Extricate // l.s

17

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"Tommo, get the fuck up! Rise and shine, lazy ass. I made coffee for ya so be grateful."

I groaned and scrubbed both of my hands down my face, growing annoyed with my handful of a roommate. Niall stood beside my mattress, bouncing it up and down with both hands in attempt to get me up. He suddenly grasped the edge of my blanket and prepared to pull.

Before he could start, I grabbed ahold of it and tugged it away. "I'm up! Christ, mate. Also, by coffee you mean a pot of burnt beans."

Niall punched my shoulder lightly. "Hey! I've gotten a tad better."

I chuckled. "A tad."

He finally left my room and I continued to stay in bed for a few minutes longer, not wanting to leave the comforting heat from my many blankets.  Also, I didn't want to go back to my classes. I enjoyed my break away a bit too much and I was absolutely dreading walking back into that prison they call a classroom.

When I finally built up the energy to get on my feet, I picked out an outfit quickly and went through my morning routine such as showering and doing my hair. After I made sure everything was just how I wanted it, I gave myself one more look over before walking to the kitchen to see Niall piling leftover pizza onto a paper plate before placing it in the microwave. He looked at me and grinned.

"Want some? We have, like, three boxes left I think."

I grabbed a slice from the fridge and ate it cold. "Thanks, N. I'll pass on the coffee but thank you for consideration." I started towards the door, bag over my shoulder.

"Wait up, L. Do ya want to go to a party tonight? One of my old buddies is hosting one in London and invited me. He told me I could bring a plus one, so what do ya say?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I immediately smiled. "Sure, mate. Sounds fun. What time?"

Niall scratched the back of his neck. "Around eleven, I think. We should probably leave around eight."

I nodded and walked out of the apartment and out onto the streets, my mood immediately brightened. I decided not to take my car today since it was a short distance and I could use the exercise. It was sprinkling a bit but I didn't mind it, only tilting my face towards the sky so a few drops could land on my cheeks. I had always loved the rain since I was a kid, always running around in the pouring rain despite my mum's protests that I was going to catch a cold. It was freeing.

As I continued walking, I caught sight of some guy staring at me through a thrift shop window. He had black hair and didn't look quite that old but he looked quite mature. He looked old fashioned but he also looked like he wouldn't turn down a joint or two. He looked interesting yet a bit creepy.

I stared right back at him, narrowing my eyes a bit. Why was he watching me? Was there something wrong with me? I thought I did a decent job this morning...

I shrugged it off and continued walking, ignoring the strange man's lingering eyes. As I kept walking, though, I felt the presence of someone following me. What the fuck?

I turned around quickly but there was no one there. Something weird was definitely going on with me. Maybe I was going crazy.

I should see a therapist.

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The previous day

"So, Harry."

I rolled my eyes. "How many times do I have to hear you say that?"

"Until you're not crazy anymore." Zayn shrugged. "I'm joking. It was a joke. Don't attack me, please. I'm just a boy."

I rolled my eyes once again and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "You called me here today even though we don't have a session scheduled. What for?"

Zayn cleared his throat and set his papers aside. Oh no. This looked important. "I had an idea but I need some insight from you before I go through with it."

I squinted my eyes in confusion. "An idea? Why would you have to get my insight? You're the therapist here. I'm just the crazy patient you're treating so do you honestly think my insight is the best?"

Zayn scratched the back of his neck. "You have a fair point. I'm going to tell you anyway. So, I want to get to know this boy you've been gushing about."

My face immediately paled. "What are you planning on doing? What's your idea?"

"My idea is I'm going to travel to Doncaster and get more insight on the boy. No harm will be done, just some simple research." He was acting like this was the most casual thing.

"So you're going to stalk him? No. I don't approve." I told him straight forward, crossing my arms over my chest.

He rolled his eyes. "Your opinion doesn't matter anyway because I'm doing it. I leave tomorrow morning. Wish me luck, pet."

"You should be fired."

He tsked at me. "Dear boy, there's a lot you don't know about. Would you like to go to a party with me in two days? It's right downtown, not too far. I can even find a way to get your little obsession to come along."

I growled. "He's not my 'little obsession', he's my fucking boyfriend. He has a name too, you know."

"I know, but I'm not too fond of the name Louis. So, what do you say? Party?" Zayn asked, eyebrows raised.

I kept my arms crossed. "Do you promise he'll be there?"

"Pinky promise." He extended his pinky finger towards me. This was so childlike.

I looked into his eyes while reaching out my own finger and hooking it with his own. This was for Louis. Only Louis.

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just a filler chapter !

i'm excited for the next chapter (:

thoughts?