Lunatic

Chapter 43.

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Chapter 43.

Louis and Will were watching soccer, uh football. Whatever Louis called it. Hunter, I didn't know where he was. It was good that Louis was getting along with Will. Will did say yesterday when we were inside of the van that Louis didn't really like him. I don't think they had a choice of liking each other or not.

"Where's Hunter?" I asked, catching their attention.

"Hello to you too, Gigi." Louis said and waved. He stood and took the key from Zayn. I smiled small and waved at him.

Will stood and gave me a hug with a kiss on my forehead. "He's upstairs coloring. He's had a shower already so he is perfectly clean," I smiled up at Will. Zayn left my side when Will was close to me.

"Thank you." I said to him and walked upstairs to see my boy.

Hunter played with coloring crayons as if they were cars. It was adorable. Without him noticing yet, I leaned against the doorway, and watched him play. Hunter had colorful pages spread out all around him on the ground.

"Vroom. Pow! Ha ha now I will win this race evil villain." He scraped the blue car in front of the red car, on his color book. I had to buy him some toys and some car toys also. Not just coloring books and crayons.

I quietly walked inside of his room and kissed his forehead. "Will?" Hunter asked and turned around from his sitting position on the ground. He stood and hugged me big. "Gigi!" I smiled and picked him up into a better hug.

"What are you doing?" I knew what he was doing, I wanted to hear his small voice explain to me and what his imagination was climbing up to though.

"Oh. I was playing race with my crayons. Wanna play? I've got different color cars. I have pink, blue, red, green, orange, yellow, purple, brown, white, and black." I smiled and nodded. I've never done this before. Whatever pleases Hunter though.

"Sure. How about you chose the color for me?" I sat down on carpet with him. Hunter handed me the purple crayon as he grabbed the green coloring crayon. He told me that green was his favorite color and pink. Which was odd for a boy to like a girl color, I decided not to say anything about it.

"Do you know how to play?" Hunter whipped his small, brunette, waves of hair to the side. He needed a hair cut and I was going to provide that for him.

"Yes, I think so. Let's play," I scraped my purple crayon across the paper of his coloring book.

"Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. Can't catch up to me because I am too fast for you Gigi," Hinter giggled and went in circular shapes on the paper. His hand way ahead of me. I laughed and pretended to catch up to him. "Oh no! Start the electric gas 300. His hand moved fast across the paper. All of the place. All wild, like how Zayn was when we first left with the Aston Martin Vanquish. "Ha! I win," Hunter set down his green crayon and folded his arms up to his chest. A proud smile on his face.

"Hm. Maybe next time I will," I joked and kissed the top of his head. I stood up and left his room. I wasn't planning on going anywhere else today. I changed into a pair of black shorts that were tight around me like the yoga pants. I think that is what they were. They were yoga pants except shorts. I didn't know they would be this short. They stopped half way around my thigh. Gladly, I was thin and tan. I mentally patted myself on the back for the second time today for thinning out and staying thin for four years now. A shiver unwelcomly ran through me thinking about what the real truth was behind my slimness.

I swallowed the embarrassing lump in my throat and shook my head. Not wanting to remember and think about that. I kept the black long sleeve shirt on and my black socks. I had my curves still because they were quite common with Hispanics. I hated them, it was natural though. I tied my hair up into a ponytail with the only hairtye I had. I felt like I was in a perfect outfit for a day to exercise, or for a hot day, or even a day to just chill. That is what I was technically doing for the rest of the evening. I walked downstairs and saw Louis drinking some weird looking wine. He glanced at me and spit out the wine back into his glass, coughing after.