Illusion {l.t}

{xxxxvi}

*Louis' pov*

I was awoken by the voice of my ringtone, i open my eyes and grab my phone from the drawer next to my bed, who would even call me at a time like this, ugh

I automatically answer the call without even looking at the caller ID because my eyes barely even opened

"Hello?" I say, my voice is soar from my sleep

No one replies, "hello? Is anyone there?" I ask

Again, no answer, i swear to god if this is some kind of a joke, or a stupid prank these teenage kids are doing or a fun, i swear to god i will kill them for waking me up from my deep slumber.

"Is this some kind of a sick joke?" I spit

"I..i..i.. sorry" the person in the other end mumbles and hangs up on me

Sorry? Hell yeah you should be fucking sorry, for waking me up for a stupid phone call, well i hope you stop breathing you piece of shit- i think as i place my phone back on the table and hit my head on my comfortable pillow.

I try to sleep but i can not stop thinking about the voice of the person on the other end, the voice sounded awfully familiar to me, but i know loads of people it can or can not be one of them, well whatever i shouldn't really make a big deal out of it, so i close my eyes and fall asleep, again.

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I wake up, my eyes are heavy and my throat dry, i groan and go out of bed, even though i really wasn't feeling like leaving my bed, i still did because i was thirsty as fuçk

It's been one and a half year since she broke up with me, one and a half year man

Ive been devastated, depressed even.

At first, i was upset a little, i went to clubs more and partied and got laid, but after time passed i realised i was missing a part of me, a really big part of me and it hurt, so i stopped going out and returned to my parents house to find a bit of joy and happiness in the home, with my sisters and mom and stepdad but that didn't work as much as i thought it would so i spend my time mopping around, sometimes i wouldn't even leave my room or bed, then mom said its enough and i should go out , and so i did

I went out on a date once, it was horrible, didnt do that again, but i did get my old self back, well something closer or faker to that. I started smiling even though most of the time they were fake smiles, i laughed again most of the time they were fake ones.

Seeing her yesterday was like someone took the knife that was in my heart and stabbed it ten times more, it was hell watching her with this new block, she probably loves him, he probably takes more care of her than i did, he probably makes her smile, but he can never love her as much as i do though, that's a for sure.

I wonder what she was doing here in doncaster yesterday.. Wait she was at lottie's boyfriends place..

What was she doing at martin's house? Does she know martin? Or this new block is related to martin? Theres like 3 ways to know;

-ask christina- which im never doing

-ask martin if he has a brother- ill leave this for later

-ask lottie- i mean she was with them, she'll probably know and stuff

I leave my bed and walk to the kitchen, with mom being pregnant and all, me, lottie and dan are doing stuff in the place so mom wont get tired and all that stuff

"Lottie!" I call her name, few minutes later an exhausted lottie walks in the kitchen rubbing her tired eyes, her hair messy as hell, "what?" She yawns and stretches her arms. "Morning" i flash her a toothy grin and she mumbles a yeah or something