The Roommates (Louis Tomlinson.)

Widsen and Butterflies

'Louis, it was very nice to meet you.' Gen smiles, shaking his muscular hand. Had he gotten buffer since I last seen him? I mean, it's not a big difference, but there's something there.

'It was nice to meet you.' He gives a short laugh, before turning to me, 'it's always a pleasure to see you Cass.' My heart flutters when he says Cass. I don't even say Lou anymore. I try not to without laughter filled memories haunting me every time I close my eyes. I return a smile and nod. Not really sure what to say. I know that I was trying to be nicer instead of just rolling my eyes and walking off which was what I planned on doing for awhile before I thought about my self conversation last night to actually give him a chance to prove himself. I hasn't been even two days and I have never been with Louis for so long. Not even our conversation at Niall's. That lasted a short time before I ran out with tears engulf my cheeks. He turns to walk away and I watch him start to become more distant before my sub continences tells me to stop him. I don't want him walking away again. Not unless he has too.

'Wait.' I shout, making Louis snap back around with a confused expression, 'Louis, you can.. um..' I loose my words and Gen thankfully takes over for me, obviously getting the idea.

'Hang out with us. With just us two, it's pretty lonesome.' She laughs and Louis cracked a grin. 'Are you sure? I don't want to intrude.'

'No, please.' I say, 'we really could use some more company.'

'Okay.' His smile widens from me accepting him to our little clique. We walk back to the vans and I made sure this time not to get into the same one as Andy. I have dealt with him for three days now and he is already getting on my nerves. Isn't suppose to take longer than that? I guess first impressions make you stick to one thing.

I stay silent during the duration of the ride back to the construction sight. Gen and Louis go off about something in Paris. I think they were talking about snails and frog legs. But I couldn't focus on their conversation when my mind is filling up with memories and thoughts. Gen seems to really like Louis. I never thought I would say this but I really like having the presence of Louis around me.

I miss him more than I ever really thought. It still doesn't feel normal to be with him but it feels right. Sometimes I feel like I should launch myself at him and embrace him with a passionate kiss and tell him everything's better and we could be together again. But those things only happens in the movies. For the longest time, I said to myself that we didn't break up because the more I believed it, the less it hurt.

There was still pain and sobs. Heartbroken nights contained with wet pillow cases cascaded with make up stains and shivering cold temperatures from the weather. England was always cold and the first few months were no exception. Freezing temperatures.

I stayed inside anyways, chugging down cokes until I felt a burning slash aching pain in my stomach. I have those on and off but they haven't happened since I came here. I even felt nauseous.

I'm the last one out of the van, slowly trailing behind Gen and Louis as they go off about something I'm unknown to.

I stop at sudden when I feel a lite tug and my shorts. I look down to see a young boy standing beside me. His bones nearly visible. I kneel down to his level as he looks me dead in the eye.

'Why are you alone?' He asks, sadness coaxing his eyes.

'Because sometimes I like to think.' I reply to the boy, giving a sly smile.

'My mom told me never be alone in world. It will feel bad.' He says, trying to form a sentence from what little mind process he has to create a sentence.

'I'm not always alone. And you won't be alone either. Once your new school is up you will make new friends.' I smile. I feel so fucking bad for him. He doesn't deserve to live in poverty. None of these great people do.

'Is school fun?' He asks, tilting his head slightly. My first answer would be no. No one likes it, but in his situation, it's probably the best gift he could ever recieve.

'School is a lot of fun. You're going to have a great time.' I smile.

'Im Widsen.' The boys introduces his name, holding out his tiny hand.

'Im Cassidy.' I smile, shaking his hand, it's nice to meet you Widsen.'

'When is school going t be done?' He asks, struggling at the words. Which just adds guilt and sadness to me mood.

'It should be done next week.' I say, biting my lip. I'm seriously on the verge of tears. This literally pains my heart to him like this. A young boy who deserves the world. A smile shows on his face bigger than it was previously and he jumps in excitement.

'Want to come help me build your school?' I offer, retaking my had out for him to grab. He nods with excitement and grabs my hand. I laugh and stand up but due to height difference, I'm slightly bent over to reach his size.

We walk hand in hand to the progressing school. The smile never hades from Widsen's face. He seems so excited.

I catch a glimpse of Louis from the corner of my eye and I see a smile on his face. I smile as well, but turn my full attention back on Widsen. He's laughing and having a great time from what it looks like. Always jumping around, looking at his surroundings of the new building.

I can barely hold it inside anymore. I think if I try to act like I'm pissed at Louis anymore, I'm going to be pissed at myself. Just the rest of today and then I'm changing this whole thing. I may have actually been pissed at him at first but now my heart flutters whenever I make eye contact with him. And I get butterflies in my chest.

God, sometimes I just want to run over there and grab his face and-

'Cassidy, you think I can learn to read?' Widsen asks.

'Yes. You can. You can do anything if you out yor mind to it.' I smile, patting his head.

'You my favorite.' He says in a lower voice to me after a few minutes. I laugh at the flattering compliment and tell him, 'and you are my favourite.'

'Cassidy, can I get a hand?' Gen asks, standing next to Louis. Of course those two are together. They can't seem to shut up about the randomness things.

'Yeah.' I call and grab Widsen's hand. We both walk over to Gen with Louis' eyes burning a whole through my heart, I try not to look at him.

'Okay, Andy said that we are falling a little behind, so we need to get this part of the wall done by today.'

'Thats nearly impossible.' I gape at the missing bricks from the school house. A random gap that's at least Gen's height tall and she's a little shorter than me.

'I know, I tried to tell Andy but then he started yelling and I just said whatever. But we need to start now. Louis? You going to help?' Gen looks over my shoulder and I follow her eyes to look at the boy I'm madly in love with.

He glances from me to gen and nodded his head with a smile. He smiles too damn much.

'Come on Widsen, we have to get some bricks.' I say to the little boy. He laughs and nods his head.

We walk to the pile of bricks and I hand one to Widsen, while I grabbed a few. I knew these bricks were heavy and I didn't want Widsen to get hurt because his arms were really thin and I don't know what I would do with myself if that happened. I would literally go insane asylum mad.

Widsen gave the brick to Gen and I placed mine on the ground. I want to look over at Louis to see if he was looking at me just to get butterflies purposely in my stomach and make my cheeks glow with the crimson colour I have come use to knowing.

I look out of the corner of my eye and see Louis working on a part of the brick wall. A felt a little disappointed because I craved his blue eyes but it also a huge turn on to see him working like that. His tank top revealing his toned inked arms. I bite my lip, a smile forming on my face as I look away before he could catch me.

I miss Louis terribly. More than I have ever since the awards. I was so close to moving on from that little hope but now all this hope is just leading me to Louis' arms. And I can't help it because girls chase boys, who chase girls. And thankfully, he's still chasing after me as I'm chasing after him.