"No, no. No talking little bug, this is the part where you listen" he cuts me off before I can finish. I'm disappointed in myself for complying to his orders. I told myself when I left him that I wouldn't let him control me like this anymore. But he...
I roll myself over in bed to glance at the clock to see it's 1:30am. Who the hell is banging on my door at 1:30 in the morning?
I rub the knuckle of my index finger into my right eye to try and wake myself up a little more.
Bang bang bang bang
"Alright, alright already" I call out to my unknown visitor. Soon as I get to the door and unhitch the lock, pulling it open, I'm starting to see a very drunk Louis standing in front of me.
"Louis what the fuck? It's 130 in the morning" I say with croaky voice.
He laughs at me taking another mouthful of the whiskey bottle he was holding his hand. "You can talk, how many times we rocked up to my house at this hour? I'm just returning the favour."
I let out a frustrated exasperation and open the door further, stepping aside letting him in.
He stumbled into my apartment, finding himself a seat on the couch in the lounge room, kicking his feet up onto my coffee table, knocking over the empty coffee cup I had from before I went to bed. Watching it smash on the floor, but expression Louis's face didn't change at all.
He keeps his gaze on me, almost dumbfounded, like he's disappointed in me, staring up at me through the creases of his eyebrows. I make my way around the couch and sit on the one opposite him. The coffee table separating us. I watch him as he takes numerous amounts of mouthfuls of the alcohol. The bottle was almost empty, I wonder if it was full when he began?
"How can I help you Louis?" I asked annoyed tone. The nerve he had showing up here after everything he did. And yes I understand irony in that comment.
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He chuckles loudly, holding his whiskey bottle to the sky like he was saluting someone, "how can you help me Mr Harry styles. That is the age old question isn't it. What can the Harry styles do for Louis Tomlinson?"
I don't answer him. I can see he's too drunk and too aggravated to deal with any of my sly comments right now. At this moment, he needs me to be quiet. He's obviously got a lot on his mind and he needs to get it out.
"Do you want to know something?" He asked me the small grin on his face what the answer was somehow amusing to him.
"What's that Louis?"
"You don't even love me. Two years of my life I have spent dealing with your shit, complying to your rules. And I told myself I did it all because I loved you. Which is true, I do. I love you more than I should have and more than you deserve. But I never realised how ridiculous I was, the person that I loved, never love me back."
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