SPACES [Editing]

Pain in the ass

Song of the chapter:

- Company by Justin Bieber

Louis Tomlinson

"You want a divorce? I thought Vegas marriages didn't matter? Do you have the divorce papers now?" Harry asked after I have explained my purpose for coming here. He was pacing back and forth with his hands in praying position.

"No I don't, actually, it's an annulment, not a divorce. I just want the marriage certificates to be declared as null and void so the state would consider us as individuals who have never been married before." I explained again.

"Well, can't we sign those papers now?" He looks a bit pissed, and actually, I was, too. I didn't want to be in this mess either.

"My almost lawyer friend told me that we have to wait a hundred days before we could get them."

"Okay, so why are you here, really?" He sat down at the couch beside where I was sitting on.

I know why he's asking me, I have a choice. I could just stay somewhere and just come here after a hundred days and make him sign the papers but the truth is, I have nowhere to go.

I know I should've ran away earlier.

"I just wanna say that I'm going to pay for the hotel rooms. It may take a while, but I want to." I said.

"There's nothing to pay for. In case you didn't know, my dad owns that hotel and I was just about to move out when... you know. Anyway, I bought this place so I could have a place for myself without being bombarded with hotel business proposals and questions about investments because honestly, I don't want to be a part of that world." He says. He speaks slowly, as if he's thinking about every word that comes out from his mouth.

"But I still want to pay--"

"You don't have to. Are you coming back to your house?" He asked me.

"No, I'm not. I mean, I can't. I mean, I... I don't want to. And I can't." I answered nervously. "I'll find somewhere."

"Where are your things?" He interrupted.

"They're in the car, I will give you back every piece of clothing, don't worry." As soon as I said that, he stood up and went out so I followed him. We walked through this narrow walkway (pic on the side!) that goes over the clear blue swimming pool outside his house, and then through the big garden until we got to Liam's car.

"Sweet ride. Is this yours?" He said as he got closer to it.

"No it's actually Liam's. You remember him, do you? And his boyfriend? They left me with this car when they flew to England."

He picked up the bags inside the car and continued walking back to the house.

"What are you waiting for?" He turned around.

"I.. Uh.."

"Follow me." He said, and I did. I don't know why I was being so obedient to him, but somehow it felt like I owed him something.

Short legs, don't fail me now.

We walked back to the house and on the way there, I was trying to get the bags from his hand but he walks too fast and was taking long strides. No matter how fast I was walking, I couldn't keep up with him.

"I figured you didn't have a place to stay in since you left... um, Hannah, so... you can just stay here." He said as he walked up the stairs. I was surprised he knows her name, but I didn't want to ask. At least not now.

"What? Here? No I can't--"

"Louis. The law says we're technically husband and husband. We are liable for each other. When something happens to you, I will be liable and I don't want to be bothered by any of that. So I can't just let you walk around homeless. You're human, not a stray cat." He said as he entered a room.

"You stay on that side of the bed." He said, pointing at the left side of something that looks like two king-size beds, combined.

"W-wait, we're sharing a room?"

"Yeah," he sat down.

"But you're gay." I answered, trying not to sound offensive.

"Yeah and you're straight and you're not my type. As long as you stay straight, we have nothing to worry about. Besides, you look like you can throw a good punch, so you can always hit me if I try something with you." He said as he lied down on the bed. He put his feet up while he still has his boots on.

"Hey hey, feet down." I said pointing at his feet.

"What's wrong with you?" He sat up.

"If you're going to make me sleep on your bed, you have to keep it clean." It's true. His bed was plain white. The room was dominant white and had mirrors in front of the bed. One dirty spot and the look of the beautiful room is ruined.

"My bed. My rules." He said.

And why the fuck am I doing? This isn't even my house. I'm just lodging here for a few months. For free.

"Fine. Um... do you maybe... want to come to a compromise?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well technically we will be sharing the house. Am I right?" He nodded.

"Well then, everything we share, he have to make rules for." I said. It might have sounded stupid and I doubt he will agree, but it always works on my students so it wouldn't hurt to try.

To my surprise, he said yes.

"Fine. Write them down, show them to me tomorrow. For now, just let me sleep in peace." He said, putting his feet up on the bed.

I shot him a look and then he sat up, removed his shoes and tossed them away. He threw them as far as he can and then buried himself in the sheets.

I stooped down to pick up the one that was near something that looked like a walk-in closet, and then from my peripheral vision, I can see from the mirror that he was staring at my butt.

Or so I assumed.

I turned around, and then he pretended to be sleeping. I walked to the other shoe to pick it up, and then I could see him looking at me again, this time with one eye open.

"Like what you see?" I teased.

"What are you talking about? Can't you see that I'm sleeping?" He asked, closing his eyes again.

"Oh come on, I can see you sneaking a peek from where you are."

"Oh, am I being a pain in the ass?" He snickered at his pun.

And in that moment, I knew that this was going to be a looong one hundred days.