Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 27 ♥

Chapter 27: My brain wasn’t a superman of some sort.

        “Ready?” 

        “Yeah,” I gave Louis my best, not-so-fake smile and he just narrowed his eyes on me. “I promise, I’m ready.” I chuckled and buckled my seatbelt in. 

        Louis started the ignition and off we went. I convinced my mom that she didn’t have to go. She needed a lot of rest and I’m sure dad would comply with her absence, if he’s not thrilled to see me back and actually paying him a visit after all the things they’ve done to me. 

        I just wonder, was this the reason why they always set me up with blind dates because they were trying to sell me out? My parents aren’t very resourceful, that I could agree on. There are so many ways to help with my dad’s medications without dropping out of school and having to work full-time. We could always loan from the banks or the insurance thing. 

        Nevertheless, I’m quite glad that they chose this idea because if it weren’t for my parents, I wouldn’t be with Louis right now. I wouldn’t be with him. Maybe I was still with Ryder. I would’ve met Louis by acquaintance, maybe, but I wouldn’t be his girlfriend then. And I wouldn’t be in love with him. 

        Louis turned the music down and tapped his fingers on the wheel, “are you ready to go back to school tomorrow?” 

        I bit on my lower lip. Right, school. I thought of all the projects and lessons I have to catch up with for my loss. I’m going to be very busy, I don’t know what should I think about first, my dad, my fake marriage with Louis, our upcoming five-year separation, or school. I don’t think I can handle having them all camped up my brain. 

        “I have to be ready.” I grumbled.

        Louis looked at me for a brief a second and flashed me his million-dollar smile and then his attention was back on the road. 

        “I’ve already excused us for all the other projects for the past week. We only have to do one thing in return,” he paused to face me squarely as he stopped at a red signal. “We’re in charge of the Fall Formal committee.” 

        I gasped, “what?! I don’t have any idea about planning events! I’m not an events coordinator; I’m only a student! Can’t the student council do the job?” 

        He laughed at me and started driving down the road again. 

        “You don’t have to make a fuss about it. One Direction is definitely on to it and I’m sure Lake won’t mind.” He smiled victoriously. 

        I crossed my arms over my chest, “whatever. Just tell me what I should do.” I pointed a finger at him, “but never let me do the hard jobs, please. I don’t think I can handle any more hassle.” 

        I sighed as he neared the hospital’s parking area. “I have a lot on my plate right now.”