We sit in the car in an eery silence. I am not sure if this is a good idea anymore- I don't think it ever was, but I just know I need to figure this shit out. Why does Louis need to be such a mystery and the thought of him being in a state sends a shiver through my body and I can't really tell why.
"Not far now, you sure you wanna do this?" Zayn mutters.
"Yeah" I simply reply, unsure myself of whether this is the best idea.
"Fair enough" He replies shortly and one hand leaves the wheel to scratch the back of his neck. He looks deep in thought. In no time we pull up on the drive of a tremendous White House in the most beautiful area. It feels so real now, I might be coming face to face with Louis at any moment. The house seems relatively dead, but there are a few lights on suggesting otherwise- he must be in.
I hear a sigh escape Zayn's lips, and slowly he turns the key and the rumbling engine comes to a silence. He gets out of the car and opens my door, I get out and he leads the way to the front door. He knocks, no answer. We wait a moment, and I feel my heart beating hard against my chest.
"Yo, Louis- open up" Zayn half shouts loud enough for him to hear on the other side but not loud enough to piss him off.
We wait a while longer yet still no reply.
"Bro, I aint got all night" He continues. He gives up soon after and tries the door handle, which much to both our suprise is unlocked. He steps in and I follow.
"Lou?" He calls out.
"In here mate" Louis' farmiliar voice replies exhaustedly. This house in incredible, high ceilings, white walls, fancy furniture, but somehow it feels hollow and unlived in. I follow Zayn to the end room where the voice came from. We walk in and Louis sits with his back to us, slouched on the sofa, surrounded by cans of carling beer and a cigarette in his hand, or is it even a that? The potent smell suggests otherwise- he is smoking a joint. He doesn't turn to face us yet.
"Sorry about the mess, the fucking cleaner hasn't been this week" Louis mutters.
"Uh- someone is here to see you". He explains, keeping his cool but I have no idea how.
Louis turns and my breathing becomes uneven. His eyes lock with mine, they are bloodshot and tired.
"What the actual fuck are you doing here?"
*OMG I am sorry for how inactive I have been for ages, my life has been a rollercoaster the past few years. But if people still want Bad i will continue it, sorry this chapter is so short but just wanted to post so you know i am still here and if you want more let me know. Also, I had to change some names in the book *
