Room mates ☞ l.t

chapter four

Ella

I was stirred from my daydream by a loud smashing noise coming from the living room. I shook my head and was brought back to normality, my vision reinstalling.

I hastily scrambled off my bed to see what the smash was, and when i opened my door, i saw Louis bent down on the floor, picking up something in front of him.

"What did you do?" I narrowed my eyes at him, and he turned his head, looking over at me with worried eyes.

"I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, i really am -" Louis stumbled over his words as he looked back down at what was in front of him. Oh no. I quickly walked over him, my eyebrows furrowed as i hurried to see what he broke that could get him so shaky.

As i peered over his shoulder, i gasped lightly, and covered my mouth with my hand. There, lay the now smashed photo of me and my grandma, glass shattered around it. I felt tears welling up in my eyes just by looking at her again, and now that my only photo of her is smashed, i felt heartbroken.

My fists tightened, and i sniffled, pushing Louis' shoulder to move him out the way.

"Get me the brush and pan" I ordered sternly, not caring wether i came off rude or obnoxious. That bastard this this on purpose.

He didn't reply, he only stood and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing me the small brush and the plastic dust pan, and returning to me with it. When he handed them to me, i snatched them out of his grasp, and began brushing up the pieces of glass.

"You don't seriously think i didn't this intentionally did you?" He questioned dumbfoundedly, sounding surprised.

I laughed unhumuoursly, "I don't think Louis, i know"

"Well i didnt" He replied almost immediatly, "C'mon i'm not that sad"

"Well you didn't seem to mind talking shit about her yesterday did you?"

He laughed, "Are you seriously mad at me for that? It was clearly a joke Ella, come on lighten up a bit."

Just then, i paused. I stopped brushing, and dropped the pan, standing to my feet and facing him with my bloodshot eyes. "Lighten up?" I said quietly, "You expect me to 'lighten up' while my grandma is buried six feet under ground and there you are making snarky little comments about it in front of your mates, and then you go and do this?" I raised my voice.

"Your sick. You know that? Your sick" I spat, bending down to continue brushing up the pieces of shattered glass. As i swept the shards into the pan, one caught my eye. A sharp one. And i thought about taking it, but Louis would see and probably find something out of that to make fun out of. And just as i brushed the wrecked photo into the container, i felt as if i was saying goodbye to her one last time because i now have no other photo of her except in my memory.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, and i closed my eyes, begging to keep the rest in. But as a few seconds passed, i failed miserably and a small sob fell from my lips.

"God, i'm sorry" Louis apologised, resting his hand on my back, but i shoved it off and stood to my feet.

"Don't touch me" I spoke harshly, "The next time you say anything about my grandma, i will bury you in a mother fucking and talk shit about you to my friends, see how you fucking like it" I spat, my eyes sending him a hard glare while a few still dripped from my eyes.

"I'm just trying to help -"

"Does it look like i want you god damn help?!" I yelled, "Now please just fuck off and leave me alone!" I turned away from him, allowing a few more tears to fall freely from my eyes, and i heard him huff from behind me.