Chapter 6

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Ember's POV

I awoke to the sound of light snoring. I lifted my eyes open to see Louis sleeping in a lounge chair across from the couch. I guess I fell asleep. Wait, why was Louis sleeping on the chair? Shouldn't he be in bed?

His head was tilted to the right and his legs meeting the floor; he looked very uncomfortable. Yet he looked so perfect. His lips open and producing snores and his hair tousled around in different directions. He truly looked like a mess. But more a of a beautiful mess. He wore the same clothes I saw him leave in last night. Even his shoes stayed on. He must be so uncomfortable.

"Louis?" I called out; my voice a little hoarse. He didn't move, I'm guessing he was a light sleeper. I tore myself from the couch and went up to him. I shoved his shoulder a little bit. "Louis?" I said again. He picked up his head and sat up abruptly. He looked at me with worn eyes.

"Oh hey." He yawns. He stands up and stretches. I just look up at him weirdly. He takes off his blazer to reveal his white button down. "Um I'll make us some breakfast." he says walking away slowly. Wow, this guy couldn't be any stranger. Why would he sleep on a chair instead of a bed? This place was so awkward. Ive never felt more uncomfortable than the past few days. Everything has gone to some-what normal: to the complete opposite.

I find my self going into the kitchen, following after Louis. I walk in to see him making oatmeal on the stove. Why does he always cook? I'm not complaining but I would be fine with just a bowl of cereal. I sit down in the spot I did yesterday on the kitchen stool. And just like that Louis places a bowl of oatmeal in front of me along with apple juice. I mumble a 'thanks' and he returns to his spot across the counter just like yesterday. It was silent for a minuet of munching on the oatmeal, until I spoke up.

"You know you don't always have to make me breakfast I'm fine with something simple."

"I know." he says "I just want to make sure you eat well- I mean, well, we eat well." he clears his throat.

"Oh." I say, in loss of words. I take another bite of my oatmeal and sip my juice. Then a question pops in my mind.

"Don't you have a job?" I ask randomly. Louis looked up at me with narrowed eyes and sighs.

"Yeah, but I got off for a week." he answers

"Why? What's your job?" I ask. I probably sound so annoying.

"I got off to take care of you and make sure for when I am gone you know what to do and stuff." he takes a sip of juice before talking more, "And I'm a bartender."

"Oh. Okay." I say. I felt a tiny bit guilty I was the reason he was off of work. But I guess he was okay with it.

We finished our breakfast and I suddenly forgot that I hadn't took a shower in forever.

"Hey Louis. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take a shower." I announce.

"Okay." he responds from his kitchen "Towels are under the sink."

I enter the bathroom and put my clothes for today on the counter top. I pull out a towel and set it on the counter as well. I started the shower then undressed. I looked at my appearance, in for what seemed like days. I had horrible bags under my eyes and my hair was a greasy mess. I still hand the bandage on my arm. How do i shower with that? I threw my clothes back on and went to find Louis. I found him on the couch in the living room watching some tv show.

"Do you have like a plastic bag to put over this." I ask motioning to the big bandage wrapped around my left wrist.

"Oh, yea of course." he says standing up and strolling his way into the kitchen, with me following behind. He opens a cabinet under his kitchen sink. He pulls out a plastic bag from a super market and faces me.

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