Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 49

*Trinity's PoV*

I mulled over the idea, throughout the day, wondering if the plan was such a good idea after all. I had only known Chloe  for a few days - it would be absurd to move in with her, even if it would be convenient for work purposes. Then again, I didn't particularly want to go back and see my mother again. 

I decided that it didn't really matter, seeing as I had messed up my life enough already. What harm could one more possible mistake do? Okay, I know the answer to that is 'a lot', but I couldn't really have cared at that time. I was fed up of the situation between Louis and I, and I was going to clear it up, one way or the other. Either we would be brought back together again, or I would be out of his life for good, but I couldn't be stuck in this awkward, in-between phase for any longer. It was unbearable for me, and I don't think it was too pleasant for Louis either.

The drive home was quiet, the route much more picturesque when it wasn't crowded with cars, honking and shouting obscenities while passing each other. Apparently, two in the afternoon was a very quiet time to be driving on that particular road. I had been driving for ten minutes and had only seen two or three cars passing, compared to the hundreds of cars I would normally see when going to work in the mornings. I was grateful that my working hours had allowed me to avoid the rush-hour traffic, the silence giving me a chance to think about what I was going to say.

I began to plan out a script in my head, but abandoned the idea once I realised that I was most likely going to forget everything that I had thought of once I stepped out of the car. Also, a scripted conversation kind of relies on the other person keeping to the script, and Louis had always been anything but predictable.

The soft purr of the engine, a reassuring hum, diminished as I flicked the engine off and stepped out of the car. I used the fob to shut the wrought iron gates and began to make my way towards the house, as I had done countless times beforehand. Except, this time, my surroundings appeared differently. The large trees which once appeared to give shelter and protect from wind now loomed over me, as if threatening me with every eerie movement of their branches in the early summer breeze. The gravel under my feet, which had once comforted me with the familiar crunching sound under my feet now threatened to swallow me up if my step faltered even slightly. Last, but certainly not least, the large house which had once seemed warm and inviting, now sat in front of me, cold and dull, silently trying to stop me from entering.

Of course, this was all in my head, and everything was exactly the same as it had been before. I guess that just shows the power of paranoia. I shook my head to myself, ridding the thoughts from my mind, as I ambled towards the door that lay in front of me. I slipped the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door quietly.

When I stepped inside, the eeriness of the house surprised me. I had been expecting Louis to have the television on, either in the kitchen or the living room, or even just to be rambling around, humming to himself. However, he was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged my shoulders and headed towards the room I had been residing in for the past while, stuffing my things into my bag. I hoped that Louis would stop me before I actually had to leave, but better to be safe than sorry.

When I had all my stuff packed up, I retreated down the stairs once more, in the hopes of finding Louis. I mean, in order for this plan to (hopefully) work, he kind of needed to be present, so I could speak to him.

My legs carried me robotically down the staircase, fingernails tapping anxiously against the wooden banister that ran along the side. When I reached the kitchen, I peeked my head around the corners, but Louis wasn't anywhere to be seen. At this point, I was beginning to wonder if he was even in the house at all. 

Just as I was about to give up and admit defeat, I heard the sound of the upstairs bathroom being unlocked, followed by heavy footsteps and a door closing.  I followed the sound and climbed the stairs once again, until I was standing outside of his bedroom door.