

Chapter 31: Officially?

Chapter 31: Good Moment

"It hurts," Louis groans for the millionth time. He was starting to get on my nerves big-time.  Thanks Paul.  

Louis took about a twenty minute nap before he woke up and started complaining about the pain that his side/rib was causing him. Yeah, I still felt bad for him, but he was getting really annoying.  Right now he was still lying on the couch while I sat on a chair facing him and rested my head against my hand, trying to finish that ridiculous and cliché novel. You can probably tell that I haven't finished it yet. I might end up throwing it at him.

"I know Lou, you've been saying that for the past hour now," I remark, not looking up at him and turning the page.

"But it does!" He exclaims, trying to sit up in the couch only to lie back down again. I shut my book, slamming the covers together and setting it down as I stood up from the chair.

"Then how about I go get your medicine?" I calmly suggest, about to walk over to the kitchen when he grabs my wrist.

"No, just--stay here. I feel better when you’re here," He begs. I sigh.

"Fine," I say, walking back over to the chair and sitting down in my original position, not retrieving my book. I watched as he adjusted himself on the couch, trying to lean on his side facing towards me. He tried to close his eyes, perhaps trying to catch anymore sleep, but his eyes popped back open.

"Why did you do this to yourself?" I blurt out. He gave me a confused expression.

"What do you mean? Coming here? Paul made-"

"No, not that," I interrupt him. "You know exactly what I mean. And you can't say it was stress, because you and any other athlete knows that right before ANY match you have to drink at least some amount of water and you have to eat something! You didn't eat or drink anything, did you? You probably wouldn’t be in this state if you did," My ranting caught his attention big time, making him sit all the way up. He held his hands up.

"Alright! I get it!" He exclaims, barring his teeth as he puts his hands by his sides. "I feel bad enough for postponing the tour, so if you don't mind I don't want to hear anything more that will make me feel even more guilty about this," he lets out an exasperated sigh before continuing.

"I forgot to eat that morning and only got so many sips of water before the match. I was rushed, running out of time, I wasn’t going to be late for a match. And you saw me out there, I couldn't just stop! I couldn't stop it because I was feeling under the weather. I wasn't about to let everyone down because of me, but now I have. And now Paul's had to literally drag me down here because I couldn't bear the pain any longer and-- it sucks Lola! It fucking sucks!"

The room fell into a long silence after he finished. I couldn't even look at him without feeling bad anymore. I shouldn't have blurted that out, but I wanted to know how this all really happened in the first place.

"I'm sorry to make you feel worse Louis," I murmur enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry to yell all of that at you, it's just a lot to think about right now," he apologizes. I nod.

"At least I can say I know exactly what you're going through. I know what it's like to be both physically and mentally hurt, and it does suck," I sigh. For once, a little smile creeps onto his face.

"That was when I kicked a ball into your face right?" He remarks. I nod, the memory suddenly and sadly coming back to me. Now we can laugh about it.

“Exactly, and now I’m fine. And soon you will be too, so you can stop feeling guilty and just-"

"Relax?" He interrupts, finishing my sentence. "How the hell do I relax like this when I'm-"