A young man sat grumpily on the window pane looking through the glass as people passed by. He smiled when he saw his sister twirling around with a rose on her hair. She was really excited to go to the party which he dreaded to go to. His figure slouched as he heard a loud tapping noise by the doorway. He turned around and was met by a pair of blue eyes, his mother’s, staring accusingly at him.
“Why are you still sitting there?" She asked. “Up now, Lottie is already waiting outside"
“But why do I have to go?" the young man replied crossing his arms like a grumpy child. “Its not like they’ll notice if I’m not there"
His mother pulled him to his feet. “Louis, please be a dear and stop acting like a child for once" she said brushing the dirt off Louis’ shirt. Louis stuck out his tongue and his mother rolled her eyes at him, hard enough that Louis swore it made a noise.
He never really liked going to parties, he was never a party person. He hated how posh people were there just to babble about their riches, their clothes, the countries they travelled and everything worth babbling about. He just loathed their lifestyle.
“Why are you not wearing your bowtie?" his mother asked snapping Louis out of his daze.
“Im against them" he replied. “They are too tight and I cant breathe with them on"
“But that is proper attire, young man" his mother answered him, looking inside a drawer for a bow tie.
“And if it was said that a proper attire is to wear pigeons as shoes, will you wear them?" Louis asked raising his eyebrows at his mother. He just recieved an annoyed glare.
“Well, pigeons are like bow ties to me"
“Please, Lou, I dont have time for that, act like your age"
Louis looked out of the window again. “Well, dad would have thought it was funny". He turned around to look at his mother, hurt and sorrow etched on her face. Louis instantly regretted what he just said.
Louis wrapped his arms around his mother and uttered an apology. "…Mmmsorry". His mother pecked him on the cheeks signalling forgiveness.
He let his mother put his bow tie on, constantly faking to cough so she will take it off but she didnt. Louis lossened it when his mother was not looking.
“There, you look rather dashing" she said eyeing Louis. “Now, all you need to do is to smile".
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By the time the Tomlinsons arrived, the party had already started. They were 2 hours late, thanks to a young man who constantly nagged his mother that he wanted to go home. People were everywhere, talking with each other, drinking wine, sitting on the grass and playing croquet on the lawn. Everyone who was a “someone" was there.
Louis’ mother dragged him and his sister to where Lord and Lady Sheeran stood eyeing the guests. They had held the party, a congratulations to Lord Sheeran who just won an election in their little town. Lord Sheeran was a well known politician whilst Lady Sheeran…well, she was just his wife.
“For goodness sake, I thought you’d never come" Lady Sheeran said when she saw the Tomlinsons. She shot an annoyed glare at Louis’ mother. “I do not tolerate tardiness dear, you are already 2 hours late"
“Sorry,we just …"Louis’ mother said but was cut off by Lady Sheeran.
“Never mind it" she said. “Louis, Lottie, dears, Ed has been waiting for you" She pushed the two away. “Off you go now."
