The Maid

Chapter 3

 I woke up still in Louis’s arms. I groaned. He is going to have a killer hangover, and I, was going to be the one who had to take care of him. I tried to get out his iron grip, but just ended up waking him up.

“Ew,” He rudely stated before shoving me off the bed.

 I groaned. “Well that hurt.” I stood up.

“Why were you, the nasty maid, sleeping next to me?.. And why do I have such a headache?” He asked disgusted.

 Well, that hurt even more. I guess I’m just the nasty maid. I went downstairs and grabbed him an Advil and some water for his headache. I walked back upstairs and told him to take it. He did as I commanded.

“Well, the reason the nasty maid was next to you was because you came home drunk last night, and forced me to stay with you. As in forced, I mean, wouldn’t let me out of your grip. Being drunk leads me to your next question, you have a hangover,” I replied. “Just get some rest and call me if you need anything.”

 I went up to my room and changed into some regular clothes. I started to clean the house. It wasn’t too dirty, so I finished in about two hours. I then went to check on Louis and he wasn’t in his room.

“Louis,” I called out.

“In the family room,” He called back.

 I walked downstairs to see him lying on the couch wrapped up in blankets.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He replied.

 I went into the pantry and got out Kraft macaroni. Don’t judge, I didn’t feel like cooking Strike that, I didn’t feel like doing anything at all. I made the macaroni and gave it to Louis. I got a bowl for myself and ate it in the kitchen. Once I finished eating I put my bowl away. I got two water bottles and handed one to Louis. I then silently walked upstairs. Tomorrow will be a week since my mom died. Thankfully I had the day off, I was going to go visit my mom’s grave and then go shopping for a little bit. I went upstairs and had a quick nap until I had to cook dinner. I woke up and went downstairs to make a simple dinner of chicken salad sandwiches. I sat two plates with the food at the table. I went back into the kitchen to get drinks and saw Louis looking in the fridge. He pulled out two beers and gestured one toward me.

“Want one?” He asked.

“No, I don’t drink,” I responded simply.

“Wow, don’t have much fun do we,” He laughed in a mean way. “I’d hate to be in a relationship with you, you probably wouldn’t let the boy do anything. Oh wait, you’d never get a boyfriend,” Louis added.

 I couldn’t take this. I stood up from the table and put my food in the trash and plate in the sink. I grabbed a hold of my necklace and thought of my mom. I had to do this, for her. I washed my plate and put it away. I then went to the family room and sat down on the couch.

“Hey, ugly, my band is coming over soon so you have to meet them, but after you do, you have to go up to your room,” Louis spat at me.

“Okay, and by the way, “ugly” has a name,” I replied slightly annoyed.

 As he was about to say something there was a knock at the door. He went to the door and opened it. Four boys walked in the house.

“This is my maid, Fall,” Louis motioned to me.

 I waved and greeted each boy with a handshake. I then retreated to my room and put on a pair of pajamas. I then realized that I forgot my phone downstairs. Damn. Now I need to go downstairs to get it. I tiptoed downstairs and into the kitchen to where I left my phone. I walked back to the stairs. Just as I thought I could get up to the attic without being noticed, I tripped up the stairs and made a loud thump. Crap. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I stood up and turned around to see Louis standing there.

“Sorry, I needed my phone,” I replied waving my phone in the air.

“Weeeeelll then,” He smirked. He snatched my phone from me and ran to the family room.

 He started to go through my pictures. My mom always insisted on taking pictures of me, one day, she wanted to make a scrapbook full of pictures of me for her to keep. Sadly she didn’t get to make that scrapbook, but know I will make it for her.

(Some pictures just for reference)

“Louis, give it back,” I demanded.

“Ummm, no,” He replied.

 I snatched my phone from him and ran to the attic. I got in and sat on my bed naturally. I put my phone under my bed and acted natural as Louis walked in.

“Goodnight,” I said lying in bed.

“Psh, whatever, be glad you have the day off tomorrow,” He stated before walking out and turning off the lights. I sighed and grabbed my phone and put it on my dresser.