The Space Between Us | L.S

Parasite

"What the bloody fuck Louis!" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Moments before Louis left the heated conversation in a rush, and ushered me forcefully to the room we were staying in. He flopped himself down on the bed, and it made a slight squeaky noise.

"Not now, Wen."

"No now." I said, raising my voice a bit but still keeping my volume at a hushed whisper. The last thing I needed was his family to hear me scolding Louis. "Your mother's life celebration?"

I flopped myself on the bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. I was inches away from him and when I felt his hand go to stroke over my arm, I pulled it away.

He dragged the hand over his eyes, grunting "It's all alright, okay? I've got in handled."

"You have it handled? Why didn't you say anything?" I began to hyperventilate slightly. I turned on my side so I was facing Louis' body. "I look like an idiot, an intrusive, insensitive idiot who storms into family events." My skull that was cradled in my hand, fell down and slapped against the bed. My head slightly bouncing against the duvet.

"You do not." He let out a soft, quick laugh. I felt him repositioning himself, before his hand stroked the back of my head softly. I tried to calm my overthinking as I focused on some of my locks falling between his fingers. Yet, this couldn't help.

"I do!" I said, my words muffled by the thick comforter my mouth was flat on. "they probably think I forced you to bring me."

"They do not Wen, I promise if anything I look like the idiot."

I raised my head, flopping my body so I was looking directly at him, "but you're allowed to look like an idiot. You're family, I'm just some random girl. Oh my god, they think I'm one of those needy girlfriend —" my rambling was cut off by Louis firm hand over my mouth.

"Stop." He leaned over me, silencing me with his eyes. "They're the ones who look like idiots making a big deal out of nothing. You're my girlfriend, of course I'm going to bring you for emotional support."

There's that word again, girlfriend. So, it wasn't a slip of the tongue. Louis assumed we were back together. Were we? I mean I was at his family's most valuable event of the fucking year. Yet, this was not the time to bring it up.

"Am I your girlfriend?" I blurt my fingers itching my arm. 

"What else would you be?" A confused smile ghosted his lips. 

"I'm not sure we never talked about what we were." I said, studying his face, "I just figured we were...casual."

"Oh." His eyes widening a bit. Mine mirrored. Did we not discuss the easiness I desperately craved when we first reconciled. Was there a quota of shags two people could have before they were forced to put an official title on their relationship? 

Sensing his uneasiness from my prolonged paused I clarified, "I just mean cause last time we spoke we said we were friends with benefits." 

Did I want to be just friends with benefits now? I mean I hadn't put too much thought into it. All I knew is that I liked where we were right now. I missed being Louis' girlfriend but that takes me back to all of our complications, heartache, and conflicts. 

But it also took me back to his sweetness, late nights curled in each other's arms and introducing him to my family.

Shit, we are back to dating. 

"I guess we did." He laid his body back down, staring at the wall. "I'll just go down there and correct my earlier statement, you're just my fuck friend."