Dream Upon A Star

12

I gasp, flinging my body upward in panic, my breaths coming out short and panicked. "L-lo... Go- I-I can't. Breath." I whisper breathlessly, my body shaking as I shove my face into my hands, my hands trembling in fear from what I just experienced. Sad tears of fear began to build up in my eyes, but I pushed them back for the sake of Louis just sitting there, staring at me. I cough, looking up only to meet Louis's gorgeous green eyes. But the funny thing was, they were full of genuine concern. Nothing I would have ever thought I would see in Louis Evans, the smug player who only cared about winning and being remembered due to an ice-cold heart.

"I..." He trailed, his cheeks tinting pink as he gazed at me making me heart beat steady down to its regular pace. "What happened?" He asked, his voice lacing with stress as he pressed a hand against his forehead, his eyes leaving mine. "I... I'm sorry for the show I put up... I just can't help but feel pain from the memories." I mumbled, slouching as I stared at Louis who looked just as tired as I felt. He closed his eyes tightly, opening them slowly as he scooted toward me, taking my hand in his.

"You scared me, Sarah. Don't do something like that ever again." He scolded rather angrily but his voice softened as he set a hand against my face, caressing it. I blink, confused. I scared him? It was as if Louis actually cared, but I knew it was most likely an act. "Louis." I huff, pushing his hand off of my cheek making him furrow his eyebrows. As I look at Louis, my eyes harden. "I know your using me for some sort of sick game. Every day." I stand up from my bed, my voice firm but it cracked with the pain that ached in my heart.

"What? What are you talking about?" He frowned as he stood up as well, his eyes intense with confusion. "Stop acting. You're just going to end up hurting me more. But that's probably what you want, to break me. Huh? Isn't that right?" I hiss, the volume of my voice increasing to a shout as I jabbed a finger at his chest making him step back, his eyes hostile and cold. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled as he shoved my hands away from him, probably not likening the fact that I had nearly pushed him into the wall.

I scoff, crossing my arms over me chest to show him how much he disgusted and made me angry at the moment. "You act as if you don't know." I sneer, rolling my eyes. He tenses, glaring at me. "I don't." He stated deeply, making me clench my jaw in frustration. That made me snap. That one simple lie made me snap. I just couldn't take it anymore, I burst like an erupting volcano, steaming my anger out with words.

"LOUIS! I'M FUCKING TIRED WITH YOU LYING TO ME! Just admit it, you did this all for your twisted pleasure, for your game. I can't believe y-"

I stopped venting abruptly when his hand managed to slap over my mouth, his other hand spinning me around, so he could shove me against the wall, "I have no idea what you're talking about. First off, when did I ever lie to you? Secondly, I have never intended to hurt you. From the beginning it was all a bet to see if you could resist, right? It's your fault for agreeing." He snapped, a dark gleam of rage in his eyes that made me growl. "I hate you. I don't care if you can't take the fact that I hate you, but I do. I hate you with every bone in my body. I hate the cocky smirk you wear every day, I hate the way you act like you care about me, I hate the way you walk down the halls like you own them. I hate how you treat me. I hate you." I burst, grabbing his shirt collar violently.

He narrows his eyes at me, them becoming bitter as he glared at me. "You know what? I hate you too. I hate the way you try to be different from everybody when you're really the same. I hate the way you accept me when I'm sweet but won't put up with me when I'm acting the least bit normal. I hate the way you reject me in every single way, even when I try to help you. I hate the way you've been acting toward me- like a bitch And I hate bitches." He hissed with venom dripping from his voice as he shoved my hands away from his shirt collar roughly.

It felt like I was just slapped across the face, stabbed in the heart, shot in my head. My heart pained when he spoke of me this way, But I was angry. I didn't deserve to be treated this way. He didn't get to just insult me and get away with it. I felt my cheeks get hot in anger as I gritted my teeth. "Fuçk you." I grumble bluntly as I turn away, rushing to the other side of the room.

"I'm done. I'm done with this dysfunction relationship of hate and hate. Bye bitch- dork, nerd, or whatever you are. Don't hesitate to apologize this time." He spun of his heels swiftly and strode out of my room, slamming my bedroom door shut behind him, which made the walls shake from the impact. I hold back the tears, my eyes glaring at the door.

"Good, I'm done with you too." I whisper and collapse in my bed, my body shaking. My heart was aching, as if Louis had thrown a knife straight through it and left it to bleed out painfully and slowly. His words hurt, they left me feeling extremely self-conscious. I never knew words from him could hurt me so much, I've heard them plenty of times, from Jenna. It just seemed different with Louis... He left a mark each and every time they came out. It was out of place for Louis to become so angry, he was usually trying to pull his 'charm' on me.

Suddenly I felt empty, and dry with emotion. Why does Louis Evans effect my life so greatly? Was he really leaving... For good?

I knew that would be a terrific thing, but I only felt emotionless when I thought it... But why? I thought this was all I ever wanted for the last few weeks...