Something Great

Delilah's pov

I grip my coffee cup and look up to Mark.
"This is insane, you know that?" He says, looking at me with a charming gaze.
"Yeah...it really is." I say, quietly, trying to hide the smile that's written on my face.
We walk for silence in a bit, until he drags me off trail.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as he shrugs off his jacket, sitting on the hill.
"Come on. Sit with me." He pats beside him and I do.

I nuzzle my head on his shoulder as the sun shines brightly in my eyes.
"You know what I miss the most?" He asks and I look at him, quizzically. "Your laugh...."

He shifts his hands and scoots to face me. "That's why I want you to laugh all day long."
"Wha-"
He grabs my arm and we start rolling down the hill, tumbling and bursting in laughter until we reach the bottom and I land beside him, my hair tangled all over the ground.

"You're insane!" I giggle.
"For you." he lifts himself onto one arm, "Can we begin again? I mean, the only reason we broke up was because you were moving....and face it, were perfect together" he entangles our fingers, "What do you say?"
I smile brightly, "Mayb-"
"Oi! Delilah!" I sit up, and see Louis waving to me.
I wave back and shout, "Louis!"
"Is my little Dee on a date?" He asks, jogging over to us.
"Sure am, this is Mark."
Louis points to Mark, jokingly, "Hurt my Dee and you won't have a D, got it?"
"Lou, that's wildly inappropriate!" I hit his arm and he chuckles.
Mark doesn't laugh.
"Come on, man, it's a joke. You can laugh, can't you?" Louis asks.
Mark squints his eyes at Luis slightly and grabs me, draping one arm around my shoulder, and starts to fake laugh, trying hard to make it sound real.
"Alright then...." Louis says, he obviously thinks Mark is a freak. "I'll see you tomorrow at El's then?" he asks me.
I nod, "Wouldn't miss your anniversary party!" I say. El and Louis have a anniversary party every month apparently.
"Mark, would you want to come? Hope you can handle your alcohol." Louis says, testing Mark.
"I would love to drink, but it makes Delilah uncomfortable. Isn't that right?" Mark shrugs my shoulder and I awkwardly smile, feeling the tension thicken.
"Yeah, I don't drink, Louis."
"You will for me and El, won't you? Just once a month." His eyes gleam at Mark, shooting a deathly look.
"I guess... once a month could...hurt.." I shrug, what is up with them?

"Well, I better run. Call me, okay love?" Louis kisses my forehead.
That's new...
"Yeah, bye Lou." I hug his side.

Mark slides his hand to my waist.
"Let's do something fun."
"Like what?" I ask and he winks.
"Come on."

We walk to a large lake a few yards away.

"Oh god no." I turn to walk away when Mark grabs my wrist.
"Live a little."
"I'd rather not." I say and try to walk away when Mark pulls me to him and cradles me until tossing me in the cold water.

"FUCK! Mark! That's not funny!" I swim out, shaking.
Mark is laughing hard.
I hit him on the head repeatability.
"You jackass!" I shout and stomp away, cover my white, now see-through shirt.
I catch a glimpse of Louis, strutting to his car.

"Louis!" I run up to him, shaking more by the cold wind.
"What happened to you?" He asks.
"M-M-Mark...he th-threw me i-in a lake.."
"What a jerk." Louis slips off his jean jacket and holds it over my shoulders.
"He thought it'd be funny." I say.
"I don't want you around him anymore, got it?"
"Trust me, I won't fight you on that."
Louis opens his car door for me and settles me in, buckling me and digging out a blanket from the back and wrapping it around myself.

"Thanks, L-Lou..." I hang my head as he starts the car.
How foolish can I get?
I must seem like a loser to him...

Louis moves his hand to my thigh, "Are you alright, love?"
"Yeah..." I sigh. When he moves his hand, a deep emptiness grows in me.

He drives me, in silence, to my house.
"Thanks..." I hand him back his blanket and jacket.
"No problem. If you ever get into any other trouble, call me. I'm always there for you."

I nod and Louis and I just look at each other for a second.

I notice we are moving closer when my hands are on the gearstick and Louis is within two inches of me.

"What are we doi-" I whisper, but Louis moves a hand behind my head.
"Don't talk..."

His lips meet mine and I want to pull back but I can't.
"This is wrong." I say under the kiss.
"No one will know."
He pulls back.
"I will." I sigh.
"I hope you can keep a secret, then." He smiles devilishly.

My breath hitches as he moves closer once again.
"I-I can try..."

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