Shy||l.t. a.u.

day twelve||part two

"I'm so proud of you." his mother whispers in his ear as she embraces him tightly in her arms. He slowly hugs her back before they let go. Louis still trembles with the overwhelming anxiousness that consumed his senses when he went up on that stage to do something that was totally put out of his element. He never dreamed in his life to go in front of a large amount of people and talk-like how he did. He felt like he needed to vomit right then and there from the nervousness he felt, twisting his stomach painfully left and right.

He lets out a shaky breath past his dry lips as his blue eyes flicker to the one girl he can never take his eyes off. She looks beautiful in the daylight as the sun shines upon her, and Louis knows, for the rest of his life, he'll miss her, and love her her,no doubt about it. He watches as she hugs her parents happily, a leg kicked up into the air as her arms wrap around their necks.

The boy stumbles backwards and darts his gaze away when he sees her brown eyes meet his from the shock. His pink lips etch into a frown and he begins walking to his mother's car where his mother has walked off to. His tongue peaks out and licks his chapped lips and as he sits in the pasanger seat of the woman's car, he dares to ask a simple question that he knows will have a terrible impact with a heartbreaking answer. His blue eyes peer over at his mother who slowly starts up the vehicle before backing up, and driving off.

Louis watches anxiously out the windsheild as friends and family talk with each other endlessly. He's upset he can't stay longer to try and catch the attention of Holland; but what're the chances of him actually talking to her, and succeeding? None. There's no chance and Louis definetly knows that. A small shaky sigh pasts his lips as he slowly rests his gaze upon his mother again. She looks blankly out the glass window, eyes locked onto the slow moving cars in front of her. "Mum?" Louis finally speaks to his mother in the silent car. Her blue eyes flicker to hum and a smile grows onto her lips.

"Yes Louis?" her soft voice questions.

"Where's dad?" Louis watches in nervousness as her smile slowly fades away. He plays with the hat that he took off from his head and rested it on his lap, anxiously. He doesn't really know the answer, but he knows some ideas. His mother lets out a trembling breath and looks down, her features shaded with pure shame and sadness.

"He left Louis." Louis swallows the imaginary lump that felt as if it formed at the base of his throat. He looks away from the woman and looks down at the hat that rests on lap,reading the words that are decorated onto the black fabric.

"Why?" the boy can't help but ask. It's silent for a few torturing seconds.

"He just needed a break." Louis closes his eyes tiredly.

"Okay."

(I'm sorry I did a part two to this but I just felt like it needed it. I'm also sorry that it's really poorly written.

Just read the last part which I might update soon. Thanks.

ily. :) ♥)