Mystery Buyer (L.S)

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First off, I'm in no way a writer or anything and I'm writing this off the bat, totally as and when it pops into my head! It's my first story too so please be kind! Please excuse any typos or spelling mistakes! Would also love love love any feedback ♥️

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Louis had just finished his shift at the record store and was about to head home. He walked into the back room dragging his feet slightly and rummaged in his staff locker, pulling out his phone and headphones, and backpack. He puts on his headphones and selects his playlist, smiling as the sounds fill his ears and his head, then shoves his hood up and tucks his phone into his back pocket. He then pulls on his backpack and grabs his skateboard and heads out of the store, locking the door behind him.
He runs a little and drops his skateboard before jumping onto it.
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As he reaches his flat, Louis kicks up his board tucking it under his arm while entering the pincode to his flat block and shoving open the door. He walks past the elevators that are 'out of order' as usual and started his way up the stairs. He jogged slightly to speed up the three flights to his floor. As he reached the door to his flat he tucked the headphone off, keeping them around his neck grabbing his keys from the other back pocket, while noticing a notice taped to the door.
'Final notice, rent owed'
He snatched the paper from the door, screwing it up slightly before unlocking his door and going inside. Louis closed the door behind him, kicking off his shoes at the door and dropping his backpack on the floor beside them, removing his headphones but keeping his wrapped around his neck. He then plops down onto his sofa and crosses his legs beneath him then pulls his coffee table to close the gap between it and the sofa. He glances over the organised mess that is spread over the table, consisting of his sketchbook, pencils and all his other supplies. He pulls his sketch book from the mess along with a pencil. He tugged his headphones back on and continued his half way through sketch. This was his shot, he needed this to be his best art yet. He needed money, now.
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Louis had been at his sketch for around an hour longer before he stopped. He put the pencil between his teeth and held up his book to look at his finished piece. He was happy with it, but was it enough?
He grabbed his laptop, also from the table and logged into his Artsy. (no idea if this is a real thing, I just played on the word 'Etsy'!)
He scrolled through his listings, he had so many pieces, and not one sale. Did he suck? Was his art really that bad?
He took a photo of his newest piece, making it look the best he could. As professional as he could. He uploaded the photos and the listing for just £35. He scrolled through Artsy, comparing his art to other peoples. Alot of other sketchers sold their art for prices between £70-100. But he didn't feel worth that. He just needed something, anything to help. He ran his hand through his hair and leant back against the back of the sofa, pushing the coffee table backwards again with his legs. Getting up he went over to his fridge. His flat was pretty small and the kitchen area was in the same room as the living area. He opened up the fridge and glanced inside at the almost emptiness before shutting the door again. 'Toast it is' he mumbled to himself whilst grabbing the bread from his upper cupboard and shoving a piece into the toaster. He leant against the side and pulled out his phone, and removing his headphones from his head. He unplugged them from his phone and called his landlord.
His landlord answered, knowing it was Louis from the caller ID.
"Yeah, it's me, I just err.." Louis' voice hitched in his throat. ".. is there any chance.. I just need abit more time." Louis kept stuttering and pausing mid sentence. His landlord was a nice guy, but Louis was late on his rent, and it wasn't the first time. He only just broke even to pay his rent and bills, but he got paid on a six-week basis, and his rent/bills were monthly.
Louis sighed hearing his landlords reply. "Sorry mate I just can't keep it going, without your rent being on time, I can't afford to pay my own bills. And it's not a one off occasion, Mr. Tomlinson."
Louis signed, running his hand through his hair and signing. "yeah, yeah I know.. I just.. Yeah I understand... No I get it, you gotta do it. I appreciate you keeping me this long...thanks, bye."
Louis dropped his phone on the kitchen side and grabbed his toast from the toaster, which had popped up a few minutes back. He ate it dry as he was too lazy to grab the butter.
Finishing his food, Louis decided he was way too tired to shower. His emotions were getting the best of him, his anxiety brewing inside him. He went over to his laptop to check his listing, being hopeful really then shut the screen down. He then walked over to his bedroom door, turning off lights in the living area and closed the door behind him. He undressed down to his boxers and slid into the bed covers, pulling them close around his body. He breathed in and out heavily, trying to control his thoughts about the artwork listing, and possibly being kicked out. Where would he go? He has no family around, and is a loner in the friendship department. He signed and shook his head to stop the thinking and focused his mind on his ceiling. He closed his eyes shut and focused on his breathing again, drifting off to sleep.