Elevator Buttons

~distrustful~

dis•trust•ful (dɪsˈtrʌst fəl)

adj.

unable or unwilling to trust; suspicious.

Louis entered the building with a small smile on his face, proud that he'd taken the spot of Mr. Harry Styles. Ms. Edmunds at the front near her mail box greeted him with delight. She was practically deaf and lived in the building all her life; she's 59.
"Good morning, Louis, how's your day been?" She smiled gracefully at him with the apples of her cheeks prominently pink.

"Oh it's been well, Ms. Edmunds. Do you know if any mail came for me?" She pointed to his mailbox shrugging. Louis opened his box just as Harry entered the building huffing as he walked.

Louis didn't notice him come in; he was staring at the bright yellow envelope with messy handwriting on the front and a stamp with blue stripes. He stared at it intently as if it were a treasure to be found.

Harry walked steadily towards him fuming with anger.
"Hey! I was gonna park in that spot and because of you I had to park two blocks down the road." Louis snapped out of his trance.

"Oh I'm sorry, curly, but last I checked my car is parked in that spot. Not yours. Besides I don't see your name on it." Louis rolled his eyes and began walking towards the elevator, sipping the last of his Starbucks and throwing it out.

"Louis, I'm tired of all this can you please just back off?"

"How about you kiss my ass?" Louis smiled and raised his eyebrows at Harry, as he walked towards the elevator. Harry followed closely behind.

"No, Louis, I'm done with this, I just want us to get along and maybe become friends, that's all." Harry said sternly as he stared at Louis, who was staring straight ahead, not having the dignity to even look at him. The elevator made the familiar ding and both of them entered. Harry pressed their floor number embedded in the steel metal wall. Louis kept his gaze off of Harry, his lips in a tight line and his thumbs buried in his pockets. Harry stood on the opposite side of the elevator with arms crossed in frustration. He kept opening his mouth, hoping the right words would spill out, but would immediately close it and reconsider his words.

"I don't want to be friends with you," Louis said with his back still on Harry, "and frankly I'm sure that you-"

Louis was cut off by the sudden screech of metal. He jolted forwards, nearly banging his head on the cold steel elevator door when Harry leans forwards and catches him and sets him down after. The lights flickered and the cheesy elevator music came to a halt. With eyes of worry and confusion, the two boys stared at each other in shock.

"What the hell just happened?" Louis asked in panic.

"Erm, the elvator broke down and you fell and I-"

"I know that, now, but how will we get out?" Louis banged furiously on the door screaming for help as Harry stood on the side of the lift. Louis turned to him in annoyance.

"Are you gonna just stand there or are you going to help me?" Louis asked expectantly.

"Erm, well you see, this happened about a year ago, before you came to the building, and the firefighters didn't arrive till 24 hours later. And the people stuck inside pushed the button and everything and screamed, but this building is full of old people; they'll never hear you."

"But surely they will know that the elevator doesn't work, right?"

"No, theres a second elevator thats faster that they usually take. Maybe we can call for help, yeah?" Harry suggested raising his eyebrows.

"And you didn't care to inform me about this other elevator because?" Louis rolled his eyes with his arm jutting out asking Harry.

"Because you don't like me." He said bluntly. Louis lowered his eyebrows in realization and muttered to himself. Harry pulled out his phone and lifted it above his head waving it around looking for signal.

"I haven't got any signal. How about you?" Louis glanced at his phone shaking his head.

"Well, the only thing we can do now is wait for help," Harry said as he pressed his thumb against the help button in the lift.

The two boys sat adjacent each other with legs spread out and arms crossed.

"So what now?"

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