oxymoron.

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Mean: Taylor Swift

Elise's POV

Louis and I had just woken up before at around three o'clock in the afternoon. I was still slightly jet lagged from my flight, but I didn't mind.

I was kind of nervous to return to Louis' grandmother's house. What if she didn't like me? I knew Louis and his grandmother were very close, she knew what was best for him. What if that wasn't me? And I knew his father was most likely going to be there, which put me on more of an edge.

When the driver pulled up there was a mess of broken glass. I cautiously got out of the taxi with Louis. It looked like someone smashed bottles or something. It was very strange considering I was there earlier today and it wasn't there.

"Louis what happened?" I asked as I dodged glass shards to get my suitcase, "Who would have done such a thing?"

"They were probably angry and didn't have anything better to do," Louis whispered as he paid the driver, could he have done this? No, he wouldn't do that to his grandmother.

"I'll clean it up, it's the least I could do for her letting me stay here." I said as I took my suitcases from the back of the taxi.

"Elise, you don't have too, it's no big deal," Louis said as he walked over to me. Glass crunched under his sneakers.

"No, it's okay, really, I insist," I said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I smiled as an all too familiar blush washed over my face.

"Alright, I'll help you, let me go get a broom and bring your suitcase inside, you stay right here." Louis said smiling as he took my suitcase and maneuvered through the sea of glass. I missed his arms around me.

After a few minutes he came back with brooms and a garbage bag. We began cleaning up the glass. All I could hear was the ringing sound of silence. Not a tree moved, not a bird sang, we didn't even breathe much. That's when I knew, it was unlike Louis to be silent for too long.

"Louis, what happened?" I said, he just stared at the glass.

"I just got mad and had some bottles I need to get rid of. Crap," He grasped his hand, it was cut. It was bleeding, which is the norm for cuts if you didn't know that.

"Are you okay? Do you have a band aid or something in the house?" I asked.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you where." He said leading me up the fifty million year long driveway and into the house. No one was in the front rooms, so Louis brought me into the bathroom, "It's in the cabinet, it's not so bad, just a scratch."

I assure you, it was much more than a scratch, I pulled the first aid kit out of the cabinet and put a little of the alcohol on his cut and he screamed. It was kind of funny considering two seconds ago he was talking about how it was a scratch. Then he started laughing, "I was kidding you know," Louis blushed.

"Louis?" We heard as an old woman, assumably Louis' grandmother, appeared in the doorway. She had a weathered face framed with silky grey hair and worn blue eyes. They were almost as piecring as Louis'. She wore a kind expression which was comforting. She was confined to a wheelchair, "Oh, you must be Elise, I do hope you will be staying with us? I am Audrey by the way, but you can call me Gran, everyone does. " She said as she extended her hand to me.