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Restroom

"....I think I might go to the restroom." I quickly responded, rushing my words and left Hazz.

I couldn't think clearly. 

First, my boyfriend died just a week ago because of me having a stupid disease. Second is that, there's another Louis who has my Louis' phone number. And third, me and Harry drove all the way to New York just to wake up laying on the bed of my boyfriend's sort-of-an-impostor. 

I'm pretty sure this person, Louis Gabriel Tomlinson that Hazz just mentioned early, only has Lou's cellphone or something. It's just impossible to be him, I've seen his grave. 

Does he have a twin? He never mentioned me about that so I doubt it..

I breathed in heavily and searched for the nearest restroom because damn, this house is so big. As I walked through the hallway, I turned the doorknob and unknowingly—

Oh my god. Holy mother of potatoes,

...someone's inside! 

"Holy shit! sorry, but I'm having a wee!! Damn, this is... Hahahaha," the voice echoed through the restroom seeing that the guy lifted his pants.

Um, obviously? I could've seen your balls, mister. That's what I wanna say but,

"Sorry! I didn't mean to. The door was unlocked. I'm really really so sorry. I just went out of the room and um I really don—" I was stuttering as I was standing in front of the restroom door.  Damn, why am I so nervous? 

"Shush. It's okay, pumpkin." Pumpkin? Is that how you call people you don't know? He responded, maybe he actually felt how nervous I was while explaining myself for the embarrassing incident. 

"I have a name." 

"Mhmm? Didn't say you didn't have one." he chuckled. Couldn't this get any more embarrassing?

"I just said I have a name, Mr. guy-who-doesn't-close-the-door-when-he's-having-a-wee."

Soon as the words left my mouth, the guy from the restroom went outside and,

"It's Louis, actually. My name is Louis." 

What the fuck.

Keep it together, Elora. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Damn, WHY CAN'T I MOVE!

He was grinning when he stepped outside, it was him. It was Louis. His eyes, his hair, just him. If this was a staring game— I'd win. I can't contain myself from tearing up again.

Oh god, no.  Don't cry, El.

"..hey, you okay?" He said, grabbing my arms gently but I flinched. 

I tried to say "yeah" but it only came out like a murmured whisper.

"Hey.. hey, it's okay. Do you need medicine?" He insisted. I wasn't moving, I'm nearly crying again. I wish Harry would just pop up here and save me. But he didn't.

"Lydia!!! Could you please come up here?" he called out.

"May I take you to your room? Why are you like this? I don't even know why you're here." He said, trying to move me towards the room he let us sleep in. "You walked into the mansion and collapse right in front of my maid then now you're actua—"

"It's because of you." I uttered. Then stopped walking.

"What?" 

"We drove here because of you."