Acquaintances

Chapter 40: Decisions

Harry came to the funeral, sat in the row behind me and my family, lending his supportive hand on my shoulder at various points. It wasn’t really a sad funeral. Not that I have much to compare it to, but it didn’t feel tragic, or depressing. It was closure, uplifting and celebratory of the life she led. She really was incredible and I’m even more certain of studying Journalism now, and my faith in the list has been restored. But it’s time for a few adjustments. Or one, rather large adjustment.

Louis stayed at my Grandparent’s house while we went to the funeral and wake, he said he didn’t want to be an inconvenience but didn’t want to not be here for me at all, which made my heart melt, as he always does.

“You really didn’t have to come today Haz.” I tell him as he follows me up the stairs to the room I’m staying in.

“Of course I did. I liked your Grandma, she had the same energy as you.”
“I don’t have any energy.” I yawn, opening the door to the room.

“Not what I meant, but fair enough. You can sleep now.” He says supportively, rubbing my back.

I look up to see Louis sitting on the bed, practically twiddling his thumbs.

“Oh hey!” He stands up and I close the door behind me.

“This must be like a really good dream for you hey, us two in the same room.” Harry smirks, quirking his eyebrows.

“Or a nightmare.” Louis chuckles.
“Depends on the day.” I roll my eyes.

“Mmm, I don’t share though.” Harry says, his voice low as he stares at me. I just shake my head, unable to read this dynamic.

“Ha! You two would soooo have a threesome right now if I suggested it.”
They look at each other awkwardly and I burst out laughing, god boys are way too easy.

“But I would never suggest that.” I say sternly, moving to sit on the bed, they both stand in front of me. “Since you’re both here, I have an announcement that may or may not concern you. I’ve made a decision.”

“Should I be scared? Whatever it is, I support your decision.” Louis says, cocking his head to the side curiously.

“Out with it, Jones.” Harry demands.

I love seeing them together, it’s kind of like the Devil and the Angel and I find it way too amusing.

“I don’t think you should be scared. 2 things. As of September 2015, I will be a student at University of Manchester, studying Journalism full-time and living on campus.” I pause, gauging their reactions. They both just smile and nod, waiting for me to get the point.

“A word of advice from my late Grandma a couple of weeks ago, has lead me to make a decision about the list. She said the list is only great if it is creating happiness, not prolonging it. And I don’t want to feel this way anymore, I had this impending stress about my future, it’s too much. So, I’m changing the first one. Instead of being single for a year, I’m only going to be single till I finish the list. Surely, by then I’ll know more about who I am and what I want. Just letting you know.” I shrug.

“Serious?” Louis asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah, you better not be joking Lola.”
“I’m not, this is what I want.” I nod, affirmatively.

They exchange a nervous glance, my eyes are begging to close from exhaustion, these past few days have been indescribably tiring and I want to sleep for a thousand years, now that the funeral is done, hopefully everyone will have some closure.

“Anyway, while you’re adjusting to that, I’m going to sleep.” I yawn, kicking off the small black heels and scrambling back to the top of the bed, shuffling down under the covers. I can feel their eyes boring into me as I roll over, essentially ignoring their presence. I would care more if I wasn’t so fucking tired, and if my eyes weren’t struggling to stay open.

…

I wake to the sound of my phone beeping, which is really fucking annoying because I swear I’d turned it off. I roll over to grab it and directly collide with something, or rather someone. My eyes flicker open and are met immediately with kind blue eyes.

“What’s the time?” I question, resting my hand on the mattress beside me to push myself up into a sitting position, but instead it bumps into something on the mattress, I turn my head to see Harry laying on the other side of me, his head resting on his arms as he smirks up at me. Attractive son of a bitch.

“I think it’s about 8pm, you slept all afternoon.” Louis says with a smile.
“I still feel tired.” I frown, my throat exceptionally dry.

“Can you hand me my phone?” I ask Louis, who reaches over and hands it to me.

Unknown number: Hey love, Zayn and I are having a New Years party and I was wondering if you wanted to come? Xxx

Zayn and I?

My face must scrunch up because Louis immediately questions what’s wrong.

“Nothings wrong, I just got this message. Do you think it’s Perrie?” I ask, showing him the phone screen. 

“Yeah, obviously.” Louis nods, but I double check anyway.

Me: Who is this?

Perrie: Perrie! Soz darling, I’m such a ditz, didn’t realise you wouldn’t have my number! Now I look like a creep for having yours!
Me: Haha! No, it’s fine. I’m not too sure what my plans for New Years are just yet, but I’ll let you know. Thanks so much for the invite beautiful xx

Perrie is one of those people who’s way of talking is contagious, I always end up being very overly affectionate and nice when I talk to her- well the few times I actually have talked to her.

Harry sits up, grabbing my phone off me. “Show me.” He demands. “Are you going to go?” He asks, handing me back my phone after reading the messages.

“I don’t know, I’m not really in the party mood, I’ll probably stay home.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs.

“Are you guys going?”
“Nah, I’m going to Nick’s.” Harry says.

“I’ll probably go.” Louis nods. Maybe I should go. Or maybe I should see what Matty’s doing. Decisions…

A/N: Oh my god this is so shit and short I’m so sorry don’t hate me. I’m suffering from major writers block like everything I write is so shit and ugh.

But please vote anyway because I’m currently #952 in romance and #994 in fan fiction.

Question time, what do you imagine Lola’s alter ego would be like? Like what personality traits would someone the COMPLETE opposite of Lola have? ;)