The Girl and the Songwriter // Louis Tomlinson

Chapter Two

"Music gives soul to the universe,

Wings to the wind,

Flight to the imagination,

And life to everything."

-Plato

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(a/n: The ages/ high school times don't really add up, but just ignore it lol, also check out the song above, Sober Up by AJR)

I read through a few pages of his notebook, then checked my phone.

5:19pm.

Shit. I guess it was more than a few. Damn it I'm going to be late to lunch with my boyfriend.

I closed the book and shoved it into my back pack. I quickly walked out of the room and made sure to lock it behind me. I made my way through the empty halls and went to the front office.

"Hello Ms. Walker." The lady at the desk greeted me. I let my bag fall to the floor.

"Hi Mrs. Jones. I just needed to drop off a few papers from Mr. Roberts class." I handed her the papers and smiled. She took them and placed them on the desk next to her computer.

She frowned. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh I just had to catch up on a few assignments. Nothing too harsh." I laughed and slung my bag back over my shoulder. She nodded her head.

"Ive actually got to get going. Say hi to Ashlyn for me."  I waved and left the school, walking to my car.

I ran my hand across the hood and opened my door throwing my bag into the passenger seat. I plugged my phone in and played my playlist. Sober Up by AJR came on and I sang along word-for-word. The song was almost over as I pulled up to my boyfriends apartment.

I parked and got out of my car. I walked up the steps and used my key to unlock the door. I stepped in and closed the door behind me, kicking my shoes off.

"Mav, Im here. Sorry I'm late!" I yelled. His full name is Maverick, but his friends and I call him Mav. He didn't answer so I guess either he isn't home, or he couldn't hear me. The AC turned on and I shivered.

I guess I could steal one of his sweatshirts, its not like I haven't already.

I threw my keys on his coffee table and made my way towards his bedroom.

What the hell was that? I swear I heard a fucking moan! I swear to god...

I ran to his door and swung it open. Thats it. He cheated. Some blonde was half-naked sucking his face off.

"Maverick! WHAT THE FUCK!!" I screamed and stepped into his room. He pushed the blonde off and jumped out of the bed picking up his shirt and pulling it over his head.

"Violet! I swear its-" 

I cut him off. "Not what It looks like?" I scoffed. "You were about to fuck some blonde you probably don't even know the name of!" 

He didn't say anything. I laughed. "You know what? Go ahead and continue screwing her. Were over. Done." I turned and walked out of his room.

"Violet wait! Please!" I turned around to face him.

"What?!" He grabbed my waist and I pushed him away. "Get the hell off of me!"

I walked straight over to his coffee table, grabbed my keys then slipped on my shoes.