Tattoos
Provoking.
LOUIS' POV
The thing I hate most about being negative and always hiding feelings, is it always comes to haunt me. It's been two days since Claire has spoken to me, she hasn't said a single word. The most I've gotten are glares, that's worse than no words.
I understand why she's giving me the silent treatment, but the worst part is, she's talking to Harry. At dinner, she dresses up and sits next to him and talks to only him. I stopped going to dinner.
She's talking to him whenever they both get the chance. They laugh, watch movies, eat food and more. It's absolutely disgusting, and it's making me feel worse. I should have just told Claire that I like her, but nothing I say will make a difference.
It's three in the morning and I'm on the balcony smoking. I've gone through two packs of cigarettes today, I always did this when my feelings got the best of me. Maybe if I stopped being soft around Claire, I'll feel better because being nice clearly helps me.
I heard the balcony door open behind me, I looked and saw Lyn. She looked surprised to see me out here, "Can't sleep either?" She asked.
I shrugged, "I haven't tried."
"Can I have one?" She asked, referring to my smokes.
I nodded and handed her my lighter. She lit a cigarette and we stood there for a good thirty seconds in silence. Lyn and I aren't friends, in fact out of all people I'm with, she's the one I dislike most, but I don't hate her.
"You need to get your girl back." She said after a minute of silence.
I didn't even play stupid and ask what she meant by that, because of course I knew. "Yeah," I agreed, "I know."
"Louis, she doesn't like Harry. She's trying to make you jealous." If only that was true.
I flicked my smoke to take off the extra ash that was on it, "Well it's working."
Lyn laughed, "You know, I don't think anyone ever thought that you would be jealous."
I didn't laugh with her, I just took another inhale of my smoke. "What do I do?"
Lyn stopped laughing and gave me a puzzled look, "Why are you asking me? You know what to do."
"If I did, would I really be asking you?"
"True, well you show her that you're jealous. And when she least expects it, show her how you feel."
I sighed, I really didn't want to do this but I knew I had to. I threw my cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, "Any ideas?" I asked.
Lyn smiled, "Of course."
It was now dinner, I didn't dress up like everyone else was. Claire looked amazing, but of course Harry complimented her first. I didn't say anything, I took a seat on the complete other side of the table, so I was sitting across from Harry.
Everyone except Lyn gave me a puzzled look, I just ignored them and put my feet up on the table. Harry raised an eyebrow, obviously curious to see where I was going with my actions.
I stayed silent, and took out another cigarette and lit it. I was basically doing my best to be disrespectful at the dinner table like a little three year old.
"Louis what the hell are you doing?" Liam asked.
"Harry told us to make ourselves comfortable, so that's what I'm doing." I mockingly grinned.
Harry didn't say anything, he just rang that stupid bell that brought out his servants. They placed the food out in fronteveryone and walked out of the room. Everyone began eating, except me.
I looked the the plate of salmon and wrinkled my face, I hated fish. I took the plate and threw it on the floor, shattering the plate and food flying all over the place.
Everyone's eyes were wide, except Harry's. He looked amused, but the room was no longer silent. Claire finally spoke, "Louis what the fuck are you doing!"
"Just getting comfortable, it's not like I'm the only one who is." I said making direct eye contact with her.
She scoffed, "Oh, so you're jealous? Why? Because Harry is a better person than you?"
Ouch. "Okay first of all, we are equally bad people an no I'm not jealous." I crossed my arms.
She rolled her eyes, "Please, a three year old would know that your jealous."
"A three year old doesn't know what jealous means." I laughed, "Anyway you look hot tonight."
She looked taken back by my sudden comment, "Uh, okay."
I stood up and walked over to where Harry was sitting. "Harry mate, can you stop flirting with my girl?"
"Your girl?" He repeated, "She doesn't seem like she wants to be your girl."
I lifted up my sleeve and revealed the tattoo, "Well see this," I pointed, "Those are her initials." I walked over to Claire and grabbed her arm and pointed her her tattoo, "And see this. These are mine."
I talked slow and in a high pitched tone, just to mess with Harry like he was a child. He clenched his jaw, "Well Tomlinson, she doesn't seem to like you."
"I don't care," I paused not knowing what was about to come out of my mouth, "I like her."
The room went silent. I smirked, knowing that Claire was shocked, Lyn was happy, Liam was confused and Harry was pissed.
"You, what?" Claire asked quietly.
I turned to face her, "Yeah that's right. I like you Claire, I was too afraid to tell you because I knew Harry would try to take you from me, but he's doing it now. At first I was thinking, what do I have to lose if I don't tell her I like her. But I have you to lose, and I don't want that."
She was silent so I continued, "And I know you like me too, or else you wouldn't have been mad at me for claiming I was drunk. So Claire, tell me yourself, do you like me?"
"I-"
Before Claire could continue, Harry stood up, "What the fuck is this? Some kind of soap opera?"
"Yeah, one you're not staring in." Lyn said, "Shut up Harry and let them have their moment."
"No, you know what get out of my fucking house! All of you, now."
"Alright fine, we can be free." I said.
So here we all are now, in a car driving down the road on awkward silence. I thought I would regret the feeling I would have after telling Claire, but I don't. I feel better actually, for once about 30% happy.
Liam was driving with Lyn next to him. Claire was staring out the window, she wasn't looking at me, but she hadn't glared or anything. I'm getting the vibe that she thinks I'm crazy, and I am.
I'm a crazy person who kills people and hopes to never get caught by police. I looked out the window of the car, watching us pass by trees and random street signs.
Just then, I felt the feeling of warmth on my hand. I looked down and saw that Claire has intertwined our fingers, we were holding hands and she was looking at me.
"I didn't get to finish my sentence tonight," She whispered, "I do like you Louis."
The thing I hate most about being negative and always hiding feelings, is it always comes to haunt me. It's been two days since Claire has spoken to me, she hasn't said a single word. The most I've gotten are glares, that's worse than no words.
I understand why she's giving me the silent treatment, but the worst part is, she's talking to Harry. At dinner, she dresses up and sits next to him and talks to only him. I stopped going to dinner.
She's talking to him whenever they both get the chance. They laugh, watch movies, eat food and more. It's absolutely disgusting, and it's making me feel worse. I should have just told Claire that I like her, but nothing I say will make a difference.
It's three in the morning and I'm on the balcony smoking. I've gone through two packs of cigarettes today, I always did this when my feelings got the best of me. Maybe if I stopped being soft around Claire, I'll feel better because being nice clearly helps me.
I heard the balcony door open behind me, I looked and saw Lyn. She looked surprised to see me out here, "Can't sleep either?" She asked.
I shrugged, "I haven't tried."
"Can I have one?" She asked, referring to my smokes.
I nodded and handed her my lighter. She lit a cigarette and we stood there for a good thirty seconds in silence. Lyn and I aren't friends, in fact out of all people I'm with, she's the one I dislike most, but I don't hate her.
"You need to get your girl back." She said after a minute of silence.
I didn't even play stupid and ask what she meant by that, because of course I knew. "Yeah," I agreed, "I know."
"Louis, she doesn't like Harry. She's trying to make you jealous." If only that was true.
I flicked my smoke to take off the extra ash that was on it, "Well it's working."
Lyn laughed, "You know, I don't think anyone ever thought that you would be jealous."
I didn't laugh with her, I just took another inhale of my smoke. "What do I do?"
Lyn stopped laughing and gave me a puzzled look, "Why are you asking me? You know what to do."
"If I did, would I really be asking you?"
"True, well you show her that you're jealous. And when she least expects it, show her how you feel."
I sighed, I really didn't want to do this but I knew I had to. I threw my cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, "Any ideas?" I asked.
Lyn smiled, "Of course."
It was now dinner, I didn't dress up like everyone else was. Claire looked amazing, but of course Harry complimented her first. I didn't say anything, I took a seat on the complete other side of the table, so I was sitting across from Harry.
Everyone except Lyn gave me a puzzled look, I just ignored them and put my feet up on the table. Harry raised an eyebrow, obviously curious to see where I was going with my actions.
I stayed silent, and took out another cigarette and lit it. I was basically doing my best to be disrespectful at the dinner table like a little three year old.
"Louis what the hell are you doing?" Liam asked.
"Harry told us to make ourselves comfortable, so that's what I'm doing." I mockingly grinned.
Harry didn't say anything, he just rang that stupid bell that brought out his servants. They placed the food out in fronteveryone and walked out of the room. Everyone began eating, except me.
I looked the the plate of salmon and wrinkled my face, I hated fish. I took the plate and threw it on the floor, shattering the plate and food flying all over the place.
Everyone's eyes were wide, except Harry's. He looked amused, but the room was no longer silent. Claire finally spoke, "Louis what the fuck are you doing!"
"Just getting comfortable, it's not like I'm the only one who is." I said making direct eye contact with her.
She scoffed, "Oh, so you're jealous? Why? Because Harry is a better person than you?"
Ouch. "Okay first of all, we are equally bad people an no I'm not jealous." I crossed my arms.
She rolled her eyes, "Please, a three year old would know that your jealous."
"A three year old doesn't know what jealous means." I laughed, "Anyway you look hot tonight."
She looked taken back by my sudden comment, "Uh, okay."
I stood up and walked over to where Harry was sitting. "Harry mate, can you stop flirting with my girl?"
"Your girl?" He repeated, "She doesn't seem like she wants to be your girl."
I lifted up my sleeve and revealed the tattoo, "Well see this," I pointed, "Those are her initials." I walked over to Claire and grabbed her arm and pointed her her tattoo, "And see this. These are mine."
I talked slow and in a high pitched tone, just to mess with Harry like he was a child. He clenched his jaw, "Well Tomlinson, she doesn't seem to like you."
"I don't care," I paused not knowing what was about to come out of my mouth, "I like her."
The room went silent. I smirked, knowing that Claire was shocked, Lyn was happy, Liam was confused and Harry was pissed.
"You, what?" Claire asked quietly.
I turned to face her, "Yeah that's right. I like you Claire, I was too afraid to tell you because I knew Harry would try to take you from me, but he's doing it now. At first I was thinking, what do I have to lose if I don't tell her I like her. But I have you to lose, and I don't want that."
She was silent so I continued, "And I know you like me too, or else you wouldn't have been mad at me for claiming I was drunk. So Claire, tell me yourself, do you like me?"
"I-"
Before Claire could continue, Harry stood up, "What the fuck is this? Some kind of soap opera?"
"Yeah, one you're not staring in." Lyn said, "Shut up Harry and let them have their moment."
"No, you know what get out of my fucking house! All of you, now."
"Alright fine, we can be free." I said.
So here we all are now, in a car driving down the road on awkward silence. I thought I would regret the feeling I would have after telling Claire, but I don't. I feel better actually, for once about 30% happy.
Liam was driving with Lyn next to him. Claire was staring out the window, she wasn't looking at me, but she hadn't glared or anything. I'm getting the vibe that she thinks I'm crazy, and I am.
I'm a crazy person who kills people and hopes to never get caught by police. I looked out the window of the car, watching us pass by trees and random street signs.
Just then, I felt the feeling of warmth on my hand. I looked down and saw that Claire has intertwined our fingers, we were holding hands and she was looking at me.
"I didn't get to finish my sentence tonight," She whispered, "I do like you Louis."
Notes
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1/19/18