The Butterfly Effect

15. Mind If I Invite Myself In?

"Hey Curly," a raspy voice greeted me.

I looked back and saw Louis under the reflection of the moonlight, creating an illumination off his blue eyes. His hands were securely in his pants pockets. He looks so stunning in that suit.

You came! I wanted to say. I wanted to tackle him to the ground. Even in my drunken state, I wanted him to follow me to my room and lay down with me, tell me more about himself. There was never enough information. I had to know everything him. Everything.

Yet, the reunion was not as happy. I noticed his lip was split open from a fresh cut or some sort of blow to his face. His hair was disgruntled and his cheek looked a little swollen. I knew it had to be Trevor. There was no need to ask him about it...but I'm too drunk to hold back.

"Oh my God!" I rush over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You didn't block me. You got my text!"

"Easy there, Tiger," Louis softly pushed me away, almost like he didn't want to. I watched as he winched in pain, instinctively holding his back.

"What happened?" I mean I know, but I don't know.

"Let's just say, people don't like to be told no. I blew someone off to spend time with you. No big deal," he shrugged and flashed his gorgeous smile at me. "So you smell a little fruity."

"Oh! That's just Jello shots. Only had three so far. Niall and I planned on getting wasted, but this is so much better!" I almost slurred my words, well maybe they just felt a little slowed down. "I'm so sorry about not returning your call after the hospital."

Louis smiled at me sincerely, like he meant it. I didn't see any sign of resentment on his face. It was like he never held it against me, not even for a second. That made me happy but it also broke my heart. Does he expect everyone to just abandon him at any given time?

He tried to take a step toward me but I could see the pain radiating on his face. He must have saw my concern. "Don't worry. It happens on the job sometimes. People have one too many or aren't satisfied, eh, you get used to it I suppose."

Without hesitation, I picked him up and draped his legs over one side of my arm, my other hand supporting his back "Oh no, Harry! You are not carrying me bridal style across your fraternity," he giggled. Yet, he was wrong. I can and I did.

At the end of it all, he seemed a little relieved when I sat him gently on the bed, not a big annoyed. He liked it.

"So you summoned my presence....to talk?" He asked confused. He sat his hands on top of his knee. I noticed he had defensive wounds. Pretty good one. He fought hard. Good job, Louis.

"Yeah, I just...I can't believe I ignored you after what happened. I wanted to visit you in the hospital or even your house but Niall didn't think it was a good idea...and truth be told, I didn't know what to do. I'm immature," I blushed.

Louis took in a deep breath as he removed his shirt, revealing a large bruise on his back. He laid down on his stomach, rubbing his eyes. I guess he invited himself to spend the night; which is fine by me. I always liked cuddling with him.

"Not immature. I scared you away. There's a difference. So I know you're seeking answers....it seemed like the only way, you know? My company provides us with a big insurance policy and I put my Mother has the beneficiary. I just wanted to help her out...but I can't keep living like this. I want out. I need out. My soul is tired. I'm tired." I watched as Louis used his fist to rub his eyes, the blood still visible on his knuckles.