Crazy (a Louis Tomlinson love story)

Chapter 26

***Carson’s P.O.V.***

"Alex!"

"What do you want now, woman!" he called back. He was in the kitchen making him a sandwich, and I was in a comfortable bed so it wasn’t like I was going to get up for what I needed. Plus, my eyes stung and I wasn’t sure if my blurry vision would allow me to get through the door way without misjudging distance and walking into it. It would be better if I just sat there and continued to wallow in disgusting pity until he complied and got what I asked him for.

“I need the other tissue box!” I yelled to him. He had been my slave in the past couple of days; things had been hitting me rather hard in the past couple of days, and I couldn’t figure out why. I would give anything to be back at the flat with Louis and snuggling with him while watching a movie. That wasn’t my life anymore, though, as much as I wanted for it to be my life again. Things just wouldn’t work that way.

“Already? Your peasant a** just opened the other one an hour ago,” he argued. Damn, why couldn’t he just be compliant like his sister and get me what I needed? It wasn’t like I was asking for him to go out and shoot someone for me; all I needed was a tissue box. Alex had a history of being difficult, though. His sarcasm and thick-headedness sure weren’t helping. I was starting to wonder about how we ever became friends when we were younger… not that I wasn’t happy that he was my friend. He was letting me stay with him, after all. Elizabeth would’ve let me too, but that would’ve been too close to Louis. If I stayed with her Louis could come by any moment and find me.

“I have a lot of emotions,” I replied which earned a snarky comment that I couldn’t really make out. I really should’ve stayed at the hotel closer to the outskirts of Paris; he was cranky in the days I’d been staying with him due to all of his Uni work. It was his fault for procrastinating on all of it, though.

He opened the door to the room before tossing the box of tissues to me and narrowing his blue eyes. I must have looked like a mess; I was tangled up in the sheets of the bed, and I’m sure that my hair was knotted in every possible place that it could be. He had seen me like that before, though; it was nothing new to him. “I would think you’d be jumping for joy after learning that Harry and Elizabeth are engaged,” he sighed while he ruffled a hand through his brown locks and sat on the end of the bed.

I shrugged, “I’m happy for them, it’s just-.”

“You miss Louis,” he finished for me. He’d probably heard that sentence a thousand times since I had been staying with him. I’m sure he was tired of hearing them, and I was tired of saying the words, but it didn’t make them any less true. “You know, there’s an easy way to fix that.”

“You know I can’t go back to him, Alex,” I gave him the look that I reserved for whenever he said something stupid. He knew better than anyone-accept perhaps Elizabeth-that it was a lot less simple than it seemed. As much as I wanted to walk back into the flat and act like nothing had ever changed, I couldn’t do that. I’d only end up hurting Louis with everything that I hadn’t told him, and I didn’t want to do that. No, the option of cutting ties with him was much easier.

“More like you won’t go back,” he pointed out which earned him a glare. He always chose to challenge my choices, and he’d been challenging this one a lot more than I wanted him to. I was expecting him to understand and to at least drop the subject after I had told him about everything, but he was insistent on me going back and confessing everything to Louis. He was convinced that Louis would understand if I just explained myself. "I'm sorry, Carson, but I just don’t get it. If Harry and Elizabeth can get through everything than why can’t you and Louis do the same?"

"Because we're different people, Alex. I'm not Elizabeth and Louis isn't Harry. Plus, what happened with them could be forgiven. What I did… we'd have to live with that for the rest of our lives,” I tried to show him where I was coming from. It was obvious that he still wasn’t getting it, though.

“Look, I’m your friend, and I love you to the moon and back because of how long we’ve known each other,” he started his little rant, “but I’m just putting myself in your guy’s shoes, and I knew that I would be devastated right now if I was him. You text him once and then go back to ignoring him? I’d be going crazy.”

I brought my knees up to my chest so that I could hug them to myself. “Louis will be fine after it all blows over.”

“Yeah? I wouldn’t be so sure,” Alex insisted.

“He will,” I argued, “he’ll be a lot better without me. I’m a lot more trouble than it’s worth in the long run.”

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So, I know it’s all probably really confusing right now. I just wanted you guys to know where she is right now. This is the last chapter that’ll be in her point of view for a while, so be prepared.