Louis’ POV
“No, but mum. I know I made an agreement about the two months, but I just don’t think I can handle it anymore. I mean news got out about Harry anyway, and this place is just major shit!”
I hear her take a deep breath through the line.
“I know, Louis. But sweetie I just don’t know what else to tell you. You’re going to have to deal with it a while longer. I mean at least you get to play football for a while.”
I continue playing with the loose string on the side of my jeans.
This time I sigh.
“The deal doesn’t seem like it’s going to play out.” I whisper, still disappointed as fuck.
“What do you mean? I thought you finally took ownership. It was all over the papers and everything.”
My eyebrows scrunch up together and I lean my body against the wall, next to the bench, still waiting for this guy to finish his fucking session with the asthmatic kid. Jesus, for an asthmatic kid, he sure fucking punches a lot. He nearly made a dent in the fucking wall last time.
“I just-”
I stop myself as I notice the door across the hall open violently, the Winnie chic storming out with the dry erase board in her hands, being thrown to the floor hastily.
“Um, I'll call you back, mum.” I mutter, not giving her an opportunity to even respond before hanging up.
I cross my arms together and I just kind of view the scene being played before me.
“Ms. Queen. Wait. Your mother won’t like to know that you left again!”
Again, huh?
Winnie stops in place and slides her phone out of her pocket before turning around and walking back to the bitch seeming lady.
She hands the phone to her, and I feel myself raise an eyebrow..
“Ms. Queen, it doesn’t have to be this way. Just come back in and we ca-”
Winnie just continues her action, practically forcing the phone in the woman’s hands.
The woman stays quiet, swallowing hard from frustration.
“You’re being irrational here, Winifred.”
Winnie just leans her face closer to the lady’s in this intimidating like way.
‘Fuck off.’ I think she mouths, before retrieving her phone back and turning around once again, walking down the hall with her head held high and her fists clenched at her sides.
“I just want to help her.”
I turn my attention to her therapist who is just staring at her patient as she continues walking, her arms crossed loosely.
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Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Book 3, ✉Winnie isn't one for drama, for fame, for attention. She enjoys water droplets, bad movies, dirty jokes, her two best friends, weeds, and just things that make her feel average. She always speaks her mind, but not physically sin...
