My mistake (l.t.)

15.

I woke up unwillingly to the orders of my alarm. I could barely sleep last night trying to wrap my head around everything.

I knew that Louis would probably want to meet or do something today and as much as I want answers from him, I honestly don't think I could look at him without getting angry or crying. I still couldn't believe that Louis could such the opposite of the sweet guy I thought he was.

After sitting on my bed for a while and contemplating on the topic of work I finally decided to call in sick and spend the day in. I needed a break anyways,i haven't tooken a break in too long of a time.

I grabbed my phone off my nightstand, almost knocking over my lamp in the process, and called my boss to let him know that I wouldn't

becoming in. After listening to him ramble on about how he hopes I get better and everyone at the institute will miss me, I finally was able to pull away and hang up. Being one of the highest selling painters in his company, Mr. Tamble always gives me tons of leniency which I always found annoying but today it worked in my favor.

I got up and firstly hopped in the shower. The warm pour of water relaxed my muscles but did nothing to the million of thoughts pounding in my head. It kept me up last night, trying to configure in my mind if Louis was as really much of a bad guy as those stories made him? Thoughts began to swarm back into my mind. No I ordered my brain, no Louis thoughts today. I have wasted the last week going on and off with my feeling for him, I can't keep up. One day he's sweet and the next I'm hearing stories about him being a douchy player and leaving a girl to rot,or worse.

I honestly feel like I've been played, like I... wait no. No Louis today. I'm going to go and relax, watch TV, eat all I can and not care about my problems.

As the water began to turn slightly colder and soon cold altogether it finally clicked in my brain to get out. I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my body and one around my head. A sweet scent from downstairs filled my senses, crap I had almost forgotten Katlynne was still on medical leave. I was kind of hoping to have the house alone to sulk but I imagine she's not going to bug me too much after I came to her crying last night when I hung up on the bartender guy. I sat on the edge of her bed bawling my eyes out while telling her about the horrible things Louis had done.

"You're not going to work today?" Katlynne asked with a sympathetic expression on her face, a baking sheet with pastries on it in one hand and the other in a sling. My mouth began to watered as she moved them onto the counter top.

"No, I just don't think it'll be a good idea." I shrugged while picking up a pastry. I inhaled the first one before reaching for a second.

"Good,huh?" she smirked and I shoved the buttery deliciousness in my mouth to answer her question.

"How's your arm?" I asked her.

"Better, I'm hoping on going back to work soon, I assume that place is a disaster without me," she swiped my hand away as I tried to reach for a four pastry. "God breath first," she huffed and moved the pan to the other side of the counter. To piss her off I switched sides of where I was standing and grabbed another pastry. To my pleasure she gave me a death glare and pushed me out the kitchen, ordering me to get dressed before I flash someone.

I searched through my closest and picked out a pair if sweatpants and a comfortable white tee, not caring that my red bra showed through, I wasn't going anywhere today so screw it. as I reached the end of the stairs I saw Katlynne on the coach, having a heated conversation with someone on the phone. She began cursing at ten which surprised me because she never curses but she was throwing them around. She continued to argue until she caught my eye and quietly told the person to 'fuck off' and hung up. She struggled getting up but she eventually did, walked over to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.