Madhouse

Chapter Nineteen

I got up from the bed, dragging Louis to my closet.

"Really sorry." I whispered before pushing him into the closet then closing the door, my bedroom door opened up at the same time.

"You're home early." I said, trying to glance in the mirror that was behind the door.

"Yeah, well I just wanted to check on you. Bridget will be here later." I nodded running my fingers through my hair, a habit I have when Im nervous.

"And I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Okay." He looked around my room, his gaze fell on my bed then to the floor.

"Who's shoes?" My heart pounded when I noticed Louis' shoes sitting on the floor next to my bed.

"Oh,"

"Emma. There isn't a boy in here is there?"

"What? No." I said looking down.

"Uh huh. We'll talk later. But if there is a boy in here he better watch where he leaves his shoes at." He paused, grabbing something from his pocket. "And keys." He tossed them on my bed.

"I'll be in my room for ten minutes. Get rid of him." He left the door open, I waited till I heard his door close.

"Im sorry." I said opening the closet door.

"Why are you sorry? Its my fault." He said raising an eye brow before pushing a dress out of his way so he could walk out.

"We'll talk later, but you need to leave. I handed him his keys as he slipped on his shoes. I looked down the hall at my dads door. Still closed.

"Okay come on. Wouldn't really matter if he saw you anyways." I said walking to the stairs.

"Im sorry." He said quietly.

"Its fine." What I really wanted to say was 'Im dead. Never going to be able to go out, get everything taken away. Might as well just kill me now.' But I thought that might make him feel bad.

I decided to walk him to his car, not really wanting to go back inside.

"Call me if you can?" He asked when we got to his car.

"I will." I nodded. He pressed his lips to mine, slipping his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. I sighed when he pulled away.

"I dont know when I'll be able to do that again." He said pressing his forehead against mine.

"You act like I'm going to jail." I joked.

"Your dads a cop, you might."

"I dont even know how he's going to act. Your the first boy I've ever brought home, let alone to my bedroom."

"Really?" I nodded, looking down at the ground. He pulled away.

"Well im glad I was the first." He smiled, squeezing my hand. He let go and opened the car door. I watched him drive off before turning around and walk back. Too soon, I was infront of my door. Biting my lip I opened it.

"Emma come here." My dad called from the kitchen. Yep. Im dead.

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A/N:

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