Therapy || l.t.

Chapter 10: Uno

Chapter 10: Uno

"Uno!" I shout, watching as Louis gets frustrated again. We've been playing this game for quite a while now, but he always forgets to call uno when he's done to one card. It allows me to beat him everytime.

"Your turn," he says, holding at least four cards. I notice the one down is a red when I only have a blue. Urg. I draw one from the middle stack, watching as Louis takes another turn.

Our days have gone by like this for quite awhile now. My wrist is almost fine, I still have a cast on it. It doesn't hurt that much for me to breathe anymore either. It's a work in progress.

Louis goes to work every other day, trusting me alone in his flat. Now that we don't really have too many secrets between us, life is good. I've only been here a week, but the difference is noticeable. He still demands that I take the bed and that he'll take the couch, but that's because he doesn't understand that I'm doing better. While he goes to work today, I'm going to go find a job. I might even clean a bit since we've let the place become a disaster area.

I smile triumphantly as Louis runs his fingers through his messy hair. He knows I'm about to win and satisfaction is taking over me.

"I win," I say as even though the card put down was red, I have the exact same number in blue. He throws his cards on the ground, shaking his head at himself, but I see the grin on his face.

"I let you win," he says.

"Oh sure," I scoff. He just has really bad uno playing skills.

"I did! I could kick your arse any time I wanted to," he argues.

"Another time because you need to get ready for work," I point out as I look at the clock. He's due there in half an hour.

"Fine. Be prepared," he warns causing me to laugh.

"Oh I will be," I respond, watching him get up and walk towards the bedroom. I then proceed to clean up the cards so I don't slip on them later. Soon enough, Louis comes prancing out of the bedroom. His tattoos are defined by the tight white T-shirt he's wearing. Black skinny jeans adorn his legs along with a pair of black converse. He looks really attractive, especially with the red beanie he has on his head.

"Alright, I'm off then," he says. I nod, watching him grab his keys.

"See you later then," I respond. The tension is awkward so I'm relieved when he decides to just go. I get up and move over to lock the door, a habit Louis is still trying to get used to. I sigh as I take one look around this place. I'm going to have a very busy afternoon.

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A few hours later, I feel content with myself. I've cleaned this place entirely. I'm pretty positive you couldn't even see dust anywhere. I've also applied for jobs online for at least three different stores just down the street. Instead of relaxing though, I notice it's dinner time and that I should cook.

I ponder as I look in the cupboards, not sure what Louis would like. I notice a few ingredients that my mother would use back then to make meals for my sister and I. I quickly grab them and start working. Half an hour later, I have the food prepared and in the oven. Now I just wait. I'm about to sit down, but decide I need a shower. Hoping Louis won't mind, I grab a towel and go to take one.

The water is relaxing to my muscles, relieving pain caused by Blake. I just let the heat massage me, wash everything away. It's comforting.

Beep.

Crap, did the oven really just go off? Shit shit shit. I hurry and hop out, glad I already washed my hair. I grab a towel but it just won't stay wrapped around me. I quickly put on a random tee I found and some underwear to keep me at least somewhat covered. I then rush to the kitchen, nearly sliding on my wet feet. I grab an oven mitt and open it to see that my casserole luckily didn't burn. I sigh in relief as I set the food on the stove and take off the mitt.

I'm soon shocked when I hear someone clear their voice. I snap around to see Louis standing there with wide eyes. I didn't even hear him come in. I can't imagine what a mess I look like. I look down and comprehend that I'm just in a pair of my underwear and a T-shirt, his T-shirt. Oh great.

"I uh. I prepared food for us and got in the shower while it was cooking. It beeped though so I grabbed what I could find and came out here to not burn the place down," I explain to him. He just nods, not sure what to say.

"I'm going to go get dressed properly now," I blush.

"I'm just going to go and take a wee," Louis clears his throat. I nod and scurry off to his bedroom.  I immediately discard his T-shirt and toss it to the floor. I quickly grab a bra and one of my own shirts, putting both of them on. I also slip on a pair of sweats. I comb through my hair and throw it up, frustratingly.

I cannot believe that happened.