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Entry tags: | char: dillan shepherd, char: louis weasley |
2am
WHO: Louis and Dillan
WHEN: Sunday Night (or Monday morning) around 2am
WHERE: Louis' cottage
WHAT: After Sophia asks for a break and Louis deals with this on his own, until Dillan joins him.
RATING: PG
STATUS:
Louis threw his journal away, which landed on the lower floor, in front of the door and settled in bed. Well, settling was a big word if you considered that he was in his pj, on top of his bed with a pillow enveloped in his arms. It was by no means the same than having comfort from someone else, but after a moment he still felt utterly ridiculous in his large bed.
He got up and took his wand out and after putting half the pillows in a corner, he charmed his bed smaller, more like a double bed. Not that he regretted his King Sized, but right now it was pretty much.. way too big and there was no way anyone would come over anytime soon anyway.
Going back into bed, he grabbed a pillow again and laid there for a while, thoughts simply rushing through his mind, his heart clenching. Dillan and Sophia had been together far longer than Louis had been part of them. He couldn't tell if it was why Sophia needed a break after all. Dillan had told him first that he loved him, but.. but Sophia had been there first.
Louis tried to stop himself from thinking that way. Sophia had told him many times to stop feeling guilty about leaving for Paris. But when he had come back.. He felt warm tear prickle his eyes and Louis wiped them. This was messed up and there was very little he could do, except maybe let them sort this out together. Maybe it was the problem to stat with. Maybe Sophia ended up realizing she didn't love Louis, just Dillan?
It would make sens too, though, considering he'd been gone for a year and basically hadn't really known if he still fit with them.. which kind of seemed like he did for a while. Louis gave a pained sigh. Looks like it didn't after all and now he was left feeling like this and it was a little too painful for him.
It had been but a moment. A moment of the three of them just like before except it wasn't now, was it?
He stood from his bed and made his way downstairs, in his pj pants and shirt. Opening his pantry, he took out flour, sugar, vanilla extract.. baking power and baking soda. With a sigh, he measured his ingredients and took the eggs and the butter out of the fridge. If he was going to spend a sleepless night thinking of how he had screwed up so bad that this time he might lose his friends, he should do something productive.
The cake was done in time and looked beautiful and golden. In the icebox, he picked up raspberries and started to work on a filling. Might as well, right? He wiped his eyes again, not even caring that he did look like a mess right now. Somewhere between crying and fighting it off.
By the time that 2am rang, he had made a two layer vanilla cake with raspberry filling, but it wasn't iced yet. Icing sugar, cocoa and milk would do.