Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Twelve

Twelve.

Louis’s POV

After a minute of pacing the downstairs floor, my anger overcomes me and I stomp back upstairs to the previous room. I give one knock to the hard wood before twisting the handle and barging in. Addie is lying down with her arms covering her eyes in an ‘X’ shape.

“Come in” She says sarcastically.

I slam the door behind me and stare down at her until she sits up. Her hair is still a mess but the wet spot on her dress is almost gone.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“Where is he? Huh?” I pace around the room and fling open the attached bathroom’s door. No sign of the bastard who fucked her. My eyes dart to the open window and I stride over to it. “Did he climb out the fucking window?” I raise my voice.

“What are you talking about?” Addie rubs her eyes.

“The asshole who fucked you!” I scream.

“Nobody fucked me!” She yells right back. I wasn’t expecting a fight from her.

“Then what’s this?” I come over to her on the bed and point at her dress.

“What? My dress?” Addie pulls her shoulder strap back up and tugs down her dress.

“Yes your dress! If some dude saw that on you who knows what he will do!”

I run my fingers through my hair and pace the room again. This whole fucking house smells like beer and vodka and it’s starting to make me sick.

“Nobody touched be tonight!” Addie stands up.

“It sure doesn’t look like that!” I step closer to her.

“Why do you care? I wasn’t making a big deal out of it when you were about to do that blonde girl!” Addie tries to push me away but I stand my ground.

“Don’t talk to me like that” I growl. I try to avoid answering her question because honestly I do not have an answer. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions but my blood it still boiling for some reason. Who let her come to this party? She should be lying in bed watching stupid romantic comedies like she always does and not be at this stupid fucking party.

“When did you become so rude?” Addie huffs and turns away.

“What are you doing at this party?” I lower my voice but don’t decrease the intensity.

“Morgan invited me. What are you doing here?” Addie pokes my chest.

“Luke invited me.”

“Why do you care, though?” Addie asks again.

“Because I like you” I sigh.

“If you liked me then why did you almost have sex with that girl?” Addie sits down on the bed again and I sit next to her.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re so confusing, Louis”

“I know.”

Addie tries to pat down her unruly hair but soon gives up when it won’t recede. I tuck her dark brown hair behind her ear and she fiddles with her hands in her lap and crosses her legs. I poke her cheek but she doesn’t look up at me, obviously still mad because of my overreaction.

“I’m sorry” I say. Addie continues to ignore me.

Addie turns from me and crosses her arms and I grin at how mad she’s trying to be, but isn’t succeeding.