Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

twenty-four

**working on something new.

I dragged my sorry ass all the way back to my car. I was defeated as defeated can be. I had chosen a side what seemed like an endless debate. Though it hurt a lot.

I hurt myself by doing that honestly. I didn't have to. I could've just forgotten about it, given up or believed what Laurent was telling me. But I didn't and Larry hurt me even worse.

I plopped myself into my car and shut the door, and just began to cry. My heart aches and my body was weak. I really fell for this guy, thinking it was some dumb love at first sight.

As I go to start my car, I hear a knock on my window. A very light one that probably wouldn't have been heard if I had started the car.

I turned only the battery on. I wiped my tears, gathering myself together before rolling the window down cautiously. I then stop halfway after seeing who it was.

"You should be ashamed." I said with a stern tone. "You probably didn't even mention anything to her," I roll my window down a bit more.

Lola flipped her hair. "Oh. Moela! Hey—"

"Don't even. I saw." She leaned over confused at my shady comment. "Oh you can't hear me now?"
I roll my window all the way down, poking my head out causing her to back away quite a bit.

"I saw you giving Larry head just a second ago." project my voice, my torso halfway out the window as I leaned outwards. "I don't care when or how this happened, but stop seeing my sister. I tell her myself. Never show up around her again or I will give you hell."

I feel the energy Lola was giving off, and it was almost pure fear. "I'm sorry. Okay? I'll stop."

"Stop? Pourquoi? Do your thing girl, do what you gotta do to get your coins. Just keep me and Aria out of it. I'm not Larry's bitch no more so don't worry about me," I retorted towards her. She nodded and scurried away in her little pieces of clothing.

Rolling up my window I put my head back, closing my eyes and taking a needed deep breath. I've never been so over something to the point where I actually felt like I needed a drink.

I started up my car and headed home, trying to drive as fast as possible. On my way home I tried empty my mind with surroundings outside, but those couldn't be seen. It was pretty difficult to keep my mind off everything.

As I pulled into my driveway and parked, I didn't get out the car right away. I searched in the compartment in between the seats, rumbling up whatever charges or objects were sitting in there.

It was noisy, but my hand finally touched my copper coated liquor flask. I snatched up as soon as possible, placing it in my lap as I put everything back in its place, shutting the compartment.

My fingers tapped on it monetarily, not in thought but in anticipation. I unscrewed the top and placed to my lips without hesitation, leaning my head back letting the liquor run through me.

I did this quite a few times. For at least another 30 minutes I sat in the car taking a swig each time I could still even stress about Larry.

I sat there, letting the alcohol devour my thoughts and intoxicate my body. I was smart enough to wait till I got home to drink. Nice.

Though I was not sloppy drunk, I was well over tipsy. I got out of the car with little complications, and made my way to my front door, opening it with an unnecessary force, as well as closing it.

Laurent sat there on the couch like a mother who caught there teen sneaking in from sneaking out. I smiled at him. His legs were crossed and he was leaning back, again, with no shirt on. His tattoos ran all the way from his wrist to his left peck. Stunning.

As he always was.

"Hey." I grinned painfully. My head was spinning as I leaned a bit to keep my balance.

"Please don't tell me you were drunk and driving,"He stood up walking over to me. "Please say no."

I gave a hearty laugh, a snort following shortly after. "No nigga, I'm not dumb. I'm not drunk but I drank good bit."

He squinted his eyes at me. I smiled at him. He looked so good all up in my face I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him. My mind was turnt up and forgot why I was so upset; finally.

"I'm taking to you bed," His voice was serious. He attempted to pick me up but I refused. "What?"

"You gon' lay with me?" I asked him. "I get lonely. By the way," I changed subject, walking away from you. "I caught my sister's girlfriend sucking Larry's dick. So that's new."

I turned around to see him looking at me in disappointment. I began to giggle. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"No," I said honestly. "But I told him fuck you and came home, sat in the car and drank some liquor," My words began to drag as I was now trying to grasp reality. "It hurt,"

Lau, looked at me with sorrow. "I know, let me take you to bed, please."

He then followed me over to where I was, near the bar stools, leaning against one. "I'm okay." He ignored me, still taking me up bridal style. Effortlessly he took me to my room and laid me on my bed.

"I'll be right back," He left, leaving the door cracked. I could only hear him rummaging through my cabinets momentarily before I hear my fridge close. Then he appears, his tall lean figure going on my side of the bed, laying a bottle of water and painkillers on my nightstand. 

It was pretty dark, so he couldn't see me staring at him. I had already began to cover myself with my blankets somehow getting a shiver. He then looked around for a moment before making his way out.

I wanted him to lay next to me, to fill a void.

"Lau?" I murmured.

He peaked his head in. "Yes?"

"Come here," I softly patted the space on my bed next to me. "Please."

With no hesitation, he jumped into the bed next to me, moving his hands around to see where I could be without turning on the light. I fished myself from under my blankets to hold him as he joined me.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything. I should be mad at you and yelling cause you did this," I put my ear to his chest, listening to his heart beat. "You did it." I repeated myself. "You did it."

I could feel him take a deep breath. "I know. I'm so sorry. I'm serious, Moela. I do stupid things for girls I fall for. That was really bad." The vibration of his voice filled my ear.

My body eventually moved on top of his, taking his warmth his skin gave off. His musk smelled heavier than usual, probably because at this point I was pretty drunk. I turn my head to his chest, giving it a light kiss.

"You can kiss me if you want." I could feel his breath stop for a moment, his heart sped up. I looked up towards him, even though I could hardly see his face in the dark room.

"I don't want to do something you will regret." His hand went up my shirt, rubbing my bare back. His hand was so warm. My eyes automatically close from the touch.

"I don't really hate you, I don't. You're sexy and you proved you're way better than your brother. But it's you fault. I like you, too." I changed the subject quickly, my words slurring.

"You really didn't have to fake like a little bitch. I probably would've let you have your way before I went on my date, but I had morals, plus you were acting so weird." I laughed, and he patted my back which silenced me."

"Okay, go to sleep now." Laurent whispered to me. His hands played in my hair which put my drunk self to sleep.