Good Morals [Larry Stylinson]

Ch. Six | You're a Sad Little Shit, Louis

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The scent of scrambled eggs filled Louis's nose, and he ignored it for a few seconds until he realized that he obviously wasn't the one cooking them, and it also clicked in his head that he lived alone, and he was currently sleeping on a couch. His eyes widened and he fell off the couch, getting up and walking quickly into the kitchen. The living room had been dark so when Louis entered the brightly lit kitchen he winced. "Fuck," he exclaimed, causing whoever was with him to sigh heavily. "Louis, go back to the living room. I'm cooking you eggs. I'm bringing you some water as well, I dunno how much you drank last night, but dear god," she mutters the last part. Louis's heart drops at those words, and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. He finally forced himself to speak, though. "I didn't say anything stupid, right? I didn't do anything-or we didn't-"

"No, Louis, god," his friend exclaims, but then takes in a deep breath, pursing her lips, "Well, no, you and I didn't do anything. To answer the first question of did you say anything stupid," she bites her lip, turning to meet Louis's worried gaze, "Just sit down, take a water. I'll bring in your food and we'll chat, alright," she finishes, and Louis just sighs, "Thanks Eleanor," he mumbles before shuffling back into the living room and onto the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes and he hears Eleanor walk in and set the plate of food down on the coffee table in front of him. She sits down next to him, and he slowly opens his eyes and grabs the plate of food and the fork in front of him. He picks at it before taking a bite, chewing and swallowing. "Just tell me what stupid shit I said," he muttered grumpily. Eleanor sighed heavily, "Well, all I know is you called me because you were drunk off your ass and you were rambling about some kid at school, and then you needed me to pick your up because you couldn't drive. Then during the drive you cried about being sad because you're lonely," she crossed her arms, leaning against the back of the couch.. Louis's body tensed. Rambling about some kid at school. What was that supposed to mean? "Anything else? What kid at school, what was that about?"

"It was hard to make out anything you were really saying, Lou. Just jumbled words of 'cute' and 'sweet' and you mentioned kissing someone, but you were piss drunk, so I know it meant nothing. Look, it's fine. But why were you drinking so hard? You never drink, and you haven't since-"

"Yeah, well maybe I feel like shit, El."

The girl sighed, "Louis, I'm gonna find you a boyfriend," she stood up, and Louis follows her actions quickly, picking up the plate of eggs that had barely been touched. "El, please don't," he whined. "No, you're acting like a sad little shit and you need someone who isn't me to take care of you," she shakes her head. "And," she smiles, "You're in luck, I met this lovely lad a while back, he's a great friend, I'm sure you'd like him too," she took Louis's plate from him, scraping the food away with slight disappointment, but didn't say anything. "How about you two meet?"

"Today? As in the same day I'm unbelievably hungover and exhausted and stressed? Funny," Louis scoffed, shaking his head. "I just wanna sleep," he grumbled, "So, drive me down to the pub so I can get my car and drive home. I'll let you know by tomorrow if I'm up for meeting your friend," he trudges over to the coat rack, slipping on his jacket and shoes, staring at his friend blankly. "Louis, you're being a twat."

"And you're any better? I hope you're not just pulling an 'oh I have two gay friends let's make them date' because that's low," Louis frowns, "Just get me to the pub," he opens the front door, feeling the bitter cold hit his face. Eleanor scoffs behind him, grabs her keys, and puts on her shoes and coat, pushing past Louis and they get into her car. The five-minute drive to the pub was filled with angry silence. Neither of them said anything as Louis got out of her car and she drove off. He found his car, being as it was-he quickly checked his phone-ten in the morning. Why did he have to go out and do this? Couldn't he have just gotten drunk at home? He thought about it the entire drive home, and when he closed and locked the door behind him, and even when he went down the hall into his room and flopped down on his bed. He laid there until he dozed off, too (emotionally and physically) exhausted to do anything.
    He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for but when he was woken up it was already a bit dark outside. He could only guess he'd been asleep for quite a few hours. He grabbed his phone, which was the reason he woke up, and instinctively answered the call without checking out the number or contact.

Oh, what a mistake that was.

    "Hello, is this Loueh," the voice on the other end called out. Louis sat up instantly. Their voice was deep, no, it couldn't be. It wasn't his voice. It was impossible, Louis had never put out his number, never has, he always gives it directly to someone. "Yeah, who's this," he asks. "El sent me, name's Dominic," the voice on the other side explained. Louis groaned, "I'm sorry, mate, I dunno why she sent you," he bit his lip as he stared down at his bedsheets. He didn't know why he thought he heard him. This man on the phone sounds nothing like him. "Thass alright, mate! She just said to give you a call, see what you're up t' tomorrow," he said, and the energy the guy, Dominic, had annoyed Louis a bit, because why couldn't he be that happy? Eleanor was right, he was being a sad little shit. So, he just sighed, "N-nothing. Well, I suppose I need new clothes, getting a bit tired of the ones I've got. Plus being a teacher now," Louis closed his eyes, "I could use some nicer things for that," he opened his eyes and got up off of his bed, his head still hurting like a bitch. He knew it would be better soon. "Well, then, how 'bout we head to the mall tomorrow, yeah," Dominic beamed from the other side of the phone. Louis smiled at that. Not a huge smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Yeah, see you then," Louis said quietly. "Alright, lad. See you then," Dominic said before hanging up.
And that night Louis did sleep, and he slept well, knowing he wouldn't be alone tomorrow. He was still unhappy, of course, because even getting shit-faced couldn't get his stupid horrible mood to go away, quite clearly. But he supposed that didn't matter as long as he got out of the house and didn't make himself even sadder. Dominic sounded like an alright guy anyway.