Room mates ☞ l.t

chapter eight

A/N: iM BACK !! sUFFER NO MORE YOUNG URCHINS. so basically all i had to do is ask for my phone bc i need to revise for a maths test which doesn't exist, nd then i was like showing her this video on her laptop so while she was distracted by that i kinda slowly backed up out of the room with my phone and wOLA

anyWHO, hopefully this chapter will make up for my really shitty and boring one before u~u

early update kinda not rlly bc i got my stuff taken away but yUS next update will be on cHristmas (hopefully) peace chicken grease nipples

Louis

I was stood in the reception area of the hospital, waiting for Ella to gather her things so she can come home. Two weeks she had been in this shit hole. I honestly don't know how she managed. It smells like old people and piss.

I admit, it's been quiet at home without Ella. Way too quiet, and it made me think. What if she moved out one day? What if she decided enough is enough and packed her things. It would be all because of me! I know it would, and if i was Ella, i would have moved out a long time ago. Knowing that she stayed and put up with my shit made me happy in a way. Ive grown to care a lot more for Ella over the past weeks because i never knew how much i was actually hurting her. Being a bully was just a game to me.

I let out a sigh and looked down the corridor for the third time. Ive been leaned up against this coca-cola machine for at least fifteen minutes while i wait for her, and it's pretty embarrassing when you get old women approaching you with handbags if you don't move out of the way. Surely nobody takes this long to stuff a few items of clothing into a bag. It made me wonder if she had jumped out of the window or something.

To my luck, a brunette came walking cautiously down the corridor, struggling to carry the large bag resting on her arm as she held her side. I instantly rushed over to her and greeted her with a warm smile, in which she returned with a glare.

"You, again?" Ella breathed out a sigh. She looked so tired and worn out, like everything around her made her feel weak.

I nodded, biting back a frown. "I thought i'd come pick you up since .. well we live together" I chuckled lightly, hoping to lift the mood.

"Don't say it like that" She narrowed her eyes at me before rolling them and walking ahead to the entrance. I tried not to be too bothered by her strong hate for me and rushed over to her as she limped onwards with the heavy bag still on her arm.

"Here" I insited, removing the bag from her shoulder and draping it over my own. I rest my hand on her back as a way of helping her, but she only batted it away and told me not to touch her. I couldn't help but frown.

I hate that she hates me.

Walking out into the open air, i pulled my car keys from my pocket and opened the white land rover. She groaned as we approached it and swung the door open quite forcefully.

"Are you ok?" I asked her quietly, sitting down on the leather and closing my door. She looked at me before rolling her eyes and turning her head to look out of the window.

Damn, i know she hates me but i never realised she hated me this much. Before, she had a more nicer way of expressing that she hated me, but now it's like there is no other word she can describe me as other than 'hate'. Or maybe 'bastard'.

I let out yet another sigh and started the car up, buckling myself up. Ella's head turned to look at me.

"Would you quit sighing? God, you might as well be a fucking oxygen machine" Her words hit me rather roughly.