11. Louis' Gone...
It's morning and knowing Louis was there all last night, I slept well.
It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon and I'm making chicken for tea because it's a Saturday. Louis is on the bed, talking to Harry. Once again. He's beginning to start spending more and more time with the boys other than me. I feel...Unloved by him. Not like when we first met, he had that look in his eye. A look in his eye that meant we're going to be together forever.
Louis' gone. Yep! You heard me right. Louis has gone.
Never said where's he going. Just dissapeared... I'm worried, cold, anxious and sad... I don't know what to do. It's 10 at night. Maybe I should call the police? No! I'm being silly, he'll be back!
"Louis? Is that you?" I say, nervously.
"Louis?" I say again.
No, still no answer. I'll go back to bed... During the night I hear noises in the flat. But I'm not sure if it's Louis...
"Aaaaaaah-aaah-choooooo!" Someone sneezes. It's Louis. I know that sneeze! Definitely Louis, I giggle quietly into my pillow and move around pretending I'm asleep but I'm not. Obviously!
Louis comes over and I steady my breathing and close my eyes. I feel shivers everywhere over my body. What's he doing?
Then I feel a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. I deep breathe and turn over to where the kiss came from. He whispers "I love you, Lexi. Really I do. Just remember that." He then walks away, footsteps making a noise on the floorboards. Then I hear the door click shut. And that's when I let it all out. I cry and cry and cry...