End Of The Day (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 8

I change into my pajamas before heading to Monica's room.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I'm wondering if I should be worried. Monica looks nervous.

"Well Lea, you've been a great roommate." She pauses.

"Thanks, so have you."

"Um, well...."

"Monica, please just spit it out."

"Ok, I've met someone." Again she pauses.

"That's great, Monica."

An awkward silence.

"Lea, my boyfriend wants to move in here with me, so I need you to move out."

I sit there stunned. "When?"

"Like in the next few days."

"What the hell? How am I supposed to find something that quickly. Especially in LA? Especially something I can afford?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll find something."

I don't say a word. I head to my bedroom, throwing myself on the bed.