Louis and I had two months, and three weeks left. My brain had been overactive, thinking of the little time we had left together. He was going back, and there was nothing I could do about it. And in three weeks, graduation would happen, and a week later, I'd be in university, studying acting. Fuck.
I knew that when university started I'd rarely get to see Louis. I'd be focusing on my homework. Education was important, and failing wasn't an option for me. In my head, I'd known that when university would start Louis and I would probably grow apart. But I didn't want this. I wanted us to stay close.
We'd taken every opportunity we could to be together. We would text all day, we'd hang out during lunches and our breaks at school. And when school ended, we'd Skype, or we'd hang out at each other's house.
I had never asked Louis why he had to go back, though I assumed he was only allowed to stay for so long at Tyler's house. He had a family to get back to, and I wasn't going to keep him from them. I had been somewhat afraid to ask him personal questions. I didn't want to upset him and make him miss home more than he already does. It was really hard to tell which subjects were touchy with him.
"Do you want me to make some popcorn?" Louis interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah sure babe," I smiled and he kissed me on the lips before standing up and walking to the kitchen.
We were at his house, we were cuddling on the couch, watching TV. When he stood up I immediately missed the warmth of his body. I stood up, walking to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a Pepsi. I grabbed a second one, handing it to Louis. He smiled, and then turned, putting the popcorn into the microwave.
"Hey, uh . . . Louis . . .?"
"What's up love" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist to rest his hands behind my back.
"Have you decided what you're doing when you get out of school? Like, when you go back to London . . . what are you going to do for a job?" I asked.
He mauled it over in his brain, "I really don't know. I was thinking I'd just find a local job." As he talked, he moved our bodies together, making us sway in sync. "Maybe I'll work as a mechanic, or get a job waiting tables. I'll probably get whatever I can get. I'll get a job to save up for university. And by the time I'm going to university a year from now, I'll hope I know what I want to do."
"Well it sounds like you do have this thought out mister," I smiled. "Do-do you mind if I ask why you're going back and not staying here?" I asked, nervously, not knowing if he'd actually answer.
"Well I mean, for obvious reasons of course. I miss my family. I do miss London. I miss the atmosphere and the food. And of course I miss my friends. The few friends I had at school. I haven't talked to them much. Another reason would be because I want to go to university in London. It's . . . It's just something I've sort of wanted, you know?" The microwave dinged, ending our conversation.
I smiled, standing up on my tippy toes to kiss his lips, "London does sound wonderful. I can't even comprehend how much you miss your family and friends."
He shook his head, sadness washing over his features. He walked towards the microwave, pulling the popcorn out and grabbing his Pepsi. "C'mon, let's continue cuddling love," he said as he grabbed my hand and we headed back to the living room.