The Tommo Way

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Phone Call Fights and Can We do it All Over Again?

Hey lovelies, I finally finished the new chapter! My own life has kept me pretty busy lately and I barely spent more than two hours a day at home so please do forgive me the lack of updates. As usual, thanks for reading and thank you to all you lovely souls who vote/comment on my story! Hope you enjoy!

Xxxx Melody

Dust danced in the blinding sunlight like tiny fairies and I lazily watched a particular big dust particle soar through the air and land on the shoulder of the girl in front of me. My lecturer's voice had turned into a monotone background noise and the weight of my eyelids increased with every second. Next to me Dahlia was intently listening to every word Allan said, her hand flying across her paper, filling it with notes. I sighed and shifted in my seat, trying to get my attention back to what my lecturer was saying. "...And as this graph here clearly shows you, the impact of sheep farming on this particular–"'Sheep farming?' I frowned and quickly glanced at Dahlia's notes. How did we get from Probabilistic Research Methods to sheep farming?

Dahlia looked up and caught me staring at her notes. She rolled her eyes and slid her notebook over to me so I could get a clearer view on her notes. One glance however, showed me that I had missed out on way too much to get back into topic. I gave Dahlia her notes back and leaned back into my seat. There was no point in me starting to listen now, I knew that I had to do backup reading after the lecture. As much as I hated myself for it, keeping up in lectures seemed to become harder by the day. Outside of the lecture theatre I spent a big amount of time working on my dissertation and my late nights and the lack of sleep they caused me, left me in a state of constant tiredness.

Ignoring Dahlia's disapproving look, I got out my phone and unlocked the screen. My heart made a happy leap when I saw that I had gotten a new text but the excitement faded just as quickly when I saw that the text was only from my aunt. I opened the text and half-heartedly typed in a reply while inwardly being annoyed with myself for getting my hopes up. It had been nine days since I had last heard from Louis. Ever since he had taken off for the UK tour, we had barely talked to one another and I missed him more with every single day that passed.

In the first few days I had sent him a lot of texts, none of which he replied to after the very first message. Presuming that he was simply too busy to text back, I continued to send him little messages every once in a while only to let him know that I was thinking about him. Sometimes I tried calling him or Harry but always hit a dead end. After a week, I stopped messaging him all together, feeling stupid and clingy when he still failed to reply. I didn't know why Louis didn't message me back and a part of me got worried that I had scared him off, simply by being myself. I pressed my lips together and put my phone down. He wasn't going to reply any time soon and I simply had to deal with it. I only hoped that his lack of communication was due to his busy schedule.

Loud rumbling and chattering around me told me that the lecture had come to an end. With a sigh, I closed my notebook and stuffed my book and pencil case into my backpack. "What are you up to now?" Dahlia asked me and swung her own bag over her shoulder. I grimaced. "Library." I said and Dahlia gave me a sympathetic look. "Dissertation is taking out a lot from all of us." She said and tucked one of her dark curls behind her ear. "I might join you later, I'm off to the gym now." She grinned at my perplex face. "Yes, Abby, there are actually people who enjoy doing sports." She teased me and was rewarded with an eye roll from me.

I followed Dahlia down the rows of benches and out of the lecture theatre. On the way we chatted about the upcoming assignments and how unfair our lives seemed to have become ever since we had entered the last year of our undergraduate. "Look at all those worry-free, happy Freshers!" I whined dramatically and gestured towards a group of students, playing table tennis in the atrium. Dahlia put her arm around my shoulder. "Yes my dear, seems like it was only yesterday when the two of us started our four year journey together." I gave her a weird look. "Dahlia, hun', we only met last year." I reminded her but she only grinned and waved me off. "Details!"