the girls of the boys

lou and i..we dont wanna be like them

I crinkled my eyebrows and went in search of Louis. I found his sitting on the couch having a riveting conversation with someone I didn't recognize. He must have seen me walk up because he opened his arms to me while replying to whoever the other guy was. I sat down and watched the people bustle about and trip over things. About five minutes late Louis must have wrapped up the conversation because I felt his face on my shoulder. I turned my neck slightly to see him.

"What's up?" He said smiling looking at me intently.

"Dunno, just wondering when we're gonna go," I said stretching my neck out to kiss his nose. He scrunched up his face and smiled a little boy smile. Pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time I saw there was a new message notification, I couldn't see who it was or what it said but it obviously upset Louis because he quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket and pushed me off his lap.

"Let's go now," he said abruptly.

"Uh, okay" I said waving to Kirsten and Harry who smiled and waved back.

It was a silent drive back home and I looked at Louis a few times wondering if he would say something but it was all silence. We pulled into his flat around three and he briskly got out and walked inside leaving me in the car wondering what exactly was happening. I opened the door and Louis was no where to be seen. I walked to his room where his room was open ajar and strained my eyes in the pitch black darkness.

"Louis?" I asked into the dark.

"You can have the bed." He replied, and that was all he said.

"Louis, why are you shutting me out?" I asked into the darkness, pulling the soft blanket highed on me.

"Because, you don't need to be bothered by this . . ." his voice fading out into the pitch black, I could almost feel him closing his eyes in frustration towards me.

"Louis, what is this? You know I stand by you, no matter what, through whatever, why won't you trust me this time?"

"Because it's Eleanor this time, that's why." Louis hissed acidly, "just go to bed, goodnight."

My heart had leapt into my throat, Eleanor? What could that girl possibly want. My hands had gone cold but my face and cheeks were burning. I threw off the comforter I had just gotten comfy in and laid there motionless. After about ten minutes I heard Louis' steady breathing and I knew he was asleep. I rolled over to the far left side of his bed and silently let my feet touch the wool shag rug. I dug my toes in glancing over my shoulder to make sure Louis was still sleeping soundly, which he was. I let my weight onto my feet and began to tiptoe. I walked with great grace and silence, once I had passed the door to his room I decided to just walk quietly. I padded into the kitchen deftly navigating around the island and finding the cups. As quickly as possible, I opened the fridge, being blinded by the light illuminating the whole kitchen. I blindly grabbed for the water pitcher hitting an assortment of items with my hand as I went in to grab it. I pulled it out and set it on the island pouring myself a glass of water but missing the rim at first spilling it onto the floor and getting my feet wet.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. The kitchen overhead light suddenly turned on and I glanced up to see Louis standing there by the light switch in his plaid flannel pajama bottoms rubbing his eyes at the light and crossing his arms over his chest, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sarah, what are you doing," was all he said. Smiling he walked over to me and offered me a hand. As I stood up he grabbed a towel that had been hanging on the microwave door and dropped it to the spill.

"Come," he said taking my hand and leading me into the living room. Outside his large bay windows I could see lights, far off in the distance shining all different colors lining the city. Louis sat down on the couch facing the window and offered me the spot next to him. He laid a pillow on his lap and gently guided me to lay my head there. Grabbing the blanket that usually draped over the couch he laid it on me and stroked my hair.I turned my head so I could look up at him.

"What about Eleanor?" I asked blinking a few times and staring up at his nostrils and chin stubble.

"Not tonight baby, tomorrow," he said leaning down and kissing my forehead before resuming his calming motion of playing with my hair. I stared off at the lights and slowly drifted to sleep to Louis softly humming and finger-combing my hair.