~A/N~

Here it is, the last chapter of DC! Enjoy! xx

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It shouldn't be like this.

Waking up in the morning, next to the person you supposedly love. It shouldn't feel uncomfortable, like you want to crawl out of the bed and stay in the shower until you feel clean again, until you get the feeling of that person's hands on you completely out of your head.

It just shouldn't be like that.

I let out a small sigh, probably my twentieth one since I'd woken up about 10 minutes before, and shifted further to the edge, again. I was almost completely sure Louis was left uncovered.

My eyes fluttered shut again at the thought; Louis. He was leaving in just a couple of hours. It was already far too late for me to get a ticket, and I wouldn't see him for God knows how long. He's my boyfriend, it should be bothering me. I should be sad about it. Not relieved.

Come to think of it, I'd subconsciously spent the past several days just wanting him to be as far away from me as possible. It was weird; I thought I'd get over it. I thought everything would go back to normal in time. But that was our problem; time. We didn't have enough of it. And the fact that I had to make a decision now, was freaking me out.

What if I make the wrong decision, and then regret it later? What if I stay with him, and he turns out to be the kind of person I thought he'd be? And what if I end it, and never find someone like him again?

Well... He made a move on me because of a bet and then lied to me about it. Of course I'll never find someone like him.

What if it just wasn't meant to be? This could be the way the universe is letting me know that we're not for each other. If what they say about genuinely falling in love only once is true... I guess my job got done five years ago. And his too, apparently. So what was all this for? What's the point?

Before I could continue thinking, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, nearly making me jump. Uh oh; he's awake.

"Morning, sunshine," He mumbled and kissed my cheek, and I had to put a lot of effort into not making a grimace or punching him. It's like I woke up as a whole different person.

"You took all of the blanket for yourself." I felt him grip my waist so he could pull himself closer to me, until his front was pressed to my back. Holy shit.

"Louis," I breathed out. "You're naked."

"That's half the fun."

Never have I thought I'd be disgusted by him saying something like that. But, looks like I don't know myself that well. "Please," I said, trying go move away from him, but he ended up gripping my arm and pulling me on my back. God dammit.

"Where do you think you're going?" Louis muttered, his head already in the crook of my neck as he left sloppy kisses along my shoulder. I closed my eyes at first, getting a bit lost, but then when I remembered who was doing all of this, I immediately pushed him away.

Sadly, it didn't seem to affect him all that much; if anything, he kissed my collarbones, making his way down my body. He just couldn't take no for an answer.

"Louis," I breathed out when I felt his lips on my stomach, tickling me a little. "I... I think we should take a break."

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Hell, before I even knew what I was saying. So when Louis looked up at me, confused and wide-eyed, it took me a second to realize why.

"What?" He muttered, the word coming out of his mouth so quickly I almost didn't catch it.

"I, uh..." Where did all of my bravery go? "I think, you know... It would be good if-"

"You..." He interrupted me, but then didn't say anything for a minute. "You're breaking up with me?"

"No," I said, a little panicked; why did I have to say anything at all?! "Well... Not exactly, anyway."

Louis blinked at me, not changing his position the slightest. Even though I'd told him what's been on my mind for days now, he kept his body between my legs, his hands on my hip bones, while he just stared at me. Just stared at me. Not to mention the fact that we were naked.

"Are you kidding me?" His voice was venomous as he narrowed his eyes at me, and I had to look away from him. No matter how much I was sure of what I'd wanted, I couldn't stand seeing him like that. I cared about him, just... Not as much as I cared about myself.

"You know this isn't working," I said, lifting my chin up so I was looking at the ceiling. Mostly because I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "We can't just ignore the situation."

Louis was silent for way too long, if you ask me. I also hated how his face showed quite literally no emotion at all; I would have rather had him yelling at me, and breaking things... Than just sitting, well, lying there like that.

"I... Must say," He started after an actual full minute, and even though I knew what he was about to say wasn't going to be good at all, I was relieved. "This... I've never had a girl break up with me like this."

When he looked around us, I knew he was talking about our position. Quite frankly, I never thought I'd be breaking up with a guy like that either... Woah, what?

"Louis," I called his name again, this time a little desperately. "We're not... This isn't... It's just a break, we're just gonna spend some time away from-"

"Yeah, right," He cut me off, nodding. "Taking breaks always ends well."

Just like that, he pulled himself off of the bed, and walked butt naked out of the room. I sat up in my bed, and plain stared at the door, expecting him to walk back in. Kind of hoping he would.

No, his anger didn't make me change my mind. It didn't make me question my choice. Honestly, I'd no idea what kind of a reaction I was expecting from him, but I thought he'd be just a teeny tiny bit more understanding. I didn't think he'd be okay with it, of course, but... Oh, I don't even know.

I pulled my blanket behind myself and over my shoulders, feeling overexposed, even though I was alone in my bedroom. I just had this weird feeling in my stomach; like something was wrong. But, then again, it's the feeling I'd get whenever I'm in a fight with someone. So it's probably nothing.

For a few minutes I just sat there, thinking about whatever came to mind. Just when I was about to get up from my bed, the door opened, and I don't think my heart had ever been so close to stopping.

Louis walked in, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and he didn't even look at me as he dumped a suitcase on the floor. What I found weird about it, is that it was empty.

"You didn't pack?" I asked, which was quite bold of me, if I may add.

"No," He almost snapped, his voice stern. That's exactly why I thought I was bold.

"You could have done it while I was sleeping." You'd probably think I was being a hypocrite for trying to talk to him. But the truth was, I didn't want to leave it at that; at anger. Even though I was the angry one the entire time... But that was different; my anger was reasonable.

To my surprise, he just sighed. I genuinely thought he'd start yelling at me this time, but... I guess I've underestimated him. "I wanted to spend as much time as I could, next to you."

I blinked once, my mind suddenly blank. "But... But I was sleepi-"

"That's when I think you're the most beautiful."

A small smile appeared on his face as he leaned himself on my closet, and stared into space. I could only imagine what I looked like when I was asleep, but he seemed to really like the sight; it's like he got lost in that little world that I shattered just minutes ago. And for a few moments, so did I.

"Louis, you-" I started, not realizing how soft my voice was, but he interrupted me.

"No." He shook his head, the smile on his face turning bitter. "Just... Don't. Get dressed and go wait for me in the car, the train leaves in an hour."

After staring at him for a second and gulping at the mention of a train, I nodded, and carefully got out of bed, even though he was pulling his stuff out of the closet and his back was facing me. I quietly gathered my clothes and, within a quick minute, fully dressed walked out of the room on my tip toes.

There was no denying that I felt like absolute and utter shit. Some people might think I was being selfish and only thinking about myself, but guess what? He did that too. He lied to me to save his own ass, not even stopping for a second to think how I'd feel if I found out. Correction; when I found out. So it was my turn now.

I pulled on my flats and, kind of awkwardly, left the flat. The walk down the stairs of the building was also awkward; I felt as if the freaking walls were judging me.

I could never get used to the London weather; even though the city and my hometown were in the same country, I swear Torpoint is at least three degrees warmer than the capital. It often made me question my desire to stay there after uni.

So. I could question whether or not I wanted to live in London but I didn't know if I wanted to be with Louis. Merry Christmas to me.

A little frustrated with my own self, I unlocked Caitlyn's car and sat in the passenger's seat. For a minute I tried relaxing, and figuring out why the hell I was nervous. But then I realized it was because I had another half an hour—how long it took to get to the train station—left with Louis, and then I won't see him again, until school starts again. Or... Maybe not even then?

As I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts, I realized why my heart was beating at a fast pace and my hands were shaking slightly; I was scared. Plain scared. That because of my decision, I'd never see him again.

I huffed at my thoughts; of course I was going to see him. This wasn't an actual break up, I just needed time to think about stuff properly and not rush into things. Surely he knew what I meant by that.

Speaking of the devil, he startled me a few minutes later, when he abruptly opened the door, basically coming out of nowhere. What kind of scared me even more, is his suitcase that he threw in the back seat, almost leaving me headless with the amount of force he was putting into that. When he did the same with his other two bags, it was quite clear that he was angry. Not that I didn't know that.

Louis threw me Caitlyn's keys of the apartment that I'd given him, and started the engine, for a few long minutes just driving in silence. Hm, this must be how he felt when I didn't speak to him.

"Louis?" I called after 10 minutes of silence. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the ignorant one now; at least he could hear me.

I sighed after another minute of silence. "Look, what do you want me to say? That I'm sorry for needing more time to get over your bullshit?"

"You have all the time you need now, babe," He finally spoke, his eyes glued to the road.

I blinked a couple of times, and looked ahead of myself, still processing his words. "Well now it sounds like you're breaking up with me."

"You already did it."

"I told you!" I nearly shouted. "This isn't a break up! I just-"

"It's going to end with one!" He shouted back, cutting me off. "Mark my words, Lorena."

I actually couldn't believe it. Did he even think about our situation for just a second?

"It's your fault!" I said, not being able to hold it in anymore. "The reason we're falling apart, it's you! None of this would be happening if you didn't li-"

"I know!" He slammed his hands against the steering wheel, making me shut up for good. "I fucking know! I just... Thought we could work it out. And last night, I really thought that was it, or at least the beginning of it. I didn't know you were going to break up with me the morning after, you could have at least given me a heads up!"

He was unbelievable. To the point where it almost made me laugh. "Are you sure that you don't want to break up?"

His head snapped to me for a second, his eyes wide. "What?! Seriously, woman, where do you get these things?!"

"Well you keep repeating that I'm breaking up with you, maybe that's what you want!"

Louis opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. A second later he put his elbow on the steering wheel, and ran a hand through his hair.

"You know I love you," He said quietly, closing his eyes for a second. "But I can't be alone in this, and right now, it feels like I am."

"Louis," I said through a sigh. "I... This is all just too much for me, okay? Please, tell me you understand."

"I do," He said, but for some reason, I wasn't as relieved as I should have been. "And that's the worst thing."

Ah. There it is. There's the catch that I knew would cause me chest pains.

I sat back in my seat, feeling guilty for some reason. Even though I made a decision and he couldn't change my mind, I felt bad. Maybe it was because he didn't like it. He might have understood, but... Not as much as I'd wanted him to. I definitely knew I couldn't have everything at once, but that didn't make me feel better at all.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, and I didn't know whether I was surprised about it or if it was exactly what I'd expected. But by the end of the ride, I could feel tears in my eyes; this was it. He was going to leave within minutes, angry at me. But I guess I couldn't do anything about it anymore; I tried explaining and talking to him about it, but he was now being the stubborn one. Should have expected that.

Before I knew it, he'd parked the car in front of a large, almost yellow building, and got out of the car. He opened the other door to get his bags out, clearly trying to do it as quickly as he could. Probably before I could get out of the car.

Unfortunately for him, I was walking around the car to help him with his luggage, just when he'd only gotten his suitcase out. I heard him sigh when I gently wrapped my fingers around one of his bags, and pulled it out to help him. We walked side by side on our way inside the King's Cross station, and I could feel the tension decreasing. I don't know why, but I felt as if he wasn't as angry as before.

"So..." I started after a minute. "What's your platform?"

"Nine and three quarters," I heard Louis mumble, and it genuinely made me laugh. It wasn't that funny, what he'd said, but it was purely the fact that he was joking. I felt like a ton worth of weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Ironically enough, the train he was going to Doncaster with was on platform 9, and I could feel my heart warm up when I saw the board saying "Platform 9 ¾." Everything was going really well, so far.

Louis and I stopped at one point, a few meters away from a train that I knew was his, and he stood in front of me. For a few seconds he stared at his feet, before looking up at me, and as cliché as it might sound, I could really feel my heart skip a beat. There wasn't anger in his eyes; nor regret, sorrow, anything. He looked almost emotionless, except for the tiny smile on his face.

"So..." He started, his eyes darting from one spot on my face to the other, before finally landing on my own. "This is just a break, right?"

Finally, he was getting it. "Yes," I said through a sigh of relief. "Everything is going to be better when we start school again. I promise."

I didn't know that, but the fact that we were on the same page at last, was making me want to promise him the Moon for his birthday.

"Alright," He said, the smile on his face causing me to grin as well. "I'm gonna come here over the summer, though."

"What?" I said before I could stop myself. "Why?"

Louis blinked at me a couple of times, and shook his head lightly. "To see you, the hell do you think?"

"But..." I started again. Maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't have. "This break thing..."

I trailed off, but it was enough for Louis. "Wait," He said, his smile turning into a frown within a second. "You want this break thing to go on until school starts?"

I nodded, not sure why he didn't know that. "Lorena, that's another three months away. We wouldn't see each other in three months."

"But that's kind of... The point of taking a break..."

As I trailed off, again, Louis stared at me for a few seconds, his expression frozen. But when he finally reacted, I wish he hadn't; he took a step back, the look on his face suddenly relaxed, as if he understood everything, as if everything finally clicked. Oddly, I wasn't feeling as happy as I should have. I wasn't happy at all; whatever it is that was going through his mind was probably... Wrong.

"Alright then," He said calmly. "I'll... See you."

The carelessness in his voice was almost making me want to cry; that definitely didn't sound like a promise.

"Okay," I said quietly, sounding as vulnerable as a person could. It was unbelievable how quickly our moods have changed, and not only once.

Louis took a step forward, and leaned down to kiss me. Only, when our lips were an inch apart, he turned his head to the right and kissed my cheek.

"Bye, Lorena." That's it. That was all I got from him; a kiss on the cheek and a Bye, Lorena. We weren't going to see each other for three months, and he left me standing at the train station with nothing... But a kiss on the cheek.

I watched him walk away, and the further he was, the more I wanted to run over to him and, and just be near him one more time. But he... He didn't look like he was having problems with walking away from me; with leaving me. And when he got on the train a minute later, everything clicked in my head too; I could just hope I wasn't right.

With shaking hands, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and took two full minutes to type in the message. I didn't know whether it was because I was nearly crying, or because I couldn't control my fingers.

I'm never going to see you again, am i?

Send.

I hated how careless I sounded; like I almost wanted his answer to be the one I thought it'd be. And when he replied a minute later, I knew why my stomach hurt earlier. I knew why I was shaking, and why I'd nearly started crying; I made the wrong choice.

I don't think so.

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Now.
Before y'all form a mob and start with the pitchforks and torches, I am nicely going to remind you that there is still an epilogue to come, and then there's gonna be a sequel shorty after.
Now I think it's better that I run for my life.

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