Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 53

*Trinity's PoV*

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit shittity-shit.

Well, shit.

Greg, the guy who I had met at Louis' party a month or two ago, and who had served us at that restaurant, was looking at me as if I had four heads. I turned my head to look at Louis once again and as Greg did the same, his expression changed from shock to something else. His features shifted slightly and his eyes grew wider than before, mouth partly ajar and a crease between his brows. I wasn't sure what he was feeling. Fear, it looked like, maybe that was it...? Although, I couldn't for the life of me decipher what he had to be fearful about. After all, it was me who initiated the kissing, surely Louis could understadn that. He couldn't really blame Greg. Although, there were many things I thought he couldn't do, many of which he had proven me wrong and done, regardless.

Louis blinked for the first time since I had opened my eyes, and I saw his fists shake by his sides. I took my lower lip between my fingers, both in fear and in attempt to erase any trace of Greg from them. As I saw Louis' face contort into fury, I felt the tears build up behind my lashes. I almost let tears fall, but I reminded myself why I had done it and managed to suppress them.

He had used, crushed and humiliated me, the least I could do was get my own back. As I thought about it, the more it felt wrong. I was only trying to justify it so I didn't feel so guilty. Sure, what he did wasn't right, but two wrongs don't make a right, as the saying goes. It looked to me like it made a pretty big mess, if I were to be honest.

Plus, Louis had done it, but why did that mean that I had to? I had never been like Louis in any way, why did I have to start then? It was what made us gel, the solidity behind our relationship was that we hadn't been with anyone like each other before, so it made us want to work each other out.

I turned to Greg slowly and ushered an apology, but I was unsure as to whether he heard me or not as he was still glancing at Louis nervously. I didn't bother to wait for any acknowledgement though, I mustered all of my confidence and started as leisurely as possible towards Louis. I may have been brave enough to walk steadily, but I wasn't brave enough to make eye contact until the last step. As I came to a halt, I looked up at him, trying not to flinch as I saw his nostrils flare with each riled breath, features unforgiving.

Neither of us said anything for a minute, awkward tension feeling the air.

"What the fuck was that, Trinity?" Louis spat from behind clenched teeth.

"Oh, that?" I replied, with a fake smile plastered on my face, "Well, I figured that if you could make a new friend in just one day, then so could I."

As I was talking, he didn't move, eyes trained on my features.

"You really have no clue, do you?" he sneered in disgust, before shaking his head multiple times and whirling around, taking off at a brisk pace towards the main exit. The girl he had been walking with followed after him like a lost puppy and I stared after them until they were long gone.

"Don't worry about them," Chloe muttered from where she was standing, "No matter what, I've got your back, girl."

Her words were supposed to calm and soothe me, but for the first time since I had moved here, I felt myself wanting to be alone. Plus, as it occurred to me that there was something I didn't know about Chloe's relationship with Louis, I needed to have a straight talk with her. I just didn't think I could handle it there and then, after the previous happenings.

"Chloe, can you leave please?" I asked quietly, my tone dull and lifeless as I stared at nothing in particular.

Her head snapped up in confusion, but she didn't ask any questions.

"Oh...," she responded, "Of course, just come home soon, yeah?"

I acknowledged her with a curt nod and watched as she disappeared in the direction the others had, her small figure decreasing in size until she was simply a mere dot standing outside of the main doors.

I glanced around me and noticed that a few people had slowed down while passing to be nosy and eavesdrop into the disagreement and stare-down that had been going on between Louis and I. I had been so wrapped up in keeping myself collected that I didn't realise that people had been looking at us. Of course, now that everyone else had left, everyone had turned their attention toward me. What were they looking for? Some sort of show? I narrowed my eyes and gave numerous people my most threatening scare, silently ordering them to keep their eyes and ears to themselves, and their legs walking.

As people began to move once again, I became just another person in the crowd. I could almost feel people lifting their eyes from me and returning to whatever they had come to do in the first place, although that was probably psychological. Despite that, I could feel the pressure lifting from my shoulders and I gave myself a chance to breath deeply for the first time in what seemed like years.

I closed my eyes, focusing on pushing out my worries with each puff of air. I had a lot on my mind, but the worst thing I could do was let it eat me up. When I opened my eyes once again, I felt better - not perfect, but most certainly better. I looked down at my feet as I remained undecided on what I should do for the rest of the day. I didn't want to return to Chloe's, I didn't want to return to my mother and I most certainly did not want to see Louis again - and I somehow got the impression that the feeling was mutual.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a voice clear itself from behind me. At first, I took no notice, assuming it was just another shopping passing by, but by the third time, I was sure that it wasn't a coincidence. I looked up and turned around so that I could see the source of the noise.

There stood Greg, hands in pockets, rocking awkwardly back and forth on his heels.

"Are....," he began, faltering slightly, "Are you alright?"

I chuckled without humour, raising my eyebrows while looking at the ground.

"I guess you could say I should be used to it at this stage," I replied and he took a step towards me.

"Look," he said nonchalantly, "I'm not really sure what happened there, but you don't look alright, anyway. How about a cup of coffee?"

As I looked at his face, he seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being and I thought about his offer for a second.

"Sure," I smiled, after a moment of deliberation, "Coffee would be great."

***

As I sat there and listened to Greg rattle off countless terrible knock-knock jokes in a ruthless attempt to cheer me up, I found myself thinking less and less about Louis and more involved in the conversation that was going on at that current moment. I was less caught up in the past and future, finally focusing on the present. And it felt nice, for a change.

We were sitting in a booth in the corner of one of the coffee shops, enjoying a coffee and muffin, which Greg had insisted to pay for, while chit-chatting about anything and everything. We discussed everything from our childhoods to college, leaving out nothing. Greg told me about his girlfriend, Elena, who had gotten accepted into Oxford University and about how proud he was of her.

As he was speaking, the adoration was clear in his voice. He was so proud of her, so happy, and it showed. While listening, I found myself feeling slightly jealous. Not of Elena, I didn't see Greg as more than a friend, but of their relationship. The kind where each person encourages the other in whatever they pursue; the kind where one would ring up the other in the middle of the night to sneak out and get chocolate milk; the kind where the guy would cuddle up to the girl when she was sad or angry and make everything okay again; the kind where everything was as it should be.

I sighed, perhaps louder than I had intended, and Greg stopped in the middle of the story of how he and Elena had met.

"I'm sorry, do you wanna talk about something else?" he offered generously, "I just get carried away when I start talking about her, is all."

I smiled graciously but shook my head.

"No, really, I love hearing about how a normal relationship works," I informed him, half joking and half serious.

He laughed lightly and fiddled with the coffee cup in his hands.

"Ah, every relationship has it's speedbumps," Greg reassured, looking at me earnestly.

"I guess, but some have mountains, rather than speedbumps," I replied, more to myself than to him.

He smiled sadly and nodded in understanding, leaning back in his chair.

"How are you even friends with him?" I pondered aloud, "You're just so different from him, I don't understand it."

He shrugged before answering.

"Well, you're the opposite of him and you two were pretty close for a while," he replied, "It's kinda the same thing, except I'm not a five-foot-something brunnette, and without all the sex and stuff."

I couldn't help but laugh at his remark, despite how embarrassed I felt. After all this time, I still wasn't fully comfortable with discussing that stuff in the open. I took another sip of coffee to hide my flaming cheeks and hoped he remained oblivious as to the extent of my innocence regarding the subject.

As I regained my composure, I set the coffee cup back down and began to speak again.

"I guess I should have listened to the advice you gave me at that party after all," I mused. It was supposed to be a joke, but it came out humourlessly and full of truth.

I heard Greg sigh across from me and looked up to find him glancing around him. I had been so wrapped up in the conversation that I hadn't noticed people leaving the café as we talked. My phone told me that it was seven o'clock in the evening, meaning that the shopping centre was technically closed, althought the server hadn't attempted to move us from our seats.

"Yeah," Greg mumbled, running one hand through his tousled hair, "There's a lot about him you don't know."

I narrowed my eyes, encouraging him to continue.

He took a breath and looked up at me once more, arms folded and resting on the table, features solemn.

"Okay, I'll tell you," he explained, "But I'll warn you now, there aresome things you probably won't want to hear."



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