Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3

Part seventeen

"The girl is literally lifting like two-hundred pounds randomly in her room and her mum doesn't say anything."

He looks over at me, his eyebrows raised and his smile wide in amusement.

'Girls can lift weight too.' I respond, trying to hold back my own laughter as Louis rolls his eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that. I mean that she's not even breaking a sweat, she's like sixteen or some shit, doesn't even have anyone with her to make sure she's even doing it properly so she won't hurt herself, an- Oh my fucking god."

He interrupts himself when we both look back at the screen, seeing this random guy go through her window, trying to scare the shit out of her.

The girl screams and dramatically gets up quickly, placing her hand over her chest in an exaggerated way.

This movie is pure gold.

'You scared the shit of me!' The girl says, the acting horrific.

I almost feel bad for her.

Louis just begins to laugh, his head falling back slightly as his hands make themselves to his tummy.

I laugh too.

"Come on! I am a really crappy actor, but I'm not even this bad!"

I feel myself snort and Louis just laughs even more.

We're both at the summer home, all the windows open with gleaming sunlight seeping in as well as a few chilling winds. Louis is wearing a gray beanie today, a few of his hairs falling over his eyes that look especially blue this morning. It 's Tuesday, meaning both of our sessions are in the afternoon today so we decided to spend time with one another early before we go together. Also, Louis has practice he has to attend to for the big game tomorrow right after the ward, so Coop is going to pick me up right after, Louis and I having to part separate ways for the day after we both enter the rooms of our therapists.

He's leaving Saturday morning and even though this awful movie has distracted me for a bit, I can't help but glance at Louis with all of his glow and welcoming presence and Marvel comic t-shirt. What if I never get to see him again?

What if the rain stops falling and leaves the smoke all by itself so it can fall over something else?

"Hey, are you okay?"

I realize that my smile has vanished and I quickly force it back.

'Yeah, I-'

"Did I do something?"

Now his smile has vanished, his eyes growing concerned and even a little hurt.

'You're going to forget about me' is what I want to say, what I have not been able to stop thinking about, but I don't want to give him any of my own burden.

'No. It isn't you.' I respond instead, looking back at the television and seeing how the weight lifting girl and you scared the shit out of me guy are now talking about weird threesomes with his friends that have now snuck themselves through the window as well.

This movie is called Troll 2.

When the fuck are these trolls going to come in to play anyway?

"What is it then? This movie too scary for you?" He says the last thing teasingly, obviously trying to lighten the mood and a chuckle releases from me.

'Yes. I'm so fucking terrified.' I reply, a small smile returning.

I glance at him briefly, seeing how his eyes are still on me and he just fixes his beanie.