DAYUM, THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY BAD. But I hope you guys like this chapter even though it's horrifyingly awful, but ya know. Idk where my mind was when I wrote it. Reviews are love xx

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Moonlight trickled in from the open window, the afterthoughts of a rain storm light tapping on the dewy glass.

Lynn laid awake in her bed, Louis' arm wrapped around her bare waist. The sheets stuck to her skin like a wet towel; which was the result of the sex her and her Irish love had finished ten minutes ago.

So far, Ireland had been a dream to the blonde beauty. She indulged herself in a job in a bakery a couple of minutes away, spent most of her weekends with Louis and his family, and was happier than she had ever been.

But there were these moments, short and sweet, where she yearned to be back in Glade City with Minho, her twin brother, Sonya, Thomas, and...she'd give everything in Ireland just to be back there. She kept telling herself that she was better off here with Louis, but it was just that one damn feeling. It only came from time to time, so it wasn't anything to worry about, surely.

Lynn turned to face Louis, running a hand through his bleach blonde hair. Tracing her finger down his stubbly cheek, his electric blue eyes opened to meet her amber orbs; a gentle smile across his lips.

Louis took Lynn's hand from his cheek to lay a soft kiss on her knuckles. A blush reddened Lynn's freckled face as Louis then placed a kiss on her wrist, the crook of her elbow, her shoulder, her neck; slowly working his way up to her swollen, rosy, perfect lips, laying a passionate kiss upon them.

"I didn't know you were still awake, darlin'." He murmured, nuzzling his head into her neck, his read resting on her breasts. "Can't sleep?"

Lynn hummed in response, playing with the ends of her lover's hair. "I've just been up thinking."

A muted chuckle came from his lips, "Sounds like you."

"Hmm."

The silence took over the nighttime air once more. Louis traced patterns on the sheet that covered Lynn's stomach and torso, tickling her skin lightly.

"What were you thinkin' about, darlin?" Louis inquired after a few minutes slipped by. "Anything troubling you?"

Clicking her tongue, Lynn sighed, knowing Louis will possibly not like the answer she was going to give him. "It's just…it's Minho, I've been thinking about him over the past month or two."

"Why's that?" Facing Lynn, his brow furrowed, he sat up. "Have you been talking to him behind my back Lynn? Is something going on between you two again?"

Lynn shook her head, sitting up as well. "No, no, no, baby, it's not like that. You know what, nevermind, forget I even said anything."

"No, I need to know why you're still thinking about him, Lynn. Is something wrong? Huh? What the hell is it?"

"Louis, just listen to me."

He kept babbling on, shutting out her succulent British accent that he was so fond of. "Do you still love him? Is it me? Did I do something? You wanna move back? You-"

"I think I made the wrong choice!" Lynn shouted, finally getting his attention. "I think I should've stayed and faced my problems instead of running off with you, I'm not even divorced from him…"

Silence settled between the two once more, Lynn clutching tightly onto the sheet that covered her modesty. Louis threw his side of the sheets over and put his boxers back on, pacing back and forth in front of the bed.

"Louis…"

"Don't, Lynn. Not another word." He raked his hands through his hair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't believe, that after three years, I thought you had gotten over him. He didn't even treat you right, darlin'! That bastard knocked up your best friend's wife and didn't tell you about it! How could you still love him?"

Lynn opened and closed her mouth, trying to find the words to say.

"I want you out, Lynn. Tonight. I can't love you, and hold you knowing that you still got him in the back of your mind. I just can't."

Throwing Louis a dirty look, she grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of panties from the floor, threw them on, and headed to her closet to gather her stuff, bumping Louis' shoulder as she passed.

She had all her things together in a matter of twenty seconds. With a pair of shorts on instead of just her underwear, Lynn swung open the door to storm out to her car. But she stopped in her tracks, spun around, and looked Louis straight in the eye as he stood at the foot of the stairs.

Flipping him the bird, she spun back around and into the night air, a true smile spreading across her cheeks for once in three years. No more Louis, no more Ireland.

It was time to go home.

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