Prince Charming // L.T (On Hold)

Chapter Five

I drive around for thirty minutes, not only because I'm a bit lost but also because I'm contemplating whether I should show up at that house.

Wouldn't it be weird? I barely know her and she doesn't even know me, not even my name. Maybe I should just turn around.

What if she's in trouble? My subconscious adds.

Can I really take that risk? I keep driving and the houses look a bit familiar. I think I'm going the right way. I make a right and sure enough I'm here.  There's less cars and the music is a bit loud but not  as loud as when Lottie and I arrived.

I park the car and start the walk to the house. I'm not sure if I should just walk in or knock on the door. It's not my house and I don't want to be rude. But then again if I do knock and no one hears it no one will open the door.

Come on Louis just walk in. I grab the doorknob and open the door. There's people still dancing and drinking and doing other things like smoking a joint. God and Lottie really wanted to come here?

I look around the loving room and the kitchen but I don't see her anywhere. I travel to the backyard and She's not here either. Maybe She's upstairs. But I don't want to barge into the rooms catching people doing it.

"Hey your back?" I turn around and it's the tattooed guy.

"Uh Yeah just looking for Ella." He glances down to my attire and looks back up to me.  I forgot to change and I'm in pajamas.

"She's not here. She left home." He says as he takes a hit of his joint. He exhales the smoke and it comes out his nose.

"Is she okay?" I scratch my arm. I'm feeling really uncomfortable.

"Yeah she is. Like I said before it wasn't the first time it has happened. She just took more than she was supposed to." He shrugs.

"Then why did you give her the drugs?!" He arches his eyebrows at me and I guess his amused at my little accusation.

"Look. Uh-"

"Louis."

"Right Louis. Look I'll rather be the one supplying her with the drugs than have another asshole who doesn't give a shit about her, supplying her. Plus making money isn't that bad at all." He says totally serious. "Damned if I do, damned if I don't." He says and takes another drag of his joint.

"Why does she use them?"

"I don't know. Usually I don't give a shit about clients and the reasons why they take drugs but with her I'm just not quite sure. She is just closed off. I've known her for a couple of years now and I do care for her it's just she doesn't let anybody in. And I suggest you don't go prying in her business." He laughs. "Trust me."

The curiosity gets the best of me. "Why?"

"Because I tried to once and all I ended up with is no answers and a busted lip." He laughs even harder. She hit him? That small little girl hit a tattooed, drug dealing, menacing looking guy?  Wow.

"Uh well thanks anyway uh- "

"Zayn." He extends his hand and I shake it. "You seem like a nice guy, but say something about my business and we're going to have trouble alright." He squeezes my hand tightly and I wince a bit. His eyes turned a dark shade of brown a very noticeable difference of his caramel colored eyes. I nod my head.  "Okay good." He let's go of my hand and pat's my back.

I begin to walk out of the house. "Remember don't go prying into business that doesn't concern you. Mine or hers, both can be deadly." He smirks. "Curiosity killed the cat." He says as he goes deeper into the house. I gulp.