Stroke of Luck

Part Four.

Here is the last chapter to this story, I hope you guys liked it! Vote and comment, please! ;D

-Shax <3

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 Part Four.

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Both Louis and Becky turned to look at me, their eyes wide. Becky looked surprised, like she hadn’t been expecting me to be standing behind them. Louis looked paler than normal, his eyes wide, and his arms by his sides. The look on his face made my chest ache.

“What did you just say, Louis?” I repeated, swallowing the tears threatening to spill.

This could all be product of my vivid imagination, I tried telling myself. I could feel the fight or flight trigger inside of me go off. I could stay were I was and confront Louis or I could run past them and not look back. The more I thought about it, the more my heart was setting on the latter. It was as if Louis had guessed what I was about to do, because he closed the door and stepped in front of it.

“You’re not going to run away, Shawn. We need to talk.” Louis looked at me with pleading eyes.

That’s when I realized that what I had heard hadn’t been my imagination. Louis had been telling the truth to Becky; to her instead of me. This entire time I had felt like shit for feeling the way I did, and here he was feeling the same way too. Had I not been suffering alone the whole time? No, I had been the only one suffering day in and day out while he fucked around with Samantha.

“No, we’ve got nothing to talk about, Louis.”

He shook his head, taking a step towards me. “I wanted to tell you how I felt, but-“

I cut him off before he could finish, “I don’t want to hear it.” I covered my ears like a little kid and shook my head. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins and straight into my contracting heart.

“Please, Shawn, listen to me.” He took another step forward and I took one backwards.

I had practically tortured myself by not talking to him because of these feelings, and he expected me to just listen to him and agree to whatever he says. For three months I beat myself for loving him. I had believed that by feeling this way that I was betraying him; that I was betraying our friendship because of my love for him.

I shook my head and walked back to the bathroom. I still had paste in my mouth and it was starting to sting a bit. Damn it why had I chosen the minty toothpaste instead of the strawberry one? I chuckled to myself, only I would complain about the toothpaste in this situation. I could hear Louis’ footsteps and groaned deep inside. He was following me, giving me no way out. Something inside of me told me to listen to him and to fight for us, but the prideful son of a bitch that seemed to guide my life since I was young was telling me to turn around and knee Louis for been an asshole this whole time.

Three fucking months, for god’s sake, and now he thinks about his ‘feelings’. What in the fuck?!

I rinsed my mouth and stared at the mirror. I looked like shit with a bad case of bed head and dark circles under my eyes. The more I stared into the mirror, the more I remembered those three months. I had stopped talking to people and became a loner for lack of a better word. I isolated myself so I wouldn’t feel the way I did. I had stopped talking to him, which had pained the most. I changed my fucking schedule!

“Shawn, please, let me explain how everything went down.”

I shook my head, “There’s nothing to explain, Louis.” I could see him looking at me through the mirror. His eyes showed concern but also hurt. Deep inside I wanted to brush that sad look off of his eyes, but it was nothing compared to how I had felt the entire time.