~A/N~

This is unedited, and I'll make it prettier when I get back from school. For now you'll have to deal with my possibly messed up grammar. haha, Enjoy! xx

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I sighed as I closed the door with my foot, and carried the bags to the living room slash kitchen. When I put everything in the fridge and the cupboards, I started marching around the house, looking for Louis.

Needless to say, this hadn't been my week whatsoever. I think I spent about 80% of the time being pissed off. The other 20% I was sleeping.

And now, I return from the grocery store with four bags, and he's not there to open the door. I kept ringing the bell and knocking for about five full minutes, since the bastard locked the door for some reason, but nothing. And for the who knows which time, I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

My room and the bathroom were empty. So was Caitlyn's room. I was becoming slightly confused as I walked toward the balcony, to see if he'd gone out for some fresh air or something, when I noticed a piece of paper on the table.

I stopped in my tracks and picked it up, noticing his handwriting there.

Went to buy myself a new phone, I'll be back in half an hour.
I love you

I sat down on the nearest chair, and buried my face in my hands, feeling like I would start crying any moment now. And it would be my second time crying of the day.

Whenever something happened, and we had to part for a while, he'd always say I love you. He'd say it, mouth it, shout it, write it down, send me a text with those three words in it. Even when I left to go to the grocery store, he said it again and I just closed the door in his face.

That's what made me want to cry about the whole thing; on one side, I was so furious at him and wanted to push him down every staircase there was, and on the other side, he did all these stupid things for me. He opened the door for me, wherever we went. He made me breakfast for when I wake up. Last night I even had a warm bath waiting for me when I returned from my part-time job.

He was so frustrating, half the time I didn't know whether I wanted to punch him or kiss him. So I'd usually leave... And now this. This little fucking note. I definitely wanted to punch him for doing this to me.

I took a deep breath and stood up, turning the note around so I wouldn't look at the words anymore. I looked around my apartment, and noticed something I saw far too often when Caitlyn was there; dirty dishes, next to the sink. Oh, for God's sake.

Sighing, more frustrated than just two minutes ago, I walked over to the plates and cutlery. How hard was it for someone to wash the dishes after they eat?! Or at least put them in the damn sink. It's what it was made for.

I pressed my lips in a tight line, and started doing the washing up. It never bothered me to do housework, but the fact that it was him who left it there like that, pissed me off more than it should have.

"Babe?" I jumped when I heard a voice, coming from the hallway, but I quickly pulled myself together. I needed him to think that he couldn't get to me.

"Lorena?" Louis called again, and this time I heard footsteps, meaning that we were in the same room. For one particular reason, that made me want to throw these dishes in the sink and run away screaming. But I couldn't do that; I would be going against everything I believe in if I left the dishes like that. Heh.

"You're gonna keep ignoring me?" He asked in a casual tone, as he kissed my cheek from behind. "Okay," He muttered. By now, he'd gotten used to me not talking at him at all. It was rather funny how he'd ask me a question, and then give himself an answer.

"I got you something." Just when I thought I wasn't going to hear from him again, he spoke. God dammit.

I turned around, actually interested, and saw him holding a small, white teddy bear. I felt my heart sink a little; not only because I had a soft spot for stuffed animals, but also because of the look in Louis' eyes. He was hopeful, and obviously thought that gesture would make me speak to him.

I turned back to the sink, so I could finish the dishes and wash my hands, which took me about ten seconds, and then faced Louis again. The bear in his hands, that is.

As I took a step forward to take it, I didn't make eye contact with him at all. He almost got me; but I just couldn't let it go.

"Oh, come on!" He whined as I walked past him, and sat on the couch with the small toy in my hands. "Lorena, this is getting ridiculous."

I kept ignoring him, even when he sat down next to me, I didn't even flinch. Just kept staring at the TV. "I gave you a week," He spoke again. "And I'm leaving tomorrow. Without you. So please..."

As he trailed off, I tried not to show any emotion because he was leaving. Not because I'd miss him; I mean I would, despite everything, but the thing that was bothering me was that he was going to Doncaster by train. I know Caitlyn had made it safely to Cardiff, but... The image of the tall, green-eyed boy I fell in love with six years ago, wasn't leaving my brain alone.

"Please," Louis repeated, and I nearly jumped when I felt his lips on my earlobe. Well, that's one episode of Revenge I wouldn't get to watch in peace.

I tried to keep ignoring him, but it became harder when he shifted closer to me, and now his hand was on top of mine. Gulp. "Come on, love. Stop doing this to me," He pleaded.

My jaw fell open slack, and I grabbed the nearest cushion to start hitting him, the teddy bear falling from my lap. "Stop doing this to me?" I quoted, watching his face that was confused at first, but then I think I saw a smile. He thought I'd finally stopped. Well then.

"Stop doing this to me?!" I repeated again, this time yelling the words, and making him see that I wasn't joking. I just couldn't believe what he'd said; stop doing this to me?

"Fuck. You!" I hit him each time I said a word, and in the end, Louis grabbed the cushion so I'd stop and he could look at me. "You are such an asshole, first you go around lying to me, and then you want me to stop doing something to you?!"

He kept quiet, his face covered in pure shock. "Don't you even dare speak like you're the victim here! I had-"

A moment after I saw a flame ignite in Louis' eyes, he forcefully pushed me down on the couch so I was lying on my back, cutting me off. "I am the victim!" He finally said, well, shouted. I sat up, ready to start a fight yet again, but he wasn't letting me.

"I'm the victim because I'm losing you!" His breathing was heavy, as he ran a hand through his hair. For the first time, I was left speechless.

"Why don't you believe me when I say that I love you?" I felt my heart skip a beat at his last few words, for the first time after he'd said it on that bridge a few days before. "Do you think I just say it, because I think you'll get over my lies easier?"

Next thing I knew, he was kneeling in front of me. "No. I say it because I mean it. Because I really am in love with you. And it kills me that you're doing this. All the ignoring, all the pretending I don't exist..."

He trailed off and gulped, and brought his hand up to my cheek, making my breath hitch a little. "You're my rock. I can't afford losing you."

For a while, we just stayed like that, obviously waiting for someone to say something, but there was nothing but silence surrounding us. We stared at each other, and while I let my eyes wander over his face, his didn't leave mine for a second. I'm guessing it was because I made eye contact with him about two times in the past week.

How could he be so sure that he loved me, after just one month? Well, if you count out the other two that we spent by sneaking around. But still, three months aren't enough to really fall in love with someone... Or was my anger making me delusional?

I looked at Louis; he sure as hell looked like he knew what he was talking about. It would be dumb of him not to, though. He'd already been in love once, just like me. He'd already had his heart broken, just like me. This should have been easy for us, and yet, it was as far away from that as it could be.

I closed my eyes, planning to keep them like that for only a few seconds, but ended up burying my face in my hands again; and this time, I couldn't hold the tears back.

"L-Lori?" I heard Louis whisper when a quiet sob escaped my lips. As if constantly crying for the past seven days wasn't enough.

I heard and felt nothing for a while, but then Louis placed his hand on my back, and a few seconds later his arms were completely around me, hugging me close to him. For a moment I thought about hugging him back, but then I surprised him and myself when I put all my strength into pushing him away from me.

He stumbled back, and ended up sitting on the floor, a flabbergasted look on his face. I stood up, and threw the cushion that had been in my lap the entire time, at him.

I stood up, and stormed around the couch, my breathing already heavy and I've only just stood up. "I hate you so much right now!" I yelled, slamming a chair against the table out of anger, before turning to Louis. His expression was the exact same; his eyes had even gotten wider.

"You're going around, acting like a perfect little angel, and you-you... Ugh, you lied to me!" I pushed some more chairs, not seeing a better and less harmful way to express my anger. "Through our entire relationship, you looked me in the eyes and just, just lied to me!"

"We've been together for one month!" Louis shouted back as he stood up.

"It doesn't matter!" I continued. "If I hadn't found out now, you would have kept lying to me for months, years even! How am I supposed to trust you again?"

And in that moment, everything clicked for Louis; as he closed his eyes and threw his head back a little, I knew he finally realized that I wasn't angry because he was using me, or about one lie in particular. It was a trust issue all together.

"Lorena," He said before I could keep on ranting. "I promise, okay? I promise it won't happen again. It might sound hard to believe now, but it's true, I promise."

"How do I know that?" I kept being stubborn. "How do I know that you're not lying to me when I ask you about something? You're going home, tomorrow. How am I going to know what you're doing when I'm not there? And when you tell me what you're doing, how do I know it's true? If you don't answer my calls, and then tell me it was because of work or something, how do I know you're not lying again? How do I know you weren't at a strip club, or with another girl?"

"You're being ridiculous," Louis interjected.

"You know what I mean, Louis, you know what I'm talking about! Those are just examples of the problems I'm going to have if I stay with you!"

"Woah, woah, woah," He interrupted me again. "If you stay with me? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I'm not sure about anything, anymore!" I said, sighing heavily in the end. "I just... I don't know."

I gripped the edge of the sink behind me, looking at my feet. I couldn't dare myself to look at Louis; I don't think I'd be able to cope with the look on his face after I'd basically told him that we were done. Almost done, anyway.

Neither of us said anything for a full minute, I think. My toes remained being the most fascinating thing in the world to me, while Louis slowly sat down on the edge of the sofa. I could only guess what kind of thoughts were going through his head.

"So..." He started after a long silence, almost scaring me. "Are you...?"

He never finished his question, but we both knew what he wanted to say. I sighed, and pushed myself off the sink to sit down at the table. I stared into space, my hand on my forehead, thinking about an answer; was I really breaking up with him?

"I don't know," I said, my infamous answer to everything these days. "You're lying to me, you're in love with me... It's all too much right now."

I sighed and stood up, heading toward my bedroom. It was only eight in the evening, but I was already tired of everything. Hopefully, I wouldn't wake up til October.

But, as expected, something had to get in the way of me and sleeping; right then it was Louis. He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to his chest. Being in the suddenly weak and tired state that I was in, I didn't even bother pushing him away. I just prayed he'd let me go soon.

"Don't do it," He mumbled in my hair, almost too quiet for me to hear. "I'll give you time, whatever you need. Just... Don't leave me. I can't go through that again. I swear, I'll murder myself."

I closed my eyes, and squeezed them shut tightly. Whenever I was tired, I became vulnerable, and right now it meant that Louis was finally going to get a reaction from me.

I gripped his shirt, clinging onto him, and pulled him in a tight hug. He was stunned at first, but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around my entire frame.

"Maybe it would be for the best," I said quietly.

"W-What?"

"If we, you know... It might get-"

"No." As expected, he cut me off. "No, I'm not gonna let you do that."

He wasn't begging anymore; he was making a statement. Something he was sure he would, or in this case, wouldn't do. It was quite shocking how a person could go from vulnerable to determined in just a matter of seconds. Like Louis here.

I pulled away to look at him; his face was blank. Almost cold. I couldn't tell what he was thinking or what he was planning to do. But even then, I could feel my heart rate increasing at the possibilities. I'm not gonna let you do that; it could mean a thousand things.

And one of them, apparently, is kissing me.

I'd be lying if I said I was surprised when his lips quickly came over mine, in a slow kiss. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't miss that, since days have passed since we'd made any physical contact. Another thing I'd be lying about, is if I said I didn't want him to do it. But... Wait, where was I even going with this?

Louis pulled away for a split second, and that's when I noticed we'd been moving the entire time. He connected our lips again when he pinned me against the wall, slowly at first, where only his body was against mine, but then he involved his hands as well. Yay.

"Just because..." He mumbled against my skin, as he kissed his way down to my neck. "I lied to you once... Doesn't mean everything I say is a lie. Can you get that into your pretty little head?"

That was an actual question; he pulled away from me a bit, just until he was able to look at me. His eyes wandered across my face, as I thought about what to tell him.

"I-"

"If you say 'I don't know' one more time, I'm going to shoot myself between the eyes."

Well. Couldn't let that happen, could we? I bit my lower lip as I stared back into his eyes; it was not a good time to start laughing.

"I... Can try?" I almost asked, looking down as I wasn't quite brave enough to witness the look on his face.

"Please, do that." I noticed Louis' hand come under my chin, as he wasted no time placing his lips over mine again.

For a few seconds we just stood there, kissing slowly, but then I surprised both of us as I wrapped my arms around his neck, a sudden wave of adrenaline striking me. I started kissing him more passionately, almost confusing the boy. But, when he saw that I wasn't messing around with him or anything, he added more pressure into the kiss, his hands sliding down my body. It was the first time I'd let him do that in a while.

He bent down a little, his hands going under my thighs, and lifted me up against the wall. If I had any brains, I would have pushed him away. So I guess you can call me brainless.

I crossed my ankles behind his back, not letting an inch of space come between us anymore. A minute later, Louis pulled me off of the wall, still kissing me, as he started walking toward my bedroom, with me still in his arms.

"I love you," He breathed out for the umpteenth time, as he opened the door with his knee. "And I'm going to show you just how much."

I didn't say anything, but he already knew he had me. And truth is, I didn't mind. Even if it was for a short amount of time, I wanted to pretend everything was perfect. I needed that.

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~A/N~

I'd call that a nice end, no?
There is only one more chapter left, and the epilogue, and then you can expect the sequel :]
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