SPACES [Editing]

Mister Revenge

Louis Tomlinson

"It's the first time you'll ever meet her again. Make sure you don't look like trash." He said as he pointed at my face. He probably means that I should shave, so that's exactly what I did after taking a bath.

He was giving me a crash course before we left the house. He called it Moving On 101.

Yes, my moving on has a name.

After breakfast yesterday, he went out and got back after midnight. I don't know where he went but I guess that's none of my business.

Not that I was expecting him to tell me anything, but it would be nice to know.

"You can't make her feel like you haven't moved on. Make her feel like you don't need her, but don't make it seem like you're a mess and you need someone to fix you. You don't need her. In fact, you're better off without her." He said as he buttoned down his shirt.

"What, are you some kind of breakup expert?"

"I don't talk about things I know nothing about, okay? Now, pay close attention. You can't screw this up." He said loudly as he came out from his walk-in closet.

His taste for clothes aren't normal. He was very stylish and everything in his closet looks expensive. He was wearing a pale shirt with flamingos on it. He pointed at what he was wearing as if he was asking for my approval and I nodded. I don't even know why he's dressed like that, but maybe that's just how he is.

Maybe not a model, but he just dresses really well.

"Okay, now when you enter the house and memories come crashing, do not ignore them like what people would say. Instead, you have to pretend that those memories were shit. For example, you'd remember the smiles. Think that those smiles that she sent you were caused by her delight because she was cheating on you. If you see the gifts she has ever given you, don't take them 'cause she probably spent her fuckboy's money for those." He said. I didn't even mind his harsh choice of words, I was trying to take in everything he was saying.

I wonder how hurt he was to come up with these things by himself... I wanted to ask him, but he might not want to talk about it.

"C'mere." He gestured to me. I moved closer and he made me turn around like he was examining me. He lifted my arm up in the air and made me do a twirl, which I definitely wasn't expecting. I ended up doing an awkward turn.

"You're good to go." He said as he slapped my butt.

"Hey, don't do that again." I said.

"What? You made a rule about that?" He answered and I stayed silent.

"Thought so." He smiled proudly. "I mean... if you really... if you feel harassed or anything, I'm sorry—"

"No it's okay. I mean... I'm not just saying this because you said that... just... not used to it." I told him the truth. I was okay with it, really. I'm not saying I liked it, but I didn't feel like he was crossing any lines.

"But you have to tell me if you don't like what I'm doing or if you don't feel comfortable, okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"Trust me. I will." I told him, making sure that he's aware of how outspoken I really am.

"Alright. Ready? Let's go." He said as he walked down the stairs and I followed him. I was suddenly too nervous to even talk and it feels like my throat's all dried up. I don't even know what I was supposed to say to her.