Fall (One Direction) [Sequel To Run]

Chapter Twenty

Louis

Apparently, kissing Flynn was a very bad idea.

We didn't even get to finish the film, she was walking away so fast.

Eventually, I convinced her to at least let me drive her home, but she wouldn't so much as look at me.

That was probably the most awkward car ride I've ever been in.

Now it's been two days, and she still won't answer my calls.

I've been in my room the entire time, basically, laying in bed and watching Skins on my laptop. The one that mum says is mine but of course, I don't remember buying.

I've nearly finished season four of Skins.

I finally get why Flynn loves it so much, it's actually brilliant. And hilarious.

I want to talk to her about it.

I want to talk to her at all, actually. About anything.

Mum keeps coming in the check on me, and I think she's worried, since I haven't seen Flynn in ages.

She worries too much, it's not like I'm depressed.

Flynn will come around, I know she will.

At least, she'll forgive me.

I guess we broke up for a reason, and she obviously doesn't want to get back together.

If she wants me to be more mature, then I will be.

I'll respect her decision.

If she answers my calls ever again, that is.

I stare at my phone, where it's sitting on the corner of my bed.

I was staring at the ceiling and thinking about life, but maybe I'll try one more time.

And leave a voicemail.

With an actual apology this time.

I grab the phone and hold it to my ear, falling back on my bed and staring at the ceiling as it redials Flynn's number for the third time today.

It rings a lot, and then I hear her now-familiar voicemail recording.

“This is Flynn. Leave a message and I'll think very hard about calling you back.”

There's a beep.

That's my cue.

“Hey, it's me again. Before you delete this, listen, please. I'm sorry.”