Maybe I Hate You//L.S.

H-hey

As I pushed the chicken in the oven and was about to start making spaghetti sauce but the door rang.

Didn't Liam say they're going to be home till dinner?

I mean I barely have anything done, the door rang again bringing me back

I ran to the door without caring to look through the pipe, before I could recognized who the person in front of me was

I'm sure the world stop moving- my heart was beating so fast I can't get a word out but standing in the door way staring in the blue ocean eyes I've once seen five years ago, the blue eyes I've been waiting for- for almost all my life

Louis Tomlinson

He just returns my stare, lost of word just as much as I am, we were just standing there staring back and forth trying to find a way to break the uncomfortable silence

"L-liam send me this address...h-he said he lives h-here" he stuttered out. His voice his tone hasn't changed any bit not even the way he puts, he looks so tiny and he never changed how he always looks like an art

I didn't know how to believe 'Louis is standing in front of me'

"W-well?" Louis coughed turned me back to the reality, he is  standing in front of me like nothing has ever happened after all these years

I let him in not suring what to say or to do because my former best friend just came back after five years to look for Liam, I could swear we were closer than he was with Liam, he hasn't even said 'Hi' or asked anything about me, he didn't even bother to know how have I been after all. I went back to my cooking leaving him there standing in the living room

After a while of cooking I started on cutting mushroom, I mean what the fuck just happened?

Louis fucking Tomlinson is sitting in my living room where months earlier I cried my ass there wishing he'd at least could text me a 'good night'

Suddenly I felt the pain on my finger, my finger got cut deep split in two- hey, look what life has stocked for you.

I rushed to the living room without any glance to the boy who is sitting there watching football game

I go through the aid box in the corner of the room, snatched out a bandage, too much blood for a cut Styles!

I wrap it around my finger locking my eyes with Louis, he just remain his seat and stares deep in my eyes with emotionless expression on his face, I tried to see what in those eyes but I see nothing.

I broke the eyes contact and go back to what I was doing in the kitchen 'well he does grows a lot, at least he knows how to mind his own business' I thought to myself

I couldn't care less what Liam is up to, how the fuck did he get Louis contact while I have no fucking idea

I dialed Liam number and he picked up almost immediately "Hey Harry, I was just about to call you"

"Yeah I need a lot of explanation, what is Louis doing in my living room and I have no fucking idea, after all I remember is crying to sleep for years on your next door" I whisper yelled

"Harry I will explain you what I could when I arrived, but I'm in a meeting... sorry for whatever reason" Liam rushed out before hung up the phone. What have I done to deserve this life?

I ran my fingers through my hair robbing it anxiously before a voice broke the silence "H-hey"

what the fuck?