I'm Here

Chapter 8: Louis's House

I looked at my surroundings. Louis’s living room was overall nicely decorated, but there were different things everywhere. Candy wrappers were scattered across the floor. A few used plates were set on the coffee table.

“You really weren’t kidding.” I stood in shock.

“I told you it was messy.” Louis defended while closing the door behind us. “So why did you want to come here again?”

I started to walk around. “I was just curious as to what it looked like.” I guess now I knew what it looked like.

“You see it.” Louis pointed around the room. “Now, what do you want to do?” He asked.

“I told you. I wanted to have a good time.” I smiled.

Louis smirked.

“But first, I just have to clean.” I said and started to pick up everything on the floor.

“Clean?”

“Mmhm.” I hummed.

I clenched all the wrappers into my hand and picked up more.

“Sophia, you don’t have to. I can take care of myself.” Louis tried assuring me.

I stopped what I was doing and stared intently at him. I stood there wide-eyed and crossed my arms. “Really?” I said gesturing the mess of the room.

“Well, yeah. I’m not dead yet.” He replied.

I grinned and rolled my eyes. I continued to pick up things. The floor was just about spotless. I walked through a door I assumed was the kitchen. I went straight for the garbage can and tossed the trash away.

The kitchen only had a few dirty dishes in the sink. At least he knew how to do that much. Since there were dishes in the living room, I figured I could clean them all at once.

I opened the door to the kitchen to get back into the living room.

“Ouch!” I heard Louis shout from the other side of the door. I heard plates fall and hitting the floor.

I immediately ran to the noise. Louis was sitting on the floor with his hand pressed to his head. Next to him were some shattered plates.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath. I knelt down in front of him. “Are you okay?” I asked.

I gingerly moved his hand away from his forehead.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Louis winced as I touch the spot he was holding.

I felt a small bump. It seemed like it was swollen and bruising already. It looked like it hurt.

“Is it that bad?” He asked.

“It doesn’t look great.” I admitted. “What were you doing with those plates?”

“I was trying to help you fix up the place because I felt bad. I also wanted to hurry up the process so we could have fun.”

Aw. The overall gesture was very sweet, but he still got hurt. I stood up and held my hand out. “Here,” I said, “let me help you up.”

He grabbed my hand and I used all my effort to get him off the floor. Eventually, he was up and we walked over to his couch. He sat down.

“Do you have ice?” I asked.

“In the freezer.” He responded.

I returned to him with a small bag of ice. I sat next to Louis on his couch and held the ice up to his head. He soon grabbed it and adjusted it to his liking.