The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 16 - I'm In Riddles

Here is the next chapter. I'm not a very big fan of it, personally, except the end, but I'll leave it up to you guys to decide. If you don't like it, please tell me, but be nice about it.

Okay, I may upload another chapter this week, or you may have to wait over a week for the next one, but I will really try to get another one up by Saturday night. No promises, though.

Enjoy(:

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Chapter 16

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Even though the note was written before our previous fight, I still awake the next morning with a smile on my face. He loves me. Platonically, maybe, but he still loves me. And he trusts me. I wonder if he still does, though. After last night. I shake my head of the thought. I don't want to ruin my good mood.  

I skip to the kitchen, still in my pajamas, to get myself some breakfast. I skim the cupboards for a cereal to eat, but none seem good enough to satisfy my fantastic mood. I move on to the fridge and spot a carton of eggs. Immediately, I begin craving scrambled eggs. I glare over my shoulder at the stove. I desperately want scrambled eggs, but I also really don't want to burn down my flat. I gnaw at my lip in contemplation. I need to learn to cook at some point.  

Shrugging, I pull out the carton of eggs and place it on the counter. I put a pan on the stove then freeze. How the hell do I make scrambled eggs? I grumble a curse at my stupidity.  

How does Harry make them? I remember sitting at the breakfast table about a month ago, watching Harry bustle about the kitchen, collecting ingredients. He laughed at something I said as he cracked six eggs and poured the insides into the pan, then added some milk, swearing when he dropped the cap. Next, I recall him turning on the stove and simply stirring the eggs as we talked and giggled until the scrambled eggs were perfect.  

Can't be too hard... I think, but decide to pull out the fire extinguisher anyway. Since I'll only be feeeding one, I crack only three eggs on the pan and pour the contents into in, then I add a bit of milk. I turn on the stove and pull out a spatula to stir the eggs when I hear my mobile ringing from Harry's bedroom. I set the spatula next to the stove before making my way to Harry's old room. Fumbling in the pockets of the trousers I wore yesterday, I pull out my mobile. Liam. "Hello, Liam," I answer, gleefully.  

There's aslight pause before Liam responds, sounding confused, "Um, hi, Louis. You sound rather chipper this morning."  

"That I am. And to what pleasure do I owe this phone call?" I ask, sitting on the bed, absentmindedly reaching under the pillow for Harry's note.  

Liam chuckles before saying, "We are invited to a party tomorrow night. Formal wear. Plus, there will be an interview."  

"Sounds excellent. Can I invite Ella?" I ask, my happiness starting to become fake just by saying her name.  

Liam sighs on the other end. "Erm, yeah. I'm bringing Danielle, Harry's bringing Caroline-" I flinch, "-and Zayn is bringing a girl he met, Marie." I could only guess that Marie is the girl from the club.

"Wonderful. By what time do I need to be ready?"  

I could practically see Liam glancing at the clock, even though that would tell him nothing, considering the party is tomorrow. "I'd say about half past four. It starts at five-"  

"Alright, see you then, got to go, Liam. Love you, bye." I interrupt, speaking quickly, then end the call and drop my mobile, running to the kitchen where a strong stench of burning food is coming from.