Desirable

~66. Holiday

A couple days later, Louis was stood in Tommy's en suite bathroom. It was a large room that had marble walls and floors, with a matching counter top and sink. The shower was a wide walk-in one, almost as big as a whole new room. The wall behind the sink was an entire mirror. 

He had just had a shower and was now getting dressed. After a long night in the studio, he preferred to stay the night on Tommy's sofa. Arisa had taken up the space in the spare bedroom, which he didn't mind. 

Louis pulls the zip of his jeans up and before he puts his shirt on, he picks up the towel to dry his dreads. As he rubs it against the back of his head, he hears the door beside him open. His head whips to the door with surprise. 

Stood in the doorway with wide eyes, was Arisa. 

She wore a white vest top and pyjama shorts, her brown hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. She smiles at the topless man in front of her. 

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here." 

Louis looks into the mirror again and shakes his head against his hand, testing if his hair was drying.

"It's okay, I'm almost done anyway." 

Her eyes focus on his bare torso, they narrow at the sight of his muscular physique. As he turns to put the towel away on the drying rack, she catches sight of a fainted slash along his stomach. It was healed but the wound had left a dent where the damage once was. She steps forward, reaching a hand out to touch the scarred skin. Louis unexpectedly flinches at her touch, looking down at her.

Arisa tilts her head upward, meeting his confused eyes. 

"How did this happen?" she asks quietly, running a finger along the scar. 

Louis looks ahead at himself in the mirror, twisting slightly so he could see it better. 

It was a scar left from Mason, from the night he was stranded on the side of the road. The tall man cringes at the memory. 

Ever since his last conversation with Bruiser, his mind had been swamped with thoughts of Mason. He didn't know what it meant, if Dean knew Mason. There were a lot of questions unanswered: did they know each other? Were they still in contact? Would Dean tell Mason about Louis being in London? Did Tommy know him too? 

They had kept the discussion between themselves, they didn't want to make a bigger deal out of it than it was. They didn't have any facts yet, they only knew that it was possible for Dean to know Mason - nothing had been proven. 

Louis touches the scar with his fingertips, making Arisa remove her hand. 

"It's from a guy I knew a few years ago," he answered with his voice calm.

"What happened?" she looks at the wound again, her thin eyebrows tightened. 

Louis looks at her in the mirror and takes a deep breath. 

"He was trying to take away someone I love.. and wasn't happy when he couldn't do it," he chuckles lightly. 

Arisa's wide eyes go back up to meet his, his head now turned to look at her properly. She read his face with ease, glancing at his lips for a second. 

"Clementine," she states with a quiet voice, her accent standing out. 

Louis steadily nods, pursing his lips shut. He didn't like talking about it, it only reminded him of how far away she was. 

She takes a single step back from him.

"You are stupid."

He frowns in response to the statement, turning to face her entirely now.