"Zayn and Harry are coming here?" I ask annoyed. Louis doesn't answer.
''I asked you something.'' I say, and try to sound nice. He looks up at me.
''None of your business.''
This boy is getting on my last nerves.
''Yeah, you're right. It's none of my business." I say and Louis looks at me like he's thankful I'm not questioning his rudeness. "It's not my business because you're taking me home right at this moment and I won't be here whether they come or not." I snap and put my hands on my hips to make it more dramatic.
He rolls his eyes and keeps drinking his tea. "Zayn's coming, I don't know about Harry." He says and I groan.
"Why can't you just take me home already! I've stayed the night and put up with your shit, just take me home." I say and sigh heavily out of frustration.
"I will, just let me finish this, yea?" Louis says and points to his tea cup. I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, at least give me a pair of sweats or something. That's the least you could do." I snap once again and he sighs, still not giving me any pants to wear.
"Why is Zayn coming anyways?" I say to end the awkward silence. "He and I have something to discuss, once again, none of your business." He snaps and I feel my temper rising. I'm not very good at keeping calm.
"Rude." I say and clench my fists to prevent myself to hit him in his stupid smug face.
"So, I'm asking for the millionth fucking time, can you take me home? This is the last time I'm asking nice." I warn him and I'm shocked again by my choice of word. "And I need pants when you eventually leave me at home." I add.
''Why? It's hot outside, nobody can see your ass, you're inside where no one can see you. What's the problem? Get over yourself.'' He says and I want to hit him. Hard. He's one son of a bi-
I hear a car stop in front of the house. Crap, it's Zayn. Keep calm so that he doesn't shoot your brains out, my subconscious reminds me and I want to slap her for reminding me about the obvious.
Louis stands up from his seat and starts walking towards the hallway, while I'm still standing in the kitchen with my hands over my head, confused as hell..
"You are staying here." Louis says and slams the kitchen door in my face. I stand in front of the door, still shocked. He's not telling me what to do. I hear voices, and I know it's Zayn and Louis. I take a deep breath and open the door. I go straight up to Louis and Zayn, and he looks surprised.
"Why isn't she wearing pants?" Zayn ask Louis and he shrugs.
"Because he's an asshole that's why." I say and he rolls his eyes while Zayn's laughing.
"Why is he an asshole?" Zayn questions me and I glare at him. Can't he see the obvious? And why is he so casual, doesn't he remember waving his gun at me and almost shooting me?
"He won't give me pants or take me home and he drugged me last night. He's psychotic." I say through my teeth and look at Louis with my arms crossed.
"Whatever, go get pants from the room on the left upstairs and do not, I repeat do not come down until I call you so that we can leave." Louis says and I nod.
"Lovely, now hurry up so that I don't have to see your designer panties." He adds and I feel how I'm turning red, not by embarrassment but by anger. I ignore his comment and run upstairs with my hands on the hem of the hoodie so that I can pull it down, to prevent him seeing my panties. He's such a freaking creep.
