Flames

thirteen

Sixteen minutes and thirty five seconds - according to the clock on top of the door – had passed with both Louis and I still inside the small art room. My attempts to escape the room failed each time, as Louis was physically more attributed to stop my fat butt from going anywhere.

Except I was far too stubborn to actually give up, and even though all my tries failed, I kept thinking of ideas to get out of this messy situation.

Louis and I hadn’t been alone since we broke up, and as much as I was a bit thankful for this moment of just the two of us, the whole aura of the room screamed ‘awkwardness’, so I desperately wanted out.

“We could do this all day,” Louis said after a minute of cold-hard staring between us. I said nothing in return, because I really did believe he could keep it up for the remainder of the school day.

“Just spill it, Thompson, just tell me, it’s not that hard,” he continued to pressure.
“I don’t owe you an explanation, Tomlinson,” I angrily remarked.

“For fuck’s sake Sam, answer my god damn question!” The immense, angry sound that erupted from his mouth made the hairs on my back stand up and my eyes go wide. I’ve never seen him so angry before, and I was getting afraid, or most importantly, worried. This wasn’t like him, and the amount of effort that he was putting just to know what had caused me to shed a couple tears seemed silly, even to me.

The last time we were alone, and by ‘alone’ I meant, the two of us together – being with each other without any worries or concerns about anything except the immense love we felt for one another seemed to be hundreds of years ago.

We were at Louis’s house, laying on his bed as we watched Transformers on his small, boxed TV. It was just the two of us at the time – bodies close enough to hear the faint sound of our beating hearts and for his masculine hands to massage my arm with a slow, rhythmic motion. We didn’t have to say anything for us to understand what we were feeling, and it was one of the best moments of my life. I often daydreamed about that day, and how wonderful it was just to reminisce on that last time we were together as a couple, but although it was nice to remember it, it also brought a pain to my chest that lasted quite some time.

Just even thinking about the situation that we were in now compared to then made me want to tear up right then and there, but I couldn’t.

 I just couldn’t.

And even as I held back those tears with as much effort as I could muster, the lump in my throat that was forming with the memories made it almost impossible to not cry, so I did the first thing that came to mind, and ran for the door one more time.

I was able to touch the door handle with the tip of my fingers, but an incredible force of a hand grabbing my forearm and squeezing it hard made it so I was pushed back again.

I let out a small yell in response, which Louis replied with a grunt.

“You can’t leave!” It sounded desperate yet venomous the way the words came out of his lips.

“Stop! It hurts!” I suddenly screamed back, because it did hurt, a lot. I could even almost visualize the bruise that would form tomorrow in that same spot.

Once he saw that I meant it, his hard demeanor dropped, and a look of a worried expression appeared. He was about to say something else, but the loud thud of the door opening made us both jump and stare as to what had disturbed our unhealthy encounter.

Well, there went the door lock.

And I thought Louis had a menacing look, but once Zayn observed us, and the grip Louis had on my arm, he looked like he was ready for war.

“You heard her, drop the fucking hand,” Zayn said, eyeing Louis and I a couple times. I had almost forgotten about my arm, but once Zayn mentioned it, the pain seemed to have returned there. Louis actually listened and dropped his hold, turning his arm into a fist instead.

“This is none of your fucking business Malik,” Louis spat. I turned to my arm and rubbed the place he held, eyes widening at the redness that had formed.

 It was throbbing.

I turned back to Louis and blinked a couple times after seeing how his expression had changed completely. He looked extremely worried as he stared at the spot, and for a moment I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that I knew he meant no harm, but I really didn’t know that.

“It’s my business when you’re fucking hurting her you idiot, didn’t your mother teach you some manners?”

“Shut up!” I immediately replied back to Zayn. Louis’s mom was a touchy subject, and although I had made unnecessary remarks about him and her before, I couldn’t allow anyone else do it. It’s not like it was okay for me to do it too, but I knew he had enough on his plate for anyone else to say things about something they knew nothing about, including Zayn. “Both of you, just shut up!”

I didn’t want it to seem like I was taking either of their sides, especially after Zayn had just saved me from whatever was going on between Louis and I.

I just wanted out of the whole situation. And so I did just that.

 I headed past Zayn and away from the room - taking long strides so I could get as far away from them as I could.

I didn’t want to talk - I just wanted to be completely and utterly alone.

there's a couple reasons why i have been gone and not uploading

1. i am just getting tired of writing and my inspiration is 80% gone tbh, that's why this chapter is incredibly short and not very good.

2. i'm in paris and honestly my whole days have been full because i'm in FUCKING PARIS people, i need to live up this shizz.

maybe being in paris will inspire me to write more when i get home in a month, so don't expect a chapter in like four weeks because of that reason... i mean, i'll try but no promises I'm sorry

I suck I know.