Letters
[let-erz]1. A written or printed note to someone
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Songs for the chapter:
Sleeping at last - Turning Pages
I'll keep your memory vague - Finger Eleven
***************************The kiss ends due to lack of oxygen, both Louis and I gasp for air.
I open my eyes to see a smiling Louis. My eyes widen, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have given in and kissed his perfect lips.
He sighs, "I needed that."
"Needed what?" I question
"The reassurance that you still have feelings for me."
"Who said I still had feelings for you?" I lie
Of course I still have feelings for this conniving gang leader.
Louis scoffs, "You don't kiss someone that you don't have feelings for like that."
"Like what?"
"Like whatever that was." Louis laughs, I laugh along. But the feeling of laughter is foreign to me, I have barley even smiled in the last 18 days let alone laughed.
Louis turns serious, "What are we now?"
I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know."
I want to be with Louis, I really fucking do, but I can't handle this back and forth shit.
"Can you come back?" He asks quietly
I run my fingers through my hair, "I don't know..."
"Goddamnit Harley. You know you want to be with me just as much as I want to be with you." He raises his voice
"Of course I want to be with you Louis but I can't! I can't handle you always fighting with me! I almost fucking relapsed today because I thought that there was no other way to forget about you. And then you just show up and expect me to come back." I yell back
"Yes Harley, I do expect you to come back! We're both just going to get worse and worse until we're together!" Louis stands from his seat
I look down at my hands, what the hell am I going to do.
"I think that we need to think about this for a couple more days." I gulp
Louis nods his head, but not in an understanding way. In a
fuck-you-right-now kind of way.I close my eyes as Louis stomps out the front door, slamming it shut behind him.
I start to sob once again, shit stop fucking crying.
"Damnit!" I scream
I pick up the empty bottle of vodka, throwing it against the white wall. It shatters instantly.
With the little energy that my malnourished body carries, I run up to Tony's room. I sob even harder at the sight of it, at the smell of it.
I lie down in his fluffy bed, enveloping myself in his blankets that smell just like him. Goddamnit I could use a Tony hug right now. Or just some advice from him. Something.
My eyes travel to a small box on top of his desk, I can see that it's labeled 'Harley (Lee Lee)'
I stand up, grabbing the box before sitting back down on Tony's bed. My tears have ceased, for the time being.
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Gangland 2 [L.T.]
FanfictionIn which a girl doesn't know who to love. In which a boy doesn't know how to love. "The words become thee as thy wounds." Copyright © xJennaWriting