Extraordinary

Chapter 57: Missed Notes

Chapter 56: Missed Notes

Remember when Louis practiced that piano piece over his tour just to surprise me? And he decided to both scare and shock me when I found him playing it when I came over to his house? Yeah, I was waiting for Pat to do something like that since he should be back by now.  But he didn’t even tell me he was back. To be honest, I haven’t heard from him since and now I feel as though I should start worrying.  

But now that I start comparing Pat with Louis (which I shouldn’t), I realize that I don’t worry as much as I do with Louis. Even if Louis didn’t get hurt before, I’d worry about him ten times more than I’d worry about Pat. Is that was true love does to you? Making you care about someone so deeply that you start to put them and only them in front of everyone else? That doesn’t sound right. Let me rephrase that; it shouldn’t be right.

For some reason this morning, all I could think of was Pat. Why he hasn’t tried to call me or text me or even get together for a coffee or something. Maybe he was sick of me. Maybe he was thinking that now that I had a boyfriend that I would have no time for him. But I did, sort of. Taking the job of assistant coaching was seriously starting to backfire on me. And you’re probably wondering “Isn’t football season over?” Oh no, of course not. They’ve decided that since our university’s team will compete in finals at the end of the school year, we will keep competing and play football until our feet ache. But hey, the more we play the more money I make.

Other than the constant thought of Pat in general and my approaching next session of assistant football coaching, I was practicing nonstop for the X Factor too. And boy Chloe and Louis were getting tougher and harder on me. Not like they would yell at me or get mad, but they’d make me practice the same song or verse or even part of a verse over and over again until I got it perfectly. After working with them for at least a week, I could tell that they were both a bit of perfectionists.

“Lola,” Louis waves a hand in front of my face to catch my attention. I shook my head a little.

“Yeah?” I say, looking at him. He sighs.

“I asked if you want to try and go through ‘No More Heroes’ again,” He replies.

“Yeah, sorry, I must not have heard you,” I apologize. I scoot my stool closer to where he sits in front of his piano. He looks at me skeptically.

“You’re thinking about something,” he states.

“Lou, I’m always thinking about something, it’s that sort of thing I can’t really stop doing no matter what,” I say dumbfounded. He looks at me annoyed.

“But you’re not focused like you usually you are with this,” He points out. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not focused Lola, your mind is stuck on something else right now and I want to know what it is,” He says firmly.

“I’m not thinking about anything in particular Louis,” I say.

“I didn’t say you were thinking about anything in particular,” He smirks. “Now you have to tell me,” I sigh in exasperation.

“If you want to know what I’m thinking about so badly, fine, I’ll tell you. I’m thinking about why three months have passed and I haven’t gotten into any contact with Pat. Happy?” He stays silent for a bit.

“He hasn’t called you?” He asks. I look at him annoyed.

“Why do you care? You hate him,” I snap.

“I never said that I hated him,” He says. I don’t say anything in reply because he’s right.

“But seriously, he hasn’t called you?” He asks again. I shake my head.