The Accidental Text (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Fourteen

Tiffany's POV

     I stand next to Hailey laughing as I sip my beer, engaging in the conversation of her teacher giving her a bad grade.

"Wanna egg his house?"

     Hailey's eyes go wide in excitement. "Let's go it!"

     Laughing, I walk to the kitchen with her following me, and grab a carton of eggs. I walk into a random crowd and stand on a chair.

     "Who wants to egg Professor Shail's house?" I scream at the top of my lungs.

     The entire crowd roars and holds up their beer, everyone agreeing to the God-awful English profesor. As I continue to laugh, the corner of my eye catches something. Harry and Niall are arguing, and Niall pointing to Harry's knuckles.

Harry throws his hands in the air and screams louder, this time making it audible for me.

"How am I suppose to be around her all the time without doing anything? It's her!"

What? No way. No way Harry liked me like that, I mean, he's Louis's best mate, right?

Everything around me goes silent, and I hear a ringing. I ghostly walk out of the room upstairs to the bathroom. Pacing in circles, I fall over above the toilet, vomiting. I vomit more, some of it being the alcohol, but most being the stress. The stress of Louis, of Harry, of Richard, or school, of life. Just as I flush the toilet and walk outside, Hailey walks in.

"Hey you," she says softly. Hailey stands next to me with a warm smile. She looks around and rubs her arm. "Everything is a mess, Niall and I are gonna go to a diner that's open all night. We love midnight breakfast," she laughs lightly. "Wanna come?"

I speak the moment Hailey finishes speaking. "Yes." I don't mean to just take off, but I was only making matters worse and hey, who doesn't want a midnight meal?

We walk downstairs quietly to be greeted with Niall at the door. He passed Hailey her coat, and opens the door for us. We walk to Niall's black sports car.

Niall opens the back door for me, and looks at me blankly, but not coldly. "We don't have to talk about it. Let's just all have some fucking food. I'm starving."

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"I'll have scrambled eggs and bacon with lemonade," I say in a whisper tone. This whole night was a disaster. I should call Louis, but I decide not to. The best thing to do is to give Louis and Harry some space.

     "Triple stack of chocolate chip waffles and a glass of water," Niall smiles.

     "Just a plate of bacon and black coffee," Hailey smiles, handing all of or menus to the waiter.

     If there was anything to fix anything late at night, it was breakfast. I didn't want to talk about Louis, and I didn't want to talk about Harry.

I just wanted to eat and be happy.

"So, that English essay, huh?" I asked awkwardly.

     Niall and Hailey looked at me with the "really?" look and went to eating. Hailey looked down at her coffee and Niall slowly ate his waffles. My food was gone; I ate so fast.

     I looked out the window. Thinking: about Harry, about Louis, and about Richard.

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Louis' POV