It was a long, agonizing day as to when Carter could leave. I stayed with him all day and night. I couldn't leave him, he was like family. I love him. Not like a boyfriend but like a brother. He's a protective, caring, loving best friend.
Yesterday mom came and picked Courtney up so she could go home.
"McDonald's or Chick-fil-a?" I asked, strapping on my seatbelt. A couple seconds after my brain rewired itself, I wished the world would open and swallow me whole.
"I'm sorry Carter, I didn't mean-"
"I know what you meant, Chanel. It's okay."
My heart ached and I nodded. "Yeah, right." I put the car in reverse and headed for the highway.
"I can eat some food you know. As long as its not a lot of carbs."
"So like salad?" I asked.
He shrugged, "I don't know. That's what doc told me. Plus I have this pod in me that puts my insulin in me and-" He stopped ranting and looked out of the window. "I don't know I just feel like, my life's over." He said, turning to me.
"Carter, a lot of people have diabetes-"
"But you don't know what it's like." He snapped.
I narrowed my eyes, "My dad had diabetes."
"You're dad's a loser that left with some stupid whore."
My chest clinched and I grit my teeth. Carter went stiff, not moving a muscle.
"Chanel, I didn't mean to-"
"No. You're right. I don't know what it's like to have diabetes and my dad is a loser." I stated firmly.
"Chanel-"
"Where do you want to eat?"
"McDonalds." He mumbled.
I pulled into McDonald's and sighed when I saw the line. "Figures." I muttered, parking the car.
"What do you want?" I asked, opening the door and stepping out.
"Big Mac." He stiffened and so did I. "Um, salad."
I nodded and shut the door, crossing the road, into the building. I made a beeline to the line and stood behind a brunette boy.
"Seriously, I don't know why we're still here." A British accent rang through my ears.
I glanced up, recognizing it.
I leaned to the left to get a better look of his face, and gasped when I saw who it was.
Louis Tomlinson.
Louis freaking Tomlinson.
I squealed and slapped a hand over my mouth. Idiot, I cursed myself.
He turned around and sent me a warm smile, "Hello."
"Er, hi." I said, sheepishly.
Harry peeked out from behind Louis and sent me a cheeky grin. "Are you a fan?"
I flipped my hair over my shoulder, recomposing myself. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Harry's grin grew bigger and Louis rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere." Harry said, pursing his lips.
"I saw you at the concert." Louis grinned.
"Oh really, I saw you too!" I said, involuntarily.
Harry cracked a grin and Louis bit his cheek to keep from smiling.
Heat Ross up to my face and I instantly turned red.
"Um, you know what.. I'm just going to leave now because I've made a fool of myself." I pointed towards the door and started to walk away.
"It's okay, you're kind of cute and you remind me of Taylor Swift." Harry chuckled.
"Oh, thanks. I get that a lot." I grinned, biting my lip.
"Can you sing like her?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
My face went red again and I froze. Could I sing? What a joke.
"Um,"
"Harry, you twat. You don't just go around asking people if they can sing or not." Louis chided, hitting Harry in the balls.
"Ooiiii." Harry groaned, clutching his private and falling to the ground.
"Sorry about him. He doesn't have good manners."
I gave him an insouciant shrug and smiled. "it's okay."
He grinned and my heart melted. "That's good."
"Order number 204!" A loud woman hollered.
"That's us." Louis grinned, walking towards the McDonald's bag. "Catch'u around?"
"Okay." I mumbled, lifting a hand for a pathetic wave.
Sure Louis, I'll see you around.
I watched as he walked out of the door and reality hit me.
I just talked to Louis Tomlinson.
I squealed and started shaking. I couldn't believe it. I just had a real conversation with THE Louis Tomlinson of One Direction.
A couple of people turned around and gave me weird looks but I was too ecstatic to care.
I'm sorry this was so short and it took me so long to update. Ugh, I hate school and it's causing me not to be able to write.
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