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Louis and Louise

A/N: This will probably be a longer one, just so you guys know. (I have mixed feelings about this story, but it is completely based on my paranoia. It's absolutely fictional.)

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My mother drove me to the movie theater with me struggling to hold in the overwhelming feeling of betrayal in the passenger seat. Standing by the entrance, Louis looked completely harmless, but I knew better. I knew what hid behind sweet smiles and awkwardly adorable words. I knew.

Him and I... We just weren't meant to be.

When he saw me climbing out of my mom's Jeep, the smile I knew so well spread across his face, and the skin next to his eyes crinkled with happiness. I felt a scowl coming on, and it took every fabric of my being to force it down.

I was just a few feet away from him when he started, "Hey, it's good to-"

"Stop. Just stop.", I answered furiously, cutting him off.

He looked completely and utterly confused, so I shoved 20 dollars into his open palm and continued, "Here's your money back, Louis. Thanks for the ticket, but I can't do this anymore."

I paused, so he took it as an invitation to ask, "What's wrong, Louise?"

His look of innocence almost had me swayed, but I stood steadfast. "You know, I actually thought you were one of the good ones. I actually... I actually thought that I loved you! Never in a million years would I have guessed you would do this to me, but I guess I was wrong. I was wrong about everything... God, I am so stupid.... You should know that I actually cared about you. I actually wanted to make a difference in your life. Just promise me you won't break any other girls like you did me, okay? You promise?" Halfway through, my mask of indifference had fallen away and only my brokenness remained. Tears had leaked from the corners of my eyes, and it felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest.

He looked so hurt from my suffering, and his voice cracked as he said, "Louise, tell me what I did, and I will fix it. Please don't leave me like this. I love you, Louise!"

I bowed my head and shook it stiffly. Looking up again, I said, "I think you have done enough, don't you?"

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I erased everything about him, whether it was his number, my Instagram, my Tumblr, or my diary entries that revolved around him. It was all gone.

All of it.

I took a deep breath and left everything behind.

He tried texting me, asking what he had done, but I didn't even read the messages before deleting them.

I ignored him at school, which was no simple task, and acted like he didn't even exist.

However, my close family and friends had noticed a change in me.

They tried to take me to counseling, but it was not therapeutic relief that I required.

I needed silence and solitude for my thoughts to roam free and my ideas to be released.

Packing my things late that night, I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't found out about him and his little bet that involved stealing something precious from the school prude.

I would probably be at one of his famous bonfires laughing at his obliviousness to his attractiveness. Maybe contemplating the pros and cons of kissing him. Everything would be fine. From my perspective at least.

He would secretly be laughing at my ignorance. My innocence. Sitting in silence, naively believing all of his lovely-sounding words.