Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

twenty five

I wasn't completely lying if I said that I was drunk that night and didn't remember anything. Because I remembered everything. I was pretty drunk though.

Though I acted like I didn't when I woke up with him beside me. For some reason I wanted to act like I was still upset with Lau, though all this time I realized that I'd caught feelings some point along the way.

I woke up on top of him, my hand planted on his chest where his tattoo had begun. He wasn't awake, so I stayed there, my leg intertwined with his.

This wasn't the first time I had woken up like this, but it was the first time I'd woken up feeling like I did.

I looked up at him, sound asleep. But then not long after he began to move and my eyes never shut so fast before. He was wake at this point because he began to stretch and I felt his arm move from under me, but then moved to around me.

I make my eyes flutter open and stared at him for a moment. I had to think of what I wanted to say, or do.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. He quickly moved his armed from around me, giving me a blank expression.

"You don't remember?"

I lied, shaking my head. "No, all I remember is going to Larry's, seeing some shit. Then coming here and going to sleep," I sat up.

He laughed a bit. "You said a lot of things, now I'm looking at you different."

In my head I was cursing up a storm. I probably couldn't keep faking as long as he did. I nodded and smiled, heading off to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After I did that, I changed into some shorts, something a little more cooling than sweatpants I was wearing. As I turn around I see Laurent grinning at me, through the mirror as he just finished brushing his teeth.

I roll my eyes and walk away. I can't take it. I feel like he knows what he's doing, trying to pressure me out of my little lie.

Also, the fact that I'm not terribly hungover is astounding. I was pretty drunk.

I walked out the bedroom, walking over and sitting on the couch. Lau quickly followed suit, sitting beside me.

"I want to know."

"Know what?"

He put his arm over me stretching out. I didn't hate it at all, but scooted away a bit. "What Larry said."

I huffed, slouching a bit. "Nothing important. He just told me off. He was acting so different like a douche bag. I think he's better at acting like he cared than you acting like you didn't." I shrugged.

He purses his lips. "I can't say anything. That's just Larry.But I'm glad you didn't have sex with him, though."

My eyes widen, turning towards him. "I thought— wait you saw?"

"Saw what?" He asked, confused.

"Never mind that," I swallowed my words quickly, shifting on the couch. "I thought you might've seen something."

"Well, yea. Larry said you two were busy doing something when I came. It never happened?" He asked, curious now. His body pointed towards me, ready to listen.

I scratched my head. "It was about to, but I'm glad you and my sister interrupted. I would be regretting  now," I sighed shaking my head. I reached over the remote turning on the tv.

Lau continued to look at me long after the conversation had been over.  I tried to ignore it as a flipped through my Continuing Watching section on Netflix. Ironically, I didn't want to continue watching any of them.

"You said you liked me, Moe."
I ignored him when he said this. I do I really do and I can't believe my drunk ass slipped up and admitted it.

"You think I'm better than Larry, too?" He questioned. Lau leaned in and this time I didn't scoot away.

"At this point you might as well be. Look don't—"

"I know you remember, you weren't passed out or hungover. So stop." He was clearly frustrated. I turned to him and looked him in his eyes.

"Maybe I wasn't ready to say I had feelings." I snapped back. His expression softened.

"Why?"

"Why is that even a question?" My voice rose. I placed the remote down on the other side of me. "I feel stupid as hell for falling for Larry but now you? I'm still upset with you." I could always hold a grudge but it was hard with him.

His eyes wandered around my face. "I promise I won't lie to you anymore, there's no reason anymore," His hand found its way to my cheek. "I'm serious. Please don't be upset with me. I didn't know what else to say— belle, one chance is all I need."

I twisted my mouth at the thought. Lau's chocolate, deep eyes were staring at mine. Everytime I tried to break contact or put my chin down he lifts my chin up.

"Stop doing that." I pleaded, breaking eye contact for the fourth time. He literally sat there and gave me this chilling stare in complete silence. Trying keep that eye contact.

"Can I?" Laurent began to slightly pout as his eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips.

"Will I regret it?" I smiled awkwardly, my reference stemming from last night's conversation with him. It took him a moment but he caught on.

By then I'd already leaned in and began kissing him. More passionately than I've ever kissed someone. Not that I was desperate, but this seemed to be really doing something to me.

As expected, his lips were soft. They rubbed against mine so perfectly that I didn't even want to take a breath, though he did.

I've never seen Laurent so surprised. Wandering, he looked at me with with lust filled eyes.  He wanted to kiss me again, and I wanted to kiss him. Though my phone rudely interrupts by ringing.

I run back into my room grabbing my phone and answering immediately after seeing Aria's name and picture displayed.

"Hello?"

"Hey are doing anything today?" She asked, her voice sounded like she'd just finished balling her eyes out.

I walk back into the living room. "No, do I need to come over?" I asked gazing over at Lau.

"Please? For a few. I need someone to talk to," She sniffs. Rubbing my temples I sigh. I think Lola opened up her big mouth and said something.

I nod. "Of course, sure. See you." I say. She says goodbye as well before, hanging up.

"Was that your sister?"

I nodded once again. I paused for a moment. "I have to check on her. I threatened Lola to not say anything so I could explain but I guess she wanted to start shit." I grunted.

"Well do what you have to do." He smiled, an innocent smile.

I walked off, grabbing my purse and my car keys, as well as my phone. I pulled on a hoodie, which was pointless because I still had shorts. I twirled my keys on my finger as I headed towards the front door.

"I'll be back. Don't miss me too much," I joked, opening the door.

"I should say that to you." He laughed. l shook my head exiting and shutting the door behind me.

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So i'm making a one-shot book. You'll be able request and of course I'll come up with my own short stories about Les Twins but yea. So look out for that, coming very soon. Also there will DEFINITELY be some mature content so I will give warnings if you're not interested.