Texting Louis Tomlinson

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Mood: Clean // Taylor Swift

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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

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LOUIS' POV

3 weeks.

21 days.

504 hours.

30, 240 minutes.

That's how long it had been.

I hadn't seen, talked to, texted, or heard about Anna for 3 weeks.

It sucked...at first, but, as much as I hated to admit it, I was starting to get used to it. I deleted her number from my contacts, although that wasn't enough to erase her from my memory. I wish it had been.

She broke me.

Anna broke me in a way I never thought a girl could break me before, which just showed how in love with her I truly was. I honestly thought she could have been the one for me.

"Louis?" A familiar, raspy voice sounded from my bedroom door, a couple knocks following. "Can I come in?"

I mumbled out a "sure" and, before I knew it, Harry was sitting on the beanbag that sat on my floor, across from my bed.

"How are you?" He asked. I looked up, my eyes meeting his, then sighed, flopping my face back onto my pillow.

This had become routine. Harry would come over every morning to make sure I was okay, then Liam would come around noon, with lunch, and eat it with me. Niall would FaceTime me at around 4 o' clock, since he was in Mullingar with his family for the break, and we'd chat for about an hour or so, before Zayn would come over to make dinner with me.

Yeah, Zayn. We made up. Kinda. He was a big help during the whole breakup, so I decided to let him stick around. Plus, he wasn't a bad cook.

"Louis, can I be honest with you?" Harry's voice shook me from my thoughts.

"Aren't you always,"

"I think you should get out of this bed and do something," he said, stretching his feet out in front of him.

"Like what?" I wondered, uninterested. I turned my face so that I now faced him.

"Like, take a shower, because, honestly, you stink and I don't even wanna know when the last time you showered was," he crinkled his nose in disgust, shaking his head.

"Fuck you,"

"Or maybe go to a club? You love clubbing!"

"You want me to go clubbing after I just broke up with my girlfriend?" I asked incredulously, raising my eyebrows in question.

"Okay, you didn't just break up. It's been a month and - "

"Three weeks," I corrected him.

"Whatever, it's been long enough," he reached behind him to pull his phone out of his pocket and, extending it towards me, added, "And she seems to be doing just fine."

Displayed on his screen was Anna's instagram account, the most recent post being a picture of her and some guy from two days ago. The caption consisted of a heart emoji.

I was in shock.

How could she have moved on so fast when I was so distraught it felt like my world had fallen apart?