Broken Promises

Chapter 22

Louis POV

"You are extremely annoying", I said to Liam, "you're obviously cheating".

"Stop whining", he pushed the controller out of my hand, "you're just mad because you're losing".

"I am not losing, I'm just..giving you a head start".

"A 10-point head start? Wow, Louis. You are a saint".

I rolled my eyes, and took his controller.

"Then, get out".

Liam smirked and shook his head.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not allowed to beat me in my own domain. That's like guy code rule #1".

"Really?", he asked, "well I must've missed that meeting".

"I think you did. Sucks to be you".

He laughed and pushed me.

"Shut up, and stop being a sore loser".

I gave him his controller back and smacked him in the head.

"You know I hate losing FIFA. This is my game".

"I know. You'd think you'd be better at it".

Liam was good with the trash talk, mostly because he was the only one of the boys that could beat me. And, he knew that I hated when I lost.

"Are you two still playing?"

Harry jumped into my cushions before plopping down on my couch.

"Wow, Harry. I know Anne taught you better than to jump in people's furniture".

"She did", he said, "but, is she here? No? Didn't think so".

He laughed and put his feet on my coffee table.

"Pig", I said under my breath.

Zayn and Niall were in the back going through my stuff. A friend of ours was having a yard sale for charity, and we offered to give him whatever we could. Well, I had a bunch of crap that I never actually used, so I'm sure he would be plenty satisfied.

"What do you want us to take to Josh?", Niall asked.

"Whatever you can find in there", I said, not paying much attention since Liam and I had started a new game.

"Anything?", Zayn asked.

"Within reason".

I'm sure they were probably going to ignore that and take whatever they wanted.

"What about this?"

I turned around to see Zayn holding a picture frame with the back facing me.

"A picture frame? Yeah, sure".

"No, Lou. Look at what's in it".

"Give me a second. I'm winning".

Liam turned around to see what they were talking about, then paused the game.

"What? What is so impor-?"

I turned around to see the two faces in the picture frame. It was a picture of Mikayla and me on the day that we met. Ana had taken it when we got back to Mikayla's apartment without us knowing. I was leaning over a very drunk Mikayla who I had just laid a blanket over. Even though I scolded Ana later for taking the picture, I actually grew to like it, and it became one of my favorites. It brought back so many memories. I still remember that night that Mikayla and I met...and Ana, I guess.