Forgive Me ~Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction~

Chapter 7

Louis POV

“Ok, I’m bored as fuck Louis.” Heather drifted into the living room where Harry and I were posted up playing some hardcore FIFA. I felt bad because we get really into it sometimes. Its been at least 4 hours we've been playing. Heather paced around a lot. She moved from the couch when we first started to the kitchen, then outside, back to the couch and now she had headphones hanging from her neck with music blaring from them. I looked up from the screen to see her leaning on the frame. I gave her a warm smile but before I got the chance to say anything Harry screamed.

“FUCK YOU MATE! HA HA” He threw the controller on the floor, sprung off the couch and did a happy dance. My eyes darted to the game to see he won. I didn't even care, i let out a laugh, Heather joined in with me.

“You're ridiculous.” She laughed. She ran her hands through her shoulder length brown hair that i was starting to get used to now. It made her look so mature but in all honesty, she still acted like a five year old. I loved every bit of it. I didn't realize i was staring at her until her eyes met mine and for some reason it made my stomach twist, like i was caught doing something i wasn't supposed to be doing. I cleared my throat and threw on another smile, bring my attention to Harry.

“Mate, I think we need to take a bit of a breather.” I say, standing up and giving my legs a good stretch. His shoulders slumped and for a second he looked like the 15 year old harry i remember from when we first met.

“But I’m just starting to win.” He whined.

“You just got lucky. We’ll rematch later but i think we should see what the lady of the house wants to do.” We both look over at Heather, waiting for her to say something.

She looked around then pointed at herself, “Oh, you mean me? I thought you were talking about Harryet over there?” She was such a good actor because she really played off the whole dumbfounded act to a T.

It took a second to kick in for Harry. We both belted out laughing, Harry standing there with his brow furrowed and arms crossed. “Harry, you know i love you.” She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a light kiss of the cheek. “I always forget you're the sensitive one.”

“Alright, alright, alright.” I intervened.

“Ok, Matthew McConaughey.” Heather snipped. She walked back over to the door frame and leaned.

I rolled my eyes at her, i walked over to the the telly to shut it off. “What do you want to do? It’s half past four on a tuesday.”


“Well do you wanna help me move some furniture in my room?” She asked.

I looked over at Harry and he nodded. We made our way upstairs to Heather's room. She chose the room next to mine. It was the biggest room out of the three. I didn't take it because it didn't have a bathroom attached. I know she didn't take it because it was the biggest, she chose it because of the window that was in it. It was the room that faced the back of the house. The whole entire wall that faced the garden was pretty much a giant window with a skylight on the ceiling. My room had a smaller window that was the same, it went from the ceiling to the floor with a skylight above my bed. She always asks me why i didn’t take her room because the view was gorgeous. I told her that I liked that my room has privacy. She always thought i was crazy.

Heather was a huge fan of natural light and the exposure of lighting it offered. When i used to have my office in there, she would always take photos while i worked. Her favorite was fall time when the colors would change. When she stayed the night, and she didn't just sleep in my bed, she would sleep on the couch in there just to wake up early enough to take pictures of the dew covered grass in the peak of fall. I actually have a framed picture she took hanging in my room. She has such a talent. I never knew why she never tried doing anything with the skill that she has.

The room right now was pretty empty with a naked queen bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a painting my mom gave me as a housewarming gift when i first moved in. They were thrown in there when i switched the office to the other room. I just never got around to dressing it up.

Me and Harry got to work while Heather instructed us to put the furniture where she wanted it. “Ok, can we try the bed over here?” she pointed the wall facing the window. “I don't want anything on the window.” She put her thumb on her chin like she was in deep thought. We moved the bed. It had a light, raw wood frame so it was a little heavy but me and harry moved it with no problem.

“Is that good?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. That’s perfect. Thank you.” She smiled brightly at us. She looked so happy and so beautiful with the sun's rays hitting her. She had one dimple on her right cheek that only shown when she gave her big smiles and right now it was prominent. She was wearing my t-shirt still but this time she had on a pair of her shorts. They made her legs look so long and her arse look amazing. What the fuck? I mentally slap myself. Again, i felt myself staring for too long, i broke my stare and looked over to the desk.

I cleared my throat. “Where do you want that?” I pointed over to the desk that was in the corner, technically it was touching the window.

“Thats what im trying to figure out. Maybe put it on a diagonal? So it actually in the corner.” She out her thumb on her chin again. Harry walked over to the desk and moved it to her liking.

“Like that? I think that looks good. It's not in any way of your shots.” Harry was critiquing. “Is there a chair to go to this desk, Lou?”

“No, we gotta get one, i honestly don't know what happened to it.” I scratched the back of my head. They laughed at me.

“You lost a chair? How the fuck do you lose a chair?” Heather laughed at me, bumping my hip with hers. My stomach did a little flip at her touch. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me. Wow, that sounds shitty. Not what wrong with me but why my body is doing this to me. I don't have feeling towards her. I cant, shes my best friend. She's literally just like my little sister.

“Um.. well you guys remember my housewarming party. It was crazy. I don't know what happened to it but it was gone the next day.” I laughed at the memory. It was such a huge party. It was almost Project X worthy but just a lot less flamethrower. I don't remember much of it and i'm sure not many of the people that were there do either. I remember making a slip and slip in the garden and breaking my arm though. I didn't know it was broke until next morning. Weed and Alcohol are not a great mix.

“Well we can just move the wardrobe to this wall and we can call it good.” Heather said, pulling me out of my head. After we were all done heather grabbed the huge duffle bag from downstairs that had her stuff in it, leaving me and harry alone.

I plopped down on the bed and enjoyed the view, harry joined me.

“How are things going? I know it's only been a couple days but it's a big change.” Harry asked, he leaned back on his elbows.

“Great, it's so nice to have her here. This house was too way too big for just me. Plus, it's nice to have my best friend around.” I shrugged but the smile on my face couldn't be any bigger.

“Ouch.” harry scowled.

“Oh, piss off. You're my best mate but i've known her my whole life. She's like a sister, not that i need another one.” I laughed, giving him a punch in the leg. “And nothing really changed. We’ve gotten closer i feel but it just feels… right. I know we're going to fight, you can only be around someone so much and i know she likes her space, i do too but right now everything is great.”

“Do you think that anything is going to happen between you guys? You know, since you're getting closer?” he asked quietly, it was almost a whisper.

“Yeah, I’m going to beat his arse.” Heather snapped walking in with her duffle bag over her one shoulder and her bong in the other. I don't know why she just didn't throw the thing out but i didn't want to force her to do anything.

“For what, may i ask?” i remarked. I stood up to take the duffle bag from her hand which she willingly handed over.

“One, how is it that i always walk into you guys talking about me? Harry, you barely even say anything to me when i'm around but you sure do have a lot to say about me when i'm not around.” I was speechless, she called him the fuck out. I held in the laugh that wanted to so badly let out.

“Um.. uh.” He stuttered, I guess he was speechless too.

“Two,” she turned to me, “I could easily beat your arse. Especially if i got pissed. But let's hope that it doesn't come to the point.” She gave a smile to let me know that she was being sarcastic. I laughed at her, Harry slowly joined in. “Im busting your balls Harry, don't pee on my new bed. But seriously stop being weird around me. You can talk to me. I know i freaked you out the other day and i'm very sorry about that. But i'm not a different person, I’m still the heather you met five years ago. Maybe a bit of a bigger bitch but i'm still her.” Harry’s shoulders slouched in relaxation and he let out a laugh. She walked over to the wardrobe, which had little shelves on each side, and she set her bong on a shelf for display.

“Why do you keep that thing?” He asked her. “Aren't you clean?”

She shrugged and just stood there looking at it for a minute before making her way over to me. “I don't really know. I spent too much on it to just throw it away and i sure as hell wasn't leaving it there.” I knew there was another reason because her story didn't sound all that genuine but harry didn't push it any further. I set the bag on the bed and she unzipped it to reveal haphazardly stuff belonging. There was clothes, photos, papers, book and what looked like a crown royal bag. I pulled it out from under everything but she snatched in out of my hands before i got the chance to even get it fully out of the bag. “Don't touch.” She demanded.

“What was that?” Harry asked, trying to get a look of what was in her hand but she threw it back in the bag real fast. I looked down at her and her cheeks were cherry red.

“Now you want to ask all the questions.” She mumbled, she grabbed a couple books out of the bag and stacked them on the wood shelves. She walked back over to us with her face showing no emotion. She took a small pause then smiled at us. “Hey, i think i got this from here guys. Thanks for helping me.” I had a bad feeling in my gut but i didn't feel like i had any hand in pushing it with her so i didn't. I looked over to Harry who had a weird look on his face but he didn't say anything either.

“Are you sure?” I ask her, she pulled out a picture of us when we were way younger. I wanna say 10 or 11. It was when we went to London with her mom and we got ice cream at the shopping mall. Heather dropped hers so i shared mine with her. Her face was puffy from crying but still beautiful. Her mom took the picture, things were so simple back then. “I love that picture.”

“You guys look so young.” Harry smile warmly.

“I love it too. Yeah, we were really young. That was almost 14 years ago. But really i got this guys, you can go finish your game.” I gave her a hug and so did harry. He ended up leaving after that, said something about meeting someone for dinner. He asked if we wanted to go but Heather didn't feel like going out and neither did i.

“You guys are like a married couple and you aren't even together.” Harry laughed. I didn't mind the thought of that oddly. After he left i walked back upstairs and knocked on heather's closed door.

“Yeah?” I heard Heather call. Her voice sounded very monotone.

“Can i come in?” I asked, resting my forehead on the door, trying to listen intently to what was going on in there. I heard her shuffle towards the door. The knob turned and she opened the door to let me in. She walked over to the bed, grabbing the crown royal bag. It was stuffed full of something. She ripped the bag open and rolls of notes came plopping out. There must've been at least 10,000 notes in there.

“What is all this?” i asked, grabbing a fat roll and taking the rubber band off of it. The notes unfolded and in the center was a baggy of white powder. She grabbed it really fast before i got the chance to.

“I told you i started taking some from my own supply.” She mumbled. I didn't know what to say to her. I wasn't mad but i was afraid she thought i was going to be. I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“How many are there?” i asked her, she sat on the bed next to me and let out a great sigh.

“There's a couple. I want to throw them away but i can't get myself to do it. I need to do it, don't i?” Her eyes started to tear up. “Bloody hell, This medication is making me so fucking emotional.” She laughs.

“Is it helping you, though?” I ask her, she leaned on me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, it helps with the urges but so do my cigarettes.” she shrugged. “In my opinion, I really don't need it. I don't like the way it makes me feel. I don't feel like myself. It’s hard for me to feel happiness in things. It’s like I’m in this constant state of grogginess. Everything seems grey.” My stomach twisted at the thought of that. I felt helpless for her. What can i do to help her? My mind ran in circles searching for answers.

I jumped off the bed and extended my hand to her. She was startled by my fast movement and was caught off guard, she caught herself from falling over since she was leaning on me just a second ago. “Let's get rid off all this stuff. Let’s start off new. Clean slate. Nothing is better than a breath of fresh air, right?” I took a very over exaggerated breath. “Ahh, fresh.” She giggled at me, rolling her eyes. She used the collar of my shirt to dry her eyes.

“Okay.” She said taking my hand in hers. We got to unrolling the rest of the notes and putting together all the little baggies she had hidden. There was ten all together, and none of them had the same contents. “How should we get rid of them?” She asked me, crossing her arms.

“We’re go flush them down the toilet.” I stated. We made our way to the bathroom and started emptying each baggy. I handed her the last one, letting her do the honors. I could see the hesitation in her. “Chivvy on, You can do it. Fresh start, remember?” i wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

“You don't define me anymore.” She said directly to the baggy, letting it fall into the bowl. Without a second going by she flushed it all away. “Holy shit, that feels so good.” She smiled brightly, it's like she lit up the bathroom even though all the lights were already on. I matched her smile and she gave me a high five.

“Ok, blimey with this bullshit, let's go get some food because I’m starved.” She walked past me to her room and shut the door. “Let me change!” She shouted.

It was like her whole demeanor just switched. It was like the heather i remember is back. She had a skip in her step and a smile permanently on her lips. Hopefully, this will last. Hopefully.

Notes

Okay, for all of my american readers, I've been trying to write my story... americanized. I was trying to make it to where it was understandable for you guys to read but i feel like sometimes the dialog is very Blah and quite rubbish so I'm trying to write it how i'm used to people talking. I feel like how I was writing before was very forced and not natural to me. If you guys don't mind, I'm going to incorporate some of the familiar sayings we say here in Brighton.

Anyways, i know this chapter wasn't anything special but it was purely in Louis POV which i figured people would want. This chapter is pretty much a shit chapter, its like a filler chapter.

Hope you guys enjoy! Please comment, vote, and subscribe.

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