I wish I hated you

14. The piano.

(Play the song when you see this: **)

Chanel

I push through everyone and stop moving forward once I get a good view of the piano. Louis is sitting on the bench, looking as handsome as ever, while his fingers hit the chords effortlessly making a beautiful melody come to life.

I get the feeling of deja vu as I look in front of me. Thankfully his back is facing me so he can't see me looking. The view is so beautiful, I can't seem to take my eyes off of it.

He looks calm and for the first time in a long time I can say that he looks happy. Louis isn't a happy person, I think in a way he's just like me. We both turn off our emotions and we end up looking heartless.

Even though I can't see his face, I can just imagine the small smile currently dancing on his lips. I never denied his beauty and I never will because I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't think he was absolute perfection. Only his looks though.

His personality and the way he acts is far from perfection. He's the most flawed person I've ever met, excluding myself. But there's something beautiful in his imperfection, it shows that he's human.

I tilt my head to the side slightly, observing my enemy. I wonder if we would be friends if we weren't enemies. We seem similar, in many aspects, like the way we act. We also both come from similar families, not exactly the same but close enough to understand each other.

Both our parents are crazy rich, with big houses and a child.

Suddenly, I know exactly where I heard this melody from. The night I broke into Louis's house, he was playing this exact song. My eyes widen. He's been practicing. He actually put effort into this. I remember I thought he was really bad because he kept messing up.

Why was he so mean that night? He literally threw a vase at my head. He's never that violent but I guess that night he felt like being extra mean. Not to mention how bad it hurt, I had a headache for a week after that.

As the song comes to an end, I feel my heart sink because no one is applauding him for his work. No one knows how hard he's worked to do this, except me.

I shouldn't pity him but right now, I really do. I feel bad and almost guilty. I clap my hands together without even thinking. My mind is foggy from the alcohol and I feel like I'm barely in control of my actions. Slowly but surely everyone starts to applaud. A small sad smile settles on my glossy lips.

Louis turns around slowly scanning the room full of people. His eyes meet mine. I raise a brow and he offers one of his signature smirks in return as his gaze lowered to where my hands are. I instantly stop clapping when I realize I was still doing so.

His eyes travel back up locking with my chocolate colored eyes. I try to keep my face neutral as I internally squirm under his stare. Louis takes a look at his phone and I don't move from my spot. A mix of worry and anger flashes through his eyes.

He stands up and walks confidently towards me. I frown not really understanding what he wants from me. I mean unless he wants to kill me, I don't know why he would want to interact with me. And especially here, in front of hundreds of people from all ages.

When he is close enough to me, he reaches his hand forward and grabs my hand. Louis interlocks our fingers together as he tries to lead us back to where he was, not even a minute ago.