As soon as the car stopped, I practically flew out of it, his phone still in my hand, and ran toward the railing. It suddenly got about 30 degrees warmer.

When I got to the railing, I bent over it and started throwing up. Literally; I think all of the times I'd wanted to vomit because of Louis had gathered in my stomach, making it impossible for me to handle it. Everything was going out; all of the good times that he made me overly excited, and all of the bad times he made me want to die in a hole.

Including this one.

"Lorena? Baby?" As soon as I felt his hand on my waist, I kicked him away from me, and turned around to face him.

"Baby?" I repeated quietly, wiping the side of my mouth. "After I found out about this, you have the nerve to fucking call me baby?!" I didn't care that I was yelling at the top of my lungs; it was now or never.

"Tell me, baby, were you even planning to tell me?" I waved his phone in the air. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Lorena-"

"And for the love of God, for at least once in your life, don't lie to me!"

"I never lied to you!" Yeah, right. "That's just something that never even meant anything!"

"Then why didn't you tell me?!" Wow, we were only beginning, and I was losing my voice already.

"I just told you! It never mattered!"

"Of course it mattered!" I screamed. "It still matters! This, this fuckery is the reason that we are together! This is what brought us together!"

"No, Lorena..." He slid his palm over his face, before taking a couple of steps toward me. "It's not that. Don't you see it? It's Drama class, that class is what brought us together. And that play-"

"Bullshit." I spat, interrupting him. "I have been in your Drama class since freshman year, and you never even looked at me once, the whole time!"

"You had a boyfriend!" He defended himself.

"You didn't know that! And it wouldn't be the first time you'd hit on a taken girl anyway!" That's right, it was becoming personal. But, even though I wanted to be all badass in the situation, I couldn't help but feel my eyes burn a little.

"God," I said, sniffling as I looked at the river to my left. "All this time... I thought you actually liked me."

"I do-"

"I thought you made a move on me because you wanted to, and not because someone told you to! I really thought you were a decent human being! And then I find out you pretended to be interested in me, because of this? This?!" I waved his phone again, but this time he didn't just stand and watch me; he made a few large steps forward, and snatched his phone away, just like in the car.

"You really want to know how much this matters?" He asked lowly, the look in his eyes wicked.

Before I knew it, I was screaming "No!" as I watched him throw his phone in river Thames. I stared at the seemingly tiny object flying downwards, and literally winced when I heard a splash, meaning it had met the water.

Some fish were very lucky.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Louis continued, like nothing happened. Needless to say, he was becoming agitated too. "It doesn't have anything to do with my decision to stay with you." He was trying to be reasonable and calm, but it just wasn't working for me.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked for the umpteenth time as I looked away from the spot where his phone had landed, this time tears were already streaming down my face, and not because of the phone. Louis rolled his eyes in anger and gripped the railing, hanging his head down.

"Why did you feel the need to lie about something like this?" Just as I took some air to start talking again, Louis pushed himself off of the railing, a furious look in his eyes.

"Because I knew this would happen!" He kicked the object he'd previously been leaning onto, and when our eyes met, I swear my heart sank a little; they were red, and his face was a bit shiny. He was crying actual tears. Angry tears.

"I knew you'd get angry! I knew you'd want to leave me, and I couldn't let that happen!" He stopped for a second to take a breath, and sniffle loudly. "I couldn't let myself lose you over something as dumb as that, for fuck's sake, Lorena, it's because I love you!"

I don't think I've ever experienced the world stopping like that; I truly felt like everything had frozen, and we were the only people on the planet. As cliché as it might sound.

I was still fuming, and I hoped he knew those three words wouldn't change that; I was just plain shocked by the way he just threw them out there. But they wouldn't change the fact that I was nothing to him, and even if I meant the world to him then, it hadn't always been like that. More importantly, it hadn't been like that at the time it should have.

"No. You don't," I said stubbornly, through gritted teeth, all of the anger that he'd managed to confuse, was coming to the surface. "First of all, you don't lie to the people you supposedly love, and care about!"

There he goes, walking away from me again. I don't know why he was pissed off though; he should have seen it coming.

"Second, even if you do, you tell them the truth as soon as possible! You don't go behind their backs, thinking you can get away with it, because guess what? You fucking can't!" I yelled so he'd hear me, as he'd turned away from me and I was facing his back. He gripped the railing again, this time looking at the river.

"You can't, Louis. You end up hurting them that way." My lower lip quivered, and Louis closed his eyes in the same moment too. I looked away from the side of his face, and leaned myself on the railing too.

I hated it, I hated that I was standing so far away from him, feeling angry and let down. I hated that I couldn't even look him in the eyes, let alone talk to him. I hated that he turned out to be such a douchebag, and nothing else. I hated how he used the L word as a defense.

"What does this mean for us?"

I glanced to my right; Louis was still staring at the river. I looked in front of myself too, and took a few seconds before shrugging. "I don't know."

"Do you still want to be with me?"

Oh, God, how I wish he hadn't asked that question.

"I don't know," I said again, feeling more torn than ever before. On one side, there was the fun, playful guy who made me happy and whom I was pretty sure I loved as well. And on the other side, there was the lying bastard who made me want to jump off the very bridge I was standing on.

The truth was, I didn't care that he was using me. Okay, I did care, but it didn't matter all that much, just as he'd said. The thing that bothered me was the fact that he'd lied to me. He lied to my face; as I was standing there, the night when we'd talked about our exes kept replaying in my head, and the moment when I asked him if he'd ever been insincere with me. When he said no, I had no idea that he was telling me something completely opposite of the truth.

How could I be with someone that doesn't have a problem with lying to me? And we'd barely been together for a month. If I'm finding out about stuff like this after one month, who knows what could happen in two? If he's lying to me now, what am I supposed to expect in the future? What if he, God forbid, cheats on me? What if he'd already cheated on me?

The thought made me want to vomit all over again, even though there was nothing left in my stomach. I pushed myself off the railing, and as I made slow steps backwards, I noticed Louis watching me from the corner of his eye.

"What are you doing? Lorena?"

I also hated how he could say my name with no shame in his voice at all. If I did something like that to him, I was sure I'd never be able to say his name again.

"What are you doing?" He repeated, just as I felt myself hit the side of Caitlyn's car. I rolled around and opened the left door, sliding inside, not even bothering to call Louis. I just wanted to go home and not wake up for the rest of summer break; and I really hoped he could tell that too.

Luckily, within a few seconds, I saw him walking around the car, and opening the door next to me. As he sat in, I tried to unnoticeably shift away from him. It's not only talking to him that I couldn't stand; it was the whole idea of him being near me. In that very moment, it was the least appealing thing in the world.

As he started the car, I heard Louis sigh and glanced at him. His face was prominently tear-stained, letting me know that he'd been crying for longer than I'd thought. And still, I couldn't seem to focus on anything but myself.

I was feeling a lot of things, for example, dumb was one of them. As I stared out the windshield, I kept trying to think of all the times where I could have guessed he had something up his sleeve, and yet I remained absolutely blind.

"That's why you kissed me, isn't it?"

I noticed Louis look at me, first in the rear-view mirror, and the he turned his head toward me for a few seconds. "W-What are you talking about?"

"That day," I started quietly. "That day when you pulled me out of Drama class, because we were late, and some students were throwing insults at me. You kissed me in the hallway. It was because of the dare, wasn't it?"

He was still looking at me, but when I finished my sentence, he made a tsk sound and looked at the road again, practically ignoring me.

That was the only answer I needed. "You wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, right? But then when you saw I wasn't that easy, you pretended to care... And I believed you."

He closed his eyes at my last few words, and when he opened them, they were shiny again. I didn't like seeing people cry, but in that very moment, the tears in his eyes made me feel so damn good. At least for just a few seconds.

"And when we were rehearsing lines in my dorm, you kissed me there too, and if Devon and Caitlyn hadn't barged in..." I closed my eyes, feeling fresh tears starting to form at the memory of both those days. I lifted my legs up on the seat and hugged them close to my chest, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed. Ashamed. Dumb.

"This is not happening," I said through a bitter laugh, shaking my head. My head fell forward, and for the remainder of the ride, I kept my forehead pressed against my knees. I was sure I would have fallen asleep, if Louis hadn't stopped the car at one point.

The walk up to our apartment was quick and quiet; I walked behind him, yet he kept looking over his shoulder to see if I was still there, every two seconds. To be honest, if he hadn't kept doing that, I would have run away. Any girl would.

As soon as I stepped in the flat, I went straight to my bedroom, and took a blanket and pillow from my closet. "Here you go," I mumbled as I threw everything in Louis' hands, who had been standing there and watching my every move.

"You're sleeping on the couch." I tried keeping my voice stern, but as I walked toward the living room to move the covers and cushions from the sofa, I felt like bursting in tears for the fiftieth time. I was also sure it wouldn't be my last time.

"Lorena," Louis said through a sigh, right behind me. "Please, talk to me."

I sighed too, and placed my hands on my hips when I moved everything to the armchair, and looked at him. "What? What do you want me to say, Louis? How offended, and betrayed I am? How stupid you made me feel? Because, believe me, I could go on about that until the sun comes out."

I ran a hand through my hair, while he stood there, just staring at me. It was a good thing he was quiet; I would have probably kicked him in the nuts if he'd started defending himself.

"You can also forget everything about me going to Doncaster with you. I can't even look at you anymore."

"Lorena-"

"No," I hissed sternly, my eyes shooting daggers through his skull. "This right here," I gestured between me and him. "Is far too damaged for something such as me meeting your family. I think it's better if we spend some time away from each other, anyway."

As much as it killed me to say that, it had to be done. It was the truth, after all; we couldn't just pretend it didn't exist.

"You do know how that's going to end, don't you?"

"Yes," I responded, in less than a heartbeat. "Do you?"

It was obvious we were both thinking of a break up; and while I just stood there, my stare colder than ice, Louis pressed his lips together, obviously trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. I guess I was better at acting than him.

When I realized neither of us really wasn't going to say anything at all, I sighed, a bit frustrated again, and started walking away, toward my room. I was emotionally drained; I was tired, and besides that, completely numb. I just wanted to go to sleep and, hopefully, wake up from this nightmare.

"Lorena, I love you."

Looks like my bed would have to wait for another few minutes, though.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second, as I turned around to face Louis again. "I love you too," I said with such ease, people wouldn't be able to tell I was angry at one point at all.

I noticed shock wash over his face for a few seconds; he obviously wasn't expecting that. Then, a small smile appeared, and continued getting larger and larger, until it turned into a grin. And just as he'd opened his mouth to say something again, I cut him off.

"And it hurts," I said, my face forming a grimace. "Loving you hurts."

Before his facial expression could break my heart all over again, I turned around and walked to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I stayed by the door to hear if Louis started throwing stuff around or something, but fortunately, I didn't hear anything.

I walked over to my bed, and pulled my phone out, to finally see what Caitlyn had sent me.

i told you everything would be fine! now stop worrying, go have fun w/ louis ;) i love you! xxx

Oh, if she only had any idea what her little message on Facebook had caused...

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~A/N~

I'm just going to remind you that there is going to be a sequel, so you don't have to worry about the ending of DC. that won't be the end. c:
Anyways, I hope you liked this! And please, vote and tell me what you think! I love you xx