Quesoftheday: Do you have any favourite month of the year which remains constant? Feel free to share the reason.
I let the snowball fall down on the ground when its coldness starts to put me at discomfort. Hearing mum yelling my name, I walk inside after shoving the snow off of my shoulders. The warmth of the kitchen wraps me as soon as I enter there. As Oren’s eyes meet mine, I try to start a conversation but she walks out of the kitchen avoiding me.
It’s been a couple of days since that night I left Louis’ place and the three of us haven’t talked with each other, yet. About Louis, I have no intention to talk with him anytime soon because his words and deeds are still stabbing my heart. I have tried to talk with Oren but she’s not looking at me even if I bump into her. Everything has changed since that day and the evil thing is it’s not a decent change.
“Don’t worry, she won’t be able to stay away from you long.” Mum makes me to look at her as she passes me a muffin, patting my back lightly as I sit on the counter. ”But what happened actually?”
“It’s a complicated story mum,” I reply with a mouthful of muffin. “We kinda chose the same dress which has no replica but I messed the dress up unknowingly before Oren could buy it. Well the dress had fault too. What the hell I’m even blabbering?”
I jump off the counter as my feet meets the floor. I hear mum laughing and shaking her head looking at me. I shrug my shoulders and she does the same before I walk out. I slowly walk towards Oren’s room and knock on the door hesitantly. She won’t reply because she knows very well that it’s me. I nod to myself and enter inside.
“What are you doing Reen?” Oren rolls her eyes almost whispering when I hug her from behind.
“Petition for sorry, won’t leave you until you talk to me normally.” I press my cheek against her back and close my eyes, starting to sing a song from Moana.
“Reen you really have some mental disorder,” I feel her sighing. “Okay now leave me so that I can turn around and talk to you.”
“I’m sorry Oren, I know I should’ve told you about that night though nothing happened but…………….I really didn’t know how to because it's your boss. And I…………………..”
“Reen I needed to fix myself after my breakup and being with Louis made me happy. I wanted to start over but all I faced is another spin of broken heart. I need some space to accept all these in my mind. I’m not getting back to Louis because I’m definitely not the thing he wants. I’m looking for a new job because I’m not strong enough to cope with his face again. If you two want to move on, I should’ve no objection. I just need space and time, at least let me expect that from you. Excuse me.”
I nod looking at her as she sighs heavily. We both know my words aren’t the thing she wants to hear right now. Silently walking out of her room, I enter inside my room, shoving my legs under the blanket and taking the coffee mug in my hand. I try to dip my mind in whatever is scrolled down my instagram but my mind gets engaged with different kind of thoughts of Louis.
I growl looking above but immediately look at the window when I hear a sound coming from that direction. Before my scream can fill the silence of the winter evening in the house, a hand is pressed against my lips and another hand snakes my arm.
My stomach starts to fill with butterflies as his blue eyes scan my face in the dark, slowly sliding down his hands. His warm breathe hitting my cheeks repeatedly sends chill through my whole body and I feel something cold running down my spine even in this cold weather.
“Don’t you have food in your house Mr. Climbing through the window thief Tomlinson?”
Louis steps back hearing my question as his wide eyes widen more. He takes a few moments to interpret my words as I stand up from my bed.
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Bittercoated
Fanfiction*COMPLETED BUT NOT EDITED* She was impossible for him. He was irresistible to her. Somewhere between a lie and bitterness, both found an attachment which was coating them, something new and true.
