Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 28

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I couldn't update yesterday, I got my Junior Cert results, 8As and 2Bs, so I was celebrating:DD

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*Trinity's PoV*

"I know I can't keep shutting you out," I gushed breathlessly, still in a panic, "And I'll try to stop, but I'm not apologising for it because you know that it's just what I do. I promised to help you in this relationship, but you have to realise that I need some help sometimes, too. It's a two way street, so please, don't be mad at me."

During my rant, Louis remained still, clearly surprised, but it was obvious that he had been listening. When I had finished, I had waited for him to say something, and became anxious when there were quite a few seconds of silence. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, and my nerves were too frazzled to deal with the suspense.

"I wasn't mad at you, I was mad at me for leaving," he said eventually, a lopsided sort of smile playing on his lips, "I was going to let you in anyway. I tried to tell you that, but then you went all Martin Luther King on my ass, so I didn't get a chance to."

I blushed profusely, realising that I had made a complete fool of myself. I had made it out to be a life or death situation, while Louis just saw it as a small pothole in the rocky road that was our relationship. I suppose that's what made our relationship so rocky; I made mountains out of mole-hills, while Louis made mole-hills out of mountains. Neither of us saw situations as they really were. It was yet to cause any major problems in the relationship, but I had a horrible feeling that someday it would. 

Louis held back the door as I shuffled inside modestly. My feet subconsciously made their way upstairs and into the room on the left, before I realised my mistake. I looked at the room that I had once stayed in. It still looked the same, but without my clothes filling the wardrobes. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I moved in, but quickly shook the thoughts from my head, knowing that taking such a big step in such an unstable relationship wasn't a good idea. We needed to sort our shit out first.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice Louis' arm wrap around my waist as he placed his chin  on my right shoulder. His breath fanned across the base of my neck and I realised how much I liked having him near me. It made me feel secure.

"Would you ever think of coming back?" he asked cautiously, observing my reaction carefully. I sighed. I couldn't have this discussion again. Not after the dramatic day I had just had. In fact, I didn't want to talk about it for a long time. 

I turned to face him, prepared to explain to him wearily that I just couldn't, but he started talking again.

"Right," he remembered, "You're not ready. I forgot. I just miss you is all.. It's a big house."

I felt my heart pull at itself as he talked, knowing what he meant by saying that it was a big house. He was lonely, and I could understand why. It musn't be easy having to come home to such a big space, knowing that not only were you the only one home at that present time, but you were the only one there all the time. 

"I know," I replied softly, hugging him and resting my head on his chest as his fingers raked through my hair, "But you know I can't. I don't mind staying over sometimes, but you know I can't."