Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3

Part seven

I was roaming around the hospital halls in one of the mandatory gowns that resembled a hideous picnic blanket. The nurse thought it would be nice for me to interact with actual kids again, so with her hand holding mine, she took me to the sick kid room.

I was still feeling frail and weak, so she remained there with me. I could never look at the nurse in the eye, my head always down since every grown woman made me feel nauseous.

The room was almost dead silent, a few faint laughs appearing once in a while, the only ones belonging to a very ill Izzy at the time who was sitting down on the wooden floor. She was placing blocks on top of one another, forming some kind of fort and right beside her was an older looking boy. He was just sitting there, looking straight at Izzy with a small smile that matched his dark brown eyes.

"She likes blocks more than dolls." Is what he said.

And when the nurse finally released my hand, I looked at his bright red T-Shirt that had a picture of The Powerpuff girls on it and at that moment I knew that I wouldn't mind not ever knowing anyone else as long as I could know this pretty, bald girl that preferred wooden cubes over a Summertime Barbie doll for some reason and this boy with the cool shirt.

I just nodded and he nodded, I sat down and we both just looked at the pretty, bald girl who I later found out to be his sister. We both did nothing, but she didn't mind and neither of them questioned my lack of voice and I didn't question Izzy about her lack of health and that was really the beginning of us.

My finger continues tracing that imaginary circle and I just shake my head.

His smile disappears and he takes a deep

breath as I reach into my pocket, taking out the purple marker that came in a pack along with the board.

I begin writing and Coop's arm is still around me as he reads along.

'I'm just curious to see why he's not here. That's all.' It reads in barely legible handwriting.

My penmanship isn't the best.

"Yeah." He blandly responds and this time I take the deep breath.

With the cuff of my long sleeve oversized dress shirt, I wipe away the sad truth before writing again, forcing a plastic smile on my lips.

'You know, you haven't told me yet about your date.'

When his eyes finish scrolling along the sarcastically neat written letters, he flashes a smile and my smile genuinely returns.

Someone got laid.

He shrugs and I think I even notice some pink rising from his cheeks.

Oh shit. He got so fucking laid.

"Well he was pretty nice and we kept a conversation the whole time a-"

When he notices my wiggling eyebrows, he quickly shakes his head and changes his demeanor completely.

That's the type of person Coop is. He never wants to fully emit his happiness. It's as if he thinks of himself as cursed. That if he is too joyous about something, the world laughs cynically at him and steps all over that joy. At least that's what he told me. One example being Cancer (the world) and Izzy (the joy).

I erase the smudged lettering and begin expressing myself through my writing in a poetic style as the great Shakespeare and Poe have.

'You got fucking laid didn't you.'

His eyes widen and he clears his throat before he begins looking around the room for any bystanders.

"Maybe." He whispers, his nose almost touching mine as he arches the upper half of his body towards me.