US- Louis Partridge Fanfic

eight

It's been a month and I hate my life. I have had so much course work to do and I don't even have a laptop to do it on, so I physically have to go to the library and study there. On the computers in the library, social media doesn't work so I haven't been able to see what people are up to. Every night for the past month I've been thinking about Louis. I just can't help it. He's so special and I wish I could see him soon, but he just lives so far away. I also realised that I left my coat on Louis bed. Oh well. It was old anyway. I did my monologues, and they weren't too bad. That just shows that things are fine in the end.

Today (Saturday 7th November), my parents are out of town and my brother is at a party, so I've invited Kyle and Grace round for a sleepover, as I'm in need of one since I have been grounded. My parents wave me goodbye as I hold my phone in my hand. I run to my room and open a few messages from people. I have so many, so I reply to a many as I can. I open Instagram and I have a DM. Honestly, I'm scared because I never get people texting me on Instagram. I press the little arrow in the top right corner, and I close my eyes and hope it's Louis. I open them and it's... not Louis. But it's a guy in my college. His names Adam and he's doing art at my college. I've had lunch with him like once and he was pretty chilled. He put "Hi". Does this mean he likes me? I text "Heyy" back and I message my group chat with Kyle and Grace in to see when they're coming.

A few hours pass and I'm in the lounge, watching YouTube with Kyle and Grace. Adam hasn't replied yet but I'm not really that bothered because I'm not interested in him. Whereas I'm really into Louis. We're all chomping on popcorn when Grace speaks, "You should text Louis."

"Yes!" Kyle shrieks.

I roll my eyes with a smile "Oh God. Text him? That's like asking for rejection."

"Well, you don't know that" Grace tells me.

"I do."

"If it was special for you, then it must have been special for him. I say text that hoe!" Kyle announces.

"I can't, sorry guys. Also, I feel like I'm just one of his regular bitches."

"But he said all that stuff about it being hard to find a real girl and he called you special!" Kyle shouts.

"Yeah, that was bullshit Kyle" Grace tells him, hurting me.

"I wouldn't say bullshit. It just seemed so genuine" I say, and I start to scroll through Instagram to stop myself from crying.

Grace puts her arm around me, "Listen Y/n. He's a typical stud. He'll say all these lies to make you still like him so he can move on and you will still want him. It's selfish really."

"Yeah, I know boys can be like that, but not him. He was different" I start to cry.

Kyle is on the other side of me and leans on my shoulder "It's okay girl. Theres plenty more cock in the pen."

Grace and I stare at him for a second and then burst out laughing. "Cock in the pen? Where did that come from?" Grace questions, laughing.

Kyle laughs "Well a cock is a chicken, and they live in a pen, right?"

"I'm pretty sure they're called Hen Houses" I say, wiping my eyes.

"Whatever its called, its true" Kyle rolls his eyes as a joke and we stop laughing.

"Well, Adam texted me today" I spill the tea. They both look at me in shock.

"Adam Cooper?" Grace questions.

"Yep."

"No way!" Kyle screams in shock, "How come you get all the fit boys?"

I laugh "I mean, he only said hi."

"Still. He popped up. That means he's interested" Grace remarks.

"I guess so. But I still can't get over Louis." My eyes hit the floor.

"Ugh, Y/n. You need to get over him. It's been a month now. You didn't even fuck! I think it's time to start talking to Adam. He clearly seems interested in you as well."

"I know. I know. It's going to be really hard though."

"We get it bitch! But if you don't try, you never will" Kyle tells me.

"I guess I'll try, but you guys have to understand that this is very difficult" I finally give in. They both look happy.

"Yesss! Don't worry, we'll give you time" Grace reassures. This will be extremely hard, but I want to at least try.