The Struggle •Unedited•

Chapter 21

•Elisabeth•

It was a Saturday morning and all of us are being amazing friends as we help Louis pack up some final things from his now ex-apartment. Niall was in Mason's room, helping the kiddo place the last of his toys in a box, which I personally think Niall is playing with himself. The rest are just piling boxes in any of our vehicles, wherever they seem to fit. Louis and I are packing away some stray items in his bedroom and his arms and chest are exposed through his lose tank. He's so fucking hot. Especially after his workout.

Fortunately, the apartment came furnished and we don't have to carry loads of furniture, but unfortunately, if the young father ever does end up getting another place, he will need to search for one that's already furnished.

One thing we made sure of was that the wicked witch of a neighbor wasn't home at the time of our arrival. Her car was no where to be seen in the parking lot, so she must be somewhere sucking dick or opening her legs.

I placed the last picture frame he had on his wall in the final box. Finally, Louis' room was wiped clean and all that was left was the bed, dresser, and drawers.

Louis begins to tape the box closed and I sigh, relieved, "Looks like you're all done,"

"Thanks again," Louis says for about the hundredth time in the last hour.

"It's no big deal. Now stop saying thanks before I punch you straight in the face,"

He places the box down on the floor, "Ouch," he chuckles, "Well, it's just that all of you can be doing something more important or interesting right now, but instead you're helping a single father move out of his evicted apartment,"

I smile at him in sympathy, even if he hates it.

"Louis, it's fine, really. I'm pretty sure all of us are happy to help. Like Malik and Niall are your best friends. Liam has a big heart, Harry and Nicole as well, and well, I'm here because Liam threatened me if I didn't show,"

His smile is rapidly wiped from his face and he looks at me in disbelief. That attractive face of his is asking How could you be such a bitch?

Breaking out in a fit of laughter from his expression, I grab his hand, "I'm kidding,"

The hand is snatched away and he slightly shoves me back.

"Fuck you," he smirks.

I roll my eyes playfully, "I'm hurt," I reply sarcastically, "Now c'mon, lets get this box out front and they can shove it in someone's car,"

Without another word, he lifts the box off the ground with ease and I take a final look around to make sure we don't forget anything.

And to my surprise, we did.

There sitting on a bedside table was a picture frame that held a picture of what portrayed to be two figures embracing each other.

"Looks like we forgot something," I point out with my finger directing toward the frame.

He places the heavy box on the bare mattress and his eyes follow in the direction of my finger.

"Oh, damn," he whispers, "I can't leave that here,"

Quickly, he shuffles over to the side of the bed and grabs a hold of it.

"Can I see it?" I peep.

A smile tugs at the corner and he nods as he hands it over. I take a hold of the item and I couldn't help but smile at the photo placed in the dust covered frame. It was obvious that it hadn't been moved from its place in a while.