New beginnings
Chapter Thirteen
When the boys come home, they’re all bickering. Harry looks tired, Louis looks irritated, and the rest of them look angry.
“Louis, that was such a dumb thing to do!” Zayn exclaims. “Management said that we’re not supposed to tell anyone!”
“Bit too late for that, isn’t it?” Liam mutters, glaring at Lou.
“Whatever.” Louis mutters, before spotting me on the couch.
“Hey Vi.” He greets.
“Hi.” I answer. I don’t really know what else to say.
“Did you see the interview?” he asks. I nod slightly.
“Don’t be mad at me!” he pleads, looking me in the eye. He almost looks like he’s going to cry.
“I’m not.” I reply.
“Sorry.” He says softly. I nod.
“It’s okay…that interviewer was trying to make you angry.”
After that, we sit around mostly, talk shows on the telly. Paul keeps ringing, but the boys eventually shut their phones off.
“How are we related?” I ask randomly, after Ellen ends.
“Same dad.” He replies. I’m shocked. I didn’t know that my father had other children. Not that I even remember my father.
“What was he like?” I question. I’ve always wanted to know. It’s hard to grow up wondering what the people who created you look like.
“He was a lot like me, actually. Funny guy, blue eyes, brown hair…” he says. “Hold on, there’s a picture in my wallet of him.”
He pulls it out and hands it to me, and I gaze into it. I can tell that I have his smile. Louis has his eyes. And we both have his hair. After a few moments I hand it back to him.
I lean into Louis and he puts his arm around me.
“Love you.” He whispers.
“Love you too.” I reply.
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Later that night, when I finally drift off to sleep, I’m woken up by a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that I was on a rollercoaster, and it had stopped at the very top. After that, it fell over the track, and Louis and I were screaming, plummeting towards the ground.
I wake up crying and drenched in sweat.
After changing my shirt and turning the light on, I find Louis’ room. Of course he’s asleep.
“Lou?” I say, shaking him gently.
He stirs and then opens his eyes, squinting.
“Violet? What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I can’t breathe…I was crying when I woke up…I had a really bad nightmare, Lou.” I almost start crying again, biting my lip.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks worriedly.
“No, I don’t want to sleep alone.” I answer. He nods and moves over, patting the bed.
I climb in, and Louis pulls me towards him. I curl up and bury my face in his neck.
He begins singing softly.
”You tell me that you're sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you're only hiding
And I just wanna see you”
It’s a good song, and I want to continue listening to his soft voice. I try to stay awake, but the song is so comforting. Almost like a lullaby.
I fall asleep around the third verse.
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