how you get the boy

three

Louis was going to hate me for the rest of his life, I was certain of that.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but I knew that he was going to regret choosing me as his flatmate. Worse comes to worse, he might kick me out of his flat and find a much better flatmate, one who's not as clumsy as I was.

In the midst of making a cup of tea before I made myself comfortable in the room, I accidentally knocked over a mug that was on the counter with my elbow. It wouldn't be that much of a big deal if the cup weren't a gift from Beth to Louis – the 'best boyfriend in the world' wording on it was more than enough for me to figure it was from her. Who else could it be from?

Whereas I didn't know what actually went down with those two, I knew there must be a reason why Louis still kept some of her things here instead of throwing them out as soon as they decided to end things between them. For example, two days ago I found some of her jewelleries in the drawer in my room and yesterday I might or might not catch a glimpse of her clothes in his closet. Seeing that I wasn't exactly ready to question him about it – or more like he wasn't ready to be questioned – I decided to keep my mouth shut. Maybe I could ask about it when we were more comfortable around each other – comfortable enough to address sensitive things such as his past relationships.

"Is everything alright?" Louis questioned from the living room and I instantly told him yes so he wouldn't walk in here to see the mess I'd just created. Unfortunately, as if he could sense that something wasn't right or he could somewhat smell my fear, he walked into the kitchen, quirking his eyebrows at me when he saw me crouching on the floor as I cautiously picked up the broken pieces of the mug. "What the-"

Before he could get angry with me, I quickly stood up and cut him midsentence, "I'm so sorry, I didn't see it there I- I swear I'll buy a new one that looks exactly like this if you promise you won't kick me out."

As soon as I had finished talking, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes out of fear. However, instead of saying something mean in reply, he laughed. He bloody laughed and I cracked both eyes open to witness the skin around his eyes crinkled as he shook his head ridiculously at me.

"Tee, don't be daft." He chuckled. "I won't kick you out."

"You won't?"

Looking down at the mess on the ground, he simply smiled and shrugged, "I've been meaning to throw it out but I just couldn't do it, y'know?" Yeah, I knew. Except, I had never kept anything given by my ex for more than a week; I usually threw them away as soon as we broke up. But still, I knew.

"Right, right." I nodded my head as I returned to my crouching position. "I'm sorry for the mess, I'll clean it up right away."

Shaking his head, Louis hunkered down in front of me, slapping my hand away from touching the broken pieces of the mug.

"Ouch," I whined, rubbing my hand, pouting my lips at him. "What was that for?"

Louis rolled his eyes as if I should know the answer myself without having to ask him. Pointing his finger at mine, he said, "You'll cut yourself, Tee. I'm pretty sure you know that, yeah?"

"Well, I don't see any broom here." I said, sarcasm lilting my voice, my eyes surveying the kitchen as if to prove a point. When my eyes returned back to his face, he seemed confused for a few seconds – because there was a broom here few days ago, I noticed – before realisation seemed to hit him.

"Wait," he said, standing up and making his way out of the kitchen, but not before he told me not to touch anything. Cute. Less than a minute later, he returned with a broom in hand. "Forgot that I kept this in my room."