~Two Weeks Later~
I groaned as I sat up in my bed and stared ahead at the plain walls surrounding me. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, the memories of Louis still haunting me. I really screwed things up. The images, and the smells, and the sounds were still fresh in my mind. Louis left. Early. He missed my birthday, and won't be back until after New Year's. I still had a month. No Louis.
"I have to leave early, love. I'm so sorry." Louis met my eyes hesitantly, and waited for my blow. But I was too tired, and heart broken to speak. Just when I thought things might progress, he has to leave.
"It's fine, Charming. Really. You have a job. People are counting on you," I spoke quietly. My voice refused to go louder than a whisper, but the room had a stiff and painful silence filling it. It wasn't hard to hear. My lame attempt at perkiness was drowned in my disappointment, and Lou could see right through it. His deep blue orbs met my hazel ones, and I could practically hear his sadness.
"No. It's not. The promised we would get a long break, dammit," Charming growled, and I flinched. Not from his anger, nor the disappointment, but from the realization that if something were to progress with us, this won't be the first time he would have to leave me sooner than I would like. But I doubt I would ever want him to go.
"You'll back soon, though. You'll be back, and then you'll see me. There's this thing called Skype. We can see each other through that," I joked. My voice was not playful, or humorous, or sarcastic, but it had managed to make him smile the tiniest bit.
As quickly as it came, it left. "I can't hold you, or smell you, or hug you through Skype, M."
"You want to smell me? Should I be worried?" I joked once more. This time his smile spread across his gorgeous features, even reaching his eyes. He pulled me into him, and we laid there, listening to each others' heart beat, in a comfortable silence.
I had probably told him I was fine, and it was ok hundreds of times.
But each time was a lie.
The flashback ended, and I sighed. I checked my phone. Nothing. I guess I figured, but I hoped that maybe there would be something. He hasn't called me, or texted me since his last night here. And it was because I had managed to mess it all up.
Louis had blindfolded me, and I was losing patience. "Loooouuuu!" I whined.
"Maaaccc!" He mocked.
"How much longer?"
"Not much farther, I promise." He grabbed my hand a drew small circles on the back of my hand.
When we finally arrived, I reached for the knot keeping the shirt that was tied around my head in place, but Charming whacked it away. I groaned, and said, "If you expect me to walk blindfolded, then you have officially lost your mind. I'm the clumsiest person on this Earth."
"There's another Earth?" Louis teased. Even though most of my face was covered, I managed to scowl at him, and was rolling my eyes.
"You know, even though I can't see your beautiful eyes, I know that you're rolling them." I chuckled.
I heard him get out of the car, and mine being opened. I was about to step out, but Louis scooped me up easily, and set me on my feet. Since my senses were heightened, I could hear his breathing from where he was standing. I assume he was only a few feet ahead looking at me, and tilted my head.
"What?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'what'?"
"Why are you staring at me."
"Cinderella, you are seriously the weirdest person I have ever met." I threw my hands up in the air. Not only had he insulted me (I think…), he didn't answer my question. He grabbed my hand to pull me ahead, but I walked slowly, trying not to embarrass myself, and fall. But I doubt that would embarrass me anymore than my appearance now, however. Louis was patient, much to my surprise, never rushing me.
But that lasted about two seconds.
"Love, you walk slower than my grandmum. She's 80," He teased me. I heard the smile in his voice, and I stopped walking altogether.
I placed my hand that had been placed in his only moments ago, on my hip, and jutted it out. "You try walking in heels blindfolded, Tomlinson. I would love to see that," I challenged.
Louis only chuckled, and once more picked my up bridal style, then continued walking.
"Well you didn't have to go and do that." Louisignored me, and kept walking.
I heard several people greet him but he didn't bother answering.
I wanted to run and hide, because I can imagine how ridiculous I looked. I mean, here I am, a grown woman, being carried by Louis Tomlinson. That's not necessarily the most common thing to come across.
I guess we had arrived because he had set me down, and took off the blindfold. The first thing I saw was the skyline. I was absolutely breathtaking. The shine of the city reached every corner of the darkness, pushing it out. My eyes roamed all over the place taking the scenery in. There was a projector, pointed towards a sheet, which had been hung up carefully against a brick wall. My eyes shifted towards the ground where pillows, and blankets were piled. He had all of my favorite junk food laid out as well too. It was a mini theater.
On a rooftop.
I turned to him, and he was watching me carefully, waiting for my reaction. I beamed at him, which quickly reached his face. He guided me over to the blankets, and sat me down.
Louis put a movie in, I'm not sure what, and sat down with me. My first instinct was to curl into him, which I did, and his arm was placed around me. I sighed out of content.
………..
We didn't watch the movie at all, because we were talking. But Lou got serious very fast, but I hardly noticed.
"I really like you, Mac." I turned to him, and looked into his eyes searching for any sign of humor. There wasn't any.
"I like you too, Louis," I answered truthfully.
"We're leaving tomorrow, and I just…I need something."
"Of course, Lou. What is it?" I asked, becoming nervous.
"I've never liked someone as fast as I like you, and for some reason, I feel the need to be with you. I feel the need to protect you, and to care for you." His eyes never wavered. But mine became narrowed. His gestures were kind, but I could take care of myself. I don't need him. He may have the money to last him two lifetimes, but that didn't mean I wanted it. I could make it.
I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "I want you to be my girlfriend," He said hastily. My eyes widened, and I was going to say yes, but that's when my common sense kicked in. I couldn't meet his eyes. With every second of silence that passed, my heart broke even more. I felt the tears pool, the reasons unknown to me at the time, and my breathing slowed. "No," I whispered.
The tears returned at the memory. My heart broke every time it replayed. It was the perfect night. No one had gone to such lengths to make me feel that special. I just don't know if I could handle a relationship with him right now. Especially him! There were too many cons to a relationship with him.
He left the next morning.
Without a goodbye.
No text.
No call.
Nothing.

Notes

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