The Fatal Flaw | LT

XXI

CHAPTER XXI

"Louis! I swear to god..." I mumbled as I followed the hysteric boy down the stairs.

He had dragged me out of his bed at 8 in the morning, saying I have to see something. At first he was serious but then he broke into fits of chuckles before telling me to follow him downstairs.

I involuntarily smiled to myself as I go down the stairs and start to recall the events of last night.

After an all too cliché moment in the field, he decided to bring me to the infamous diner I have called my sanctuary and from then on, we started going on about our apologies, talks and promises on our relationship.

We apologized on each other's mistake. Him, for the bar dragging and all the comments he threw at me. he kept apologizing over and over again, I almost got annoyed but the sincerity was clear in his voice and it hurt me that he had beat himself up when he realized what he was doing. I apologized for being harsh with him that night we took a break and for all the things I said.

We talked on how we spent the time of our break. He talked on how he visited the orphanage more, I felt bad when he told me that the kids were looking for me. It's not that I didn't want to go. Going meant Louis was probably there and I wasn't ready to bump into him accidentally. I don't know how I'll react. We also talked about how he was catching up on his studies and he spent the time complaining on the amounts of essays he had to do for missing classes before.

We promised each other that we'll work together on fixing each other. I didn't know what I was going to fix with myself but I was new to this and that may be a problem to us in the future. He was my first boyfriend and I am still exploring everything.

Yes, I have decided to give him another chance. He looked healthier and there were no bags under his eyes, meaning he really have laid low on the alcohol and late nights. Liam even told me he cut down on the cigarettes, which I was grateful for.

I just hope I don't regret anything.

But him dragging my bum out of bed in the wee hours, I pondered on that thought.

I entered the kitchen where his obnoxiously cheery self was, I was about to tell him off when I saw it.

There sitting on the counter were bouquet of flowers and freshly cooked breakfast.

I smiled sweetly at him and he strutted his way over me and snaked his arms around my waist. He kissed my forehead before leaning in.

His lips instantly met mine and as if on cue, fireworks erupted and it was like I was kissing him for the first time. His lips moved in sync with mine as he tilted his head to the side. The radio was humming quietly in the background and he disconnected his lips when a new song came on.

"I love this song!" He exclaimed and I chuckled as he turned the volume up.

"I've heard people say that too much of anything is not good for you, baby." He started with a deep voice imitating the singer and I immediately recognized the lines of the song Can't Get Enough of Your Love by Barry White. I laughed at him as he pointed towards me.

The song started and he danced to the beat of the song.

"My darling I, can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
I can't get enough of your love babe
Oh some things I can't get used to
No matter how I try
Just like the more you give, the more I want
and baby that's no lie
Oh no babe." He sang as he pranced around the kitchen like a maniac. I giggled quietly at him as I watch him dance.