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Everyday I would make Louis some meals with a paper saying "im sorry" He always ignored it though. It's been a month since it happened. It makes me heart break even more.
On the first week, I thought it wasn't a big deal. I ignored him aswell. But when it came to Saturday, I really wanted to ask him something but whenever I try to, he leaves. I knew it was a bad idea to call Jake. But how should I know? It's not my fault Louis didn't tell me.
On the second week, before I left to work he would still be sleeping or he just didn't want to come out. I would still make him breakfast but I don't know if he just throws it away or he actually eats it. I tried contacting Jake but he always goes home early. Whenever I see him in the office, he's on the phone. When I get home, Louis wouldn't be there. At 2 in the morning I would hear the same noises I hear the first time he came here. I'd try to help him because he kept stumbling, he was drunk but he still refused to. Even when he's drunk he still hates me.
On the third week, it got worse. Sometimes Louis wouldn't be here the whole day. I feel guilty for the fact that he owns this place aswell. He could've just told me everything at once. I finally get to talk to Jake loads of time but he would always give me these cryptic answers which I still don't understand. But what i do understand is that he's planning something and I need to tell Louis.
On the fourth week, it was more like the third week. Today, It was a friday afternoon and i need to cool off my mind. I grabbed my beanie and headed off. Louis had his eyes on me. He was finally home for once. I knew he was wondering where i was going like he wanted to say something but didn't. I left him anyways.
It was already April. The breeze of the air blew right at my face. It cooled my mind off a bit. This field reminded me of Louis last month. There weren't any stars but I enjoyed the clouds. There's gotta be something good when something bad happens.
"Desiree?" someone asked from behind. With the sound of that voice i knew who it was. A smile grew on my face.
"Oh hey Harry."
"What are you doing here at the fields" he asked sitting next to me. I was laying down but i didn't wanna get up.
"Cooling off."
"Oh. So you and Louis havent fixed it yet?"
"You know..?"
"Of course! Louis goes every Saturday at the bar. He keeps asking me to go now that yo'ure 'gone'. He tells me everything when he's drunk."
"What did he say?"
"He said he feels lonely since what happened. But he also feels anger."
"Harsh. It's been 1 month"
"Thats what he said. He wanted to talk to you badly because he's lonely but anger stops him" he shrugs "I'm not blaming you or anything but what you did was really dangerous."
"What?"
"You told Jake about him. You live with Louis. That's dangerous Desiree."
"I know, I feel so guilty."
"You should talk to him. I don't wanna go to the bar every night because of Louis. And bringing him home is hard!"
"What will i say?"
"I don't know just talk to him like you used to" he said and i nodded
"That's easy for you because he talks to you."
"i'll do what i can" he sighs
"Will you tell me what's with Jake?"
"Only Louis could answer" he smiles sadly. "Go talk to Louis? For me." he begged and i nodded. He grabbed my head and placed his lips on my forehead. He smiled at me then nodded. He walked his way away with his car, I'm pretty sure he was headed to the bar.
I wanted to talk to Louis too to be honest. But im scared and i feel guilty. I took a deep sigh until i yanked out my phone.
"Louis.." i mumbled hoping he would pick up.
"The number you have dialled is not available please try again later."
I tried again and again.. He didn't pick up. I heard those words again and again and it torn me up. The sunset was starting and i just stared at it as it fades. The stars start to glow and it reminds me of Louis.
"23 stars" i said to myself. The stars were fewer now than before. A tear escaped my eye. Following with several more. "This is all my fault dang it Desiree. I miss you Louis" I should've moved to my apartment months ago. He may be just a stranger in my house but he means something. The way we counted stars. The way we had bowling. The way we first met? Wow how i mistakened his name.
"24..." a voice behind said. I wiped my tears as fast as i could so i wouldnt get embarassed. Was this guy watching me the whole time i was crying? Fuck.
I turned around and found him. The same fluff of his brown hair. His eyes were glowing at the night. It was pure blue. Pure treasure. It was Louis. "24...there were 24 stars not 23..."
