A/N: This chapter is for my friend Zoë cause she kept pushing me to write another chapter. Dear Zoë: YOU'RE PUTTING SO MUCH PRESSURE ON ME, I HAVE TO WRITE FOR YOU AND I HAVE TO READ FOR ANNA (also a friend) BUT I CAN'T DO THOSE THINGS AT THE SAME TIME DAMN but hey, I love you, enjoy your chapter ;) xx
"In what kind of house do you live?" I ask, breaking the awkward silence there was the past few minutes. "Nothing special, I live in a detached house. It's kinda like yours but a little smaller" Louis answers shy. He really needs to stop trying to make me think he's shy because of me. "Oh" I answer. Great, another amazing and creative answer from the totally not boring me. Note the sarcasm. Really, can't I think about something else than oh?
The rest of the drive we spend in an equally awkward silence as before, and I know nothing great to say, so I think about some nice things to say to him when we arrive.
"Here we are" Louis says. I was so lost in my own toughts that I didn't notice we were already at his house. My mouth drops as I look at the house Louis stops the car for. It's small, like he already said, but it's the most beautiful house I have ever seen! "It's... It's beautiful!" I gasp.
The walls are made from white bricks and there are amazingly big windows almost everywhere. The house has one floor and a smal attick. The roof is made of big, dark red tiles and the small garden around the house is full of daisies and daffodils. It seems like it comes straight from a fairy tale.
"Thank you. I used to live here with my mom. When we first moved in here it was a real havoc, but my mom and I have redone it" He says. "Well, you twovdid an amazing job! Where is she now?" I ask. He looks sad and hurt when looks up to the sky and says: "Up there. She died two years ago" Well, I didn't saw that coming. I feel so sorry for him, it looks like he loved her alot. Really alot. I feel the urge to hug him and comfort him, but instead I stutter: "I... I am so sorry! She seemed like a lovely woman" "She was. She was..." "And... Your dad?" I ask cautiously. "My dad?" He laughs. "My dad's a dick. He's the biggest asshole I know. Siriously." "Oh" I reply. Another creative answer... I want to ask more about his dick, sorry, I mean dad, but it doesn't looks like he wants to talk about it, so I stay silent for a while. "However", he says, breaking the silence, "Want to come in?" "Yes please!" I say as we walk to the door.
The inside of the house surprises me: It's not fairylike like the outside. It's sleek and tidy, but in a somehow it's still warm. It kind of remindes me of the house I used to live in with my mom and dad when I was younger.
"So you live here alone?" I ask Louis. "Yeah I do, but I have some great company tonight" He says with a wink. My cheeks are getting red. He has no idea how many times I have dreamed about this.
"Where... Where do I sleep?" I ask him. It doesn't looks like he has got another room for me to sleep in, the house is too small for that. "Fuck! Well, I didn't tought about that... I didnt even tought you would say yes..." "Oh" Oh god, it's like the only thing I can say is oh. "I'll lay a mettres for myself on the floor, so you can sleep in my bed" That's sweet of him. "Sure?" I ask "Yes, ofcourse!" He replies. "Thank you, this is all very kind of you" I tell him. "It's no big deal, really" He says and I smile. My stomach rumbles and I think Louis has noticed, cause he says: "I have no food in here anymore right now, so I guess I'll have to take you out for dinner" He winks and I blush. "Okay" I whisper as he takes me by the arm and pulls me in his car.
