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Chapter 40

~A/N~

This is unedited, and I'll make it prettier when I get back from school. For now you'll have to deal with my possibly messed up grammar. haha, Enjoy! xx

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I sighed as I closed the door with my foot, and carried the bags to the living room slash kitchen. When I put everything in the fridge and the cupboards, I started marching around the house, looking for Louis.

Needless to say, this hadn't been my week whatsoever. I think I spent about 80% of the time being pissed off. The other 20% I was sleeping.

And now, I return from the grocery store with four bags, and he's not there to open the door. I kept ringing the bell and knocking for about five full minutes, since the bastard locked the door for some reason, but nothing. And for the who knows which time, I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

My room and the bathroom were empty. So was Caitlyn's room. I was becoming slightly confused as I walked toward the balcony, to see if he'd gone out for some fresh air or something, when I noticed a piece of paper on the table.

I stopped in my tracks and picked it up, noticing his handwriting there.

Went to buy myself a new phone, I'll be back in half an hour.
I love you

I sat down on the nearest chair, and buried my face in my hands, feeling like I would start crying any moment now. And it would be my second time crying of the day.

Whenever something happened, and we had to part for a while, he'd always say I love you. He'd say it, mouth it, shout it, write it down, send me a text with those three words in it. Even when I left to go to the grocery store, he said it again and I just closed the door in his face.

That's what made me want to cry about the whole thing; on one side, I was so furious at him and wanted to push him down every staircase there was, and on the other side, he did all these stupid things for me. He opened the door for me, wherever we went. He made me breakfast for when I wake up. Last night I even had a warm bath waiting for me when I returned from my part-time job.

He was so frustrating, half the time I didn't know whether I wanted to punch him or kiss him. So I'd usually leave... And now this. This little fucking note. I definitely wanted to punch him for doing this to me.

I took a deep breath and stood up, turning the note around so I wouldn't look at the words anymore. I looked around my apartment, and noticed something I saw far too often when Caitlyn was there; dirty dishes, next to the sink. Oh, for God's sake.

Sighing, more frustrated than just two minutes ago, I walked over to the plates and cutlery. How hard was it for someone to wash the dishes after they eat?! Or at least put them in the damn sink. It's what it was made for.

I pressed my lips in a tight line, and started doing the washing up. It never bothered me to do housework, but the fact that it was him who left it there like that, pissed me off more than it should have.

"Babe?" I jumped when I heard a voice, coming from the hallway, but I quickly pulled myself together. I needed him to think that he couldn't get to me.

"Lorena?" Louis called again, and this time I heard footsteps, meaning that we were in the same room. For one particular reason, that made me want to throw these dishes in the sink and run away screaming. But I couldn't do that; I would be going against everything I believe in if I left the dishes like that. Heh.

"You're gonna keep ignoring me?" He asked in a casual tone, as he kissed my cheek from behind. "Okay," He muttered. By now, he'd gotten used to me not talking at him at all. It was rather funny how he'd ask me a question, and then give himself an answer.