Amethyst || H.S.

Chapter 12

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I didn't know we'd get so far
And it's only the start

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Viola's pov-

Half of the drive goes in silence when I finally decide to turn on the radio only to find shitty ads playing.

"Give me your phone" I ask.

"Why?" He questions back.

"To play something because I swear I will jump from car if I have to sit in this awkward silence for 2 more minutes" I groan out.

I know I'm deflecting. I don't want to think about what just happened.

"So fucking dramatic" He says throwing his phone at me.

I grew up around Louis what did you expect.

"You have no lock on your phone" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Don't have anything important" He shrugs.

"Sure" I reply knowing that's bullshit.

I open his gallery in suspicion and ah- I knew it App's Lock.

I open spoitfy and save all my playlists from his account. I put the phone down on dashboard, "Scary Love" by The neighbourhood starts playing.

The course of seat starts and I move to the beat as much as I can trying to get my attention anywhere other than surrounding.

The song came to end as we reach our apartment building. He parks in garage and scoops me up again like a baby.

This time I don't protest because the adrenaline has died down and it hurts like a bitch. I don't even know if I can walk on my own.

Everything goes by in silence not an awkward one just me being in too pain to speak and him not asking anything knowing I'm in too pain to speak.

We reach my apartment and he sits me up for the eye scan, the sudden transition has me hissing in pain as he accidentally grabs my thigh where I'm hurt.

"Fuck sorry" He says in a scared worried tone.

"No it's fine" I say opening my eyes and watch as the little device scans it clicking open the door.

He takes me down the small hallway, the lights turning on from themselves.

"I am not getting my couch bloody mister" I shake my head holding his neck tightly as he goes to put me down.

"What?" He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You heard me" I shrug my shoulders.

"Jesus I will buy you a new one" He says frustated.

"I can buy one on my own"

"Then what's the matter" He groans.

"I don't want to get my couch bloody I like it" I speak glaring at him.