catolilylouis; "this - we're messed up." & "i know."

as requested by overstreets

"It's not that I don't care about you," she whispers from the other side of the room. He's lying in bed, counting the crusty tiles just to distract himself from that face that she's leaving again. She never can stay put in one place for long, that he understands - it's just the fact that in a matter of hours she'll be on a flight to go see him, the blonde-haired vicious boy who doesn't know she's in bed with her cousin every night he's not there.

"Sure." Louis replies. Forty-seven tiles, forty-eight, forty-nine...

"It's just..." he feels her approach him, can see the fiery hair out of his peripheral. He could spot her from a mile away. He's always looking for her, anyway. "This...we're messed up."

Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven...

"I know." he breathes, and he dares a look at her. Dammit, she's beautiful.

"I love you." she mumbles, almost like she hopes he doesn't hear her say it. "But I love Cato too."

"I know." he says. She lays a kiss to his cheek, and then she's gone in one pop.

"I know." he says again.

Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four...