twist of fate » larry stylinson

chapter eight

the red headed freshman - abbey - shows up to the party shortly after louis and harry. she quickly finds louis in the living room and he wishes he'd hidden himself along with the vase. 

"hey, lou," abbey says, attaching herself to him right away. she loops her arm with his and louis fights the urge to push her off. 

her red hair is pulled back in a pony tail (ew) and she's piled on the makeup to hide her freckles which, honestly, didn't look that bad to begin with. her eyeliner is winged a little too dramatically and her eye shadow is just horrendous. her top is a little too tight and her shorts just a little too, well, short. 

"hey," louis forces a smile onto his face as more and more freshman girls start to swarm around him. he panics a little bit and fights to think of an escape plan. what's the best way to get rid of a group of girls?

"i'm so happy that it's finally the summer," abbey says, pulling louis down onto the couch. he practically falls onto her lap and he struggles to right himself against her grip keeping him in place. he keeps his eyes closed, knowing his face is right in front of her large chest.

"same," louis mumbles, sitting up with such force that his back muscles scream at him. abbey stares at him worriedly for a few moments before shaking her head and starting to talk again. 

"i mean, i'm going to be spending a lot of time at my beach house and stuff, so i won't be in town a lot," she says, flipping her pony tail over her shoulder and touching louis' knee. "you could totally come if you wanted to for, like, a weekend or something. like, we have a boat, and-"

louis tunes her out and mumbles the occasional, "uh huh," or, "sounds fun." the song changes to shot for me by drake. just as the song starts a tall, lanky boy with a bandana in his hair catches louis' attention. 

harry is across the foyer in the den with liam, the two deep in conversation. harry has a red cup in his hand and liam sets down a bag on the table. harry looks at it and nods, pocketing the bag. louis knows what it is - weed, he's not stupid - and he feels the urge to walk over and tell harry not to take it. 

then again, what else would hanging out with liam lead to? there goes harry, getting all of the attention from the kid louis has been friends with since fifth grade when the gym teacher was a raging bitch and picked the two of them to torment for the entire year. 

he has that effect on people, harry. he makes them forget who they've been friends with the longest. louis kows liam, and he knows liam would never willingly give away however much pot he's just given harry. harry has the ability to charm any and every one.

helplessly, louis watches as liam and harry stand. the two of them walk through the den and into the kitchen, disappearing from sight. 

"are you even listening to me?" abbey asks, snapping louis back into place. he stares down at her squashed face and grotesque makeup. in that moment he wants nothing more than to tell her, "no, actually, i don't give two shits about you."

instead, louis smiles, apologizes, and says that he must've zoned out for a moment due to the alcohol. what did she say?

abbey goes back to talking about her summer plans and inviting louis all over the planet with her. louis can say with complete honesty that he doesn't remember a single word that she said to him that night. not a single word. 

[ this story is almost over and i'm sad what is life ]