Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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[Louis' POV]

All weekend I had been waiting for Harry to write to me. I would not have written to him first, because it would have seemed a desperate gesture, and I was Louis, ergo: I was not desperate. So, since he hadn't texted me yet and it was Monday, I gave up and simply decided to chat to him.

"Is everything okay Louis? You look worried," my mom asked me as I grabbed a banana for breakfast. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't worried, I didn't care that Harry couldn't stand being with me anymore. But I knew my mom wouldn't let it go that easily, so I sighed, "Yeah, just a couple breakdown."

"Couple huh? It's impressive, you never seemed to me to have a stable relationship, "she commented, handing Phoebe and Daisy their breakfast, pancaked. I shrugged, muttering, in a neutral tone, "I guess I don't since it didn't last."

"Oh honey, don't even try to give up. Do you really like this girl? "
I frowned at the word girl, but thought about it for a moment and realized that it would actually have been better if I were straight; then I sighed, "Yes."

"What is it that you like about this girl who has won your heart?" she chuckled, taking his seat in front of me.

A smile came across my face, "Well... they are really smart, funny, totally adorable person! Then they have dimples, and I have never liked dimples, but they are just perfect on this person. Their eyes are wonderful, a beautiful green ... every now and then I get lost in them. But the thing I like the most is that they make me feel like ... like I have butterflies in my stomach, I feel so ... weird when I'm with this person, it makes me really happy to see then smile. "

"They sound adorable," my mom said, giving me a sweet smile.

"Harry has green eyes!" Phoebe grinned with the pancake syrup dripping down her chin. My mother frowned, "Yes, but he's a boy. Guys don't go out with other guys, remember?" Phoebe nodded and I realized she was right, it was a lot more complicated, and I shouldn't even have kissed him.

Even though I loved doing it, because it just seemed right ... even if my mother made it seem so wrong ... She smiled, distracting me from my thoughts and saying, "It's nice to know you've found someone who can put a smile on your face and not drugs." I felt my heart lose a beat as I replied, "But it's over now, there is no longer any chance."

"It doesn't make sense," my mother protested, "It's clear this girl means a lot to you! I want you to win her heart again, understand? " I nodded, then thinking that I wouldn't, before replying, "Yes, and it's nice not to argue with you anymore." "The same goes for me," she said kissing my forehead, then ordered, "Now go to school!"

***

It had been weird not receiving any messages all morning or not sending Harry any good morning messages. School was boring and continued to progress slowly, I could not concentrate and kept looking at the clock, begging it to let the time pass faster. I couldn't wait for the break to go to the computer room.

It would be the only time I could have contacted Harry and he would inevitably have to respond. I can't be that desperate, I mean, he shouldn't even care if he still likes me ... I just feel the need to talk to him. After what had seemed like a year, but had actually only been four hours, the bell finally rang. I practically fell out of my chair due to anxiety, I quickly ran to the computer room and sitting down on one of the chairs, entering my data into the database.

Hotpants92: Angel, please answer! xx

I was staring at the screen waiting to see Curlycat94 is typing ... but it never appeared. After very long minutes I began to despair.