A/N: Hey guys, hope the last chapter didn't hurt you guys too much, I know you guys were hoping for a happy chapter but unfortunately it wasn't to be and you guys will understand the reasoning behind this very soon. So before I blabber on too much let's get on with Chapter 12.


Chapter 12 - I'm Falling

I arrived home around an hour later, my eyes wet and my cheeks bright red.

I had had to wait fifteen minutes for taxi after just leaving the restaurant, trying my best to run out after Gaston but he was faster than me and by the time I had reached the car park, Gaston's car had been reversing out of the spot and away, leaving me with a broken heart and twenty euros on my person to get home.

I had finally gotten a taxi service that would take longer than an hour to show up at this busy rush hour and fifteen minutes later, I was sat in the back of the taxi softly telling the driver where I was going before leaning my head back against the seat and letting the tears flow, not caring if the driver saw me or not.

The driver finally got to my house after taking a few wrong turns and stopped, telling me that my fare was fifteen euros and I had handed over the money, receiving the change and quickly getting out of the taxi and walking up the stairs into my house, not caring that my parents might be home.

Stepping into the living room, I closed the front door behind me, dropping my bag into a pile by the front door, letting my jacket flop down next to it and throwing my keyes heavily into the bowl, looking back around to the living room to see that my mother and father were home, I had been right about that and as usual my father had his head stuck in his paper whilst my mother was watching the television, neither of them had even looked around at me. Bloody brilliant.

"Oh hello there. I just got home and I'm early. Aren't you going to ask why?"

My sarcastic tone had my mother jump slightly on the couch, clapping a hand to her chest and looking around to me, breathing heavily.

"LeFou, I didn't hear you come in. Have a good day with your girlfriend?"

I wasn't sure whether it was my anger at myself or how I was feeling so empty and down with myself for what I had done but in that moment, I decided I had had enough as I stormed towards my mother, pointing a finger at her.

"Okay listen here mother. My name is Lay! And Belle is not my girlfriend, I am gay you stupid bitch!"

My mother stared at me, her hand still on her heart and without a trace of hurt on her face, the only thing I could hear in the rather quiet room apart from the television was my father rustling the paper as he turned the page.

"LeFou please keep it down. I am trying to read the paper..."

I growled deep down in my throat and stormed towards him instead, grabbing the paper out of his hands, shutting it over and ripping it right down the middle and into much smaller parts before throwing the confetti like bits straight into his face.

"There's your paper father."

I stared a the both of them for a few minutes afterwards, expecting some sort of reaction to my blow-out but there was nothing, not even a batting of eyes or even my father shouting at me for ruining his paper like most normal fathers would do.

"Seriously? Are you being fucking serious right now? Fuck this shit."

And before I could even let my mother or father do or say anything - ha, what a funny thought - I stormed back over, grabbing my bag and jacket before walking upstairs to my room and slamming the door behind me, slamming my bag onto my desk whilst I dropped my jacket by the door, forcefully yanking my old ratty t-shirt off my body and throwing it into a corner, my jeans following it and I changed into a pair of oversized sweatpants and a thin tank top, pulling my phone out of my pocket and lying on my bed, the tears starting to fall fresh again.

I switched on my WiFi, clicking onto my Instagram profile and typing Gaston's name into the search bar, rather surprised that there was nothing there at all, not even a hint of Gaston, nothing to even say he had existed on the page before.

Had Gaston blocked me? Sure I had kind of lied to him and not told him who I really was then blurted it out over a lunch that I hadn't even eaten and still didn't feel hungry for.

Clicking off of Instagram, I logged onto Facebook instead, typing in Gaston's name and coming up empty, had he figured out my name on Facebook and blocked me on this too?

Deciding to go with my last option, I looked on Twitter and once again I saw that Gaston had blocked me on that platform too.

I sighed, pulling slightly at my hair and went onto my text messages, typing in what I had been wanting to say for a long while.

To Gaston
Gaston please talk to me. I'm so sorry for what I did, it was childish and stupid and I know that but please don't ignore me. I just want to apologise. I'm so sorry I hurt you, I was just scared of what you might think of the real me.. Please text me back... I love you x

I sent the text off and sat back, my head hitting back against the pillow and locking my phone, the tears continuing to flow as I waited on Gaston's reply.

A few minutes later I couldn't start the waiting anymore and unlocked my phone again, clicking onto my contacts and onto Gaston's name, sliding the icon over to the right and waiting on the phone to start ringing.

But it didn't, the screen just went straight back onto the contacts and I tried a few more times, sliding it to the right but to no avail, each time it kept on going straight back to the first screen and a little pop-up message appeared at the top of my screen.

Can't Contact This Person.

I threw my room across the room, hearing it slam hard against the wall and swore at it, hoping that it 'fucking died' before sliding under the covers of my bed, the tears still flowing and my body shaking as I convulsed with the sobs.

I switched off my light, bathing my room in a slight darkness accompanied by the last dregs of sunlight shining in my window but I had no strength to get back up and close them so instead I turned away, curling tighter into my bed and letting the tears fall louder now and drawing in shaky and half breaths, closing my eyes against the onslaught of everything.

I didn't want to remember anything that had happened, I just wanted to go to sleep and forget that this day even happened.

Maybe it would be better in the morning.

Yeah or maybe, Gaston would tell me he had been taken over by an alien.

Yeah.

Cats were more likely to learn how to juggle.

It was safe to say, I was not looking forward to school tomorrow.


A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter but I was just wanted to get a lot of LeFou's after-reaction to everything that happened and then we shall see how he reacts to everyone else when he sees them in school. And Gaston will be back in the next chapter my friends so bare with me for a lot of LeFou trying to apologise and everything.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21.