The Sass Account

Louis' POV

"Oh this is a fucking nightmare." She shut the door briskly before I could get a word in.

I actually came with a purpose. I had something for her. She needs to open up.

"Look heh, this is an exception. I promise. Never again. Just open the door this time."

I wasn't going to back down but I had to keep my voice low. It's dark and this flat complex looked like a place my Granddad could stay in.

Nothing. She was really being difficult and trying my patience.

"Open the door."

"Go away Lewis." Her muffled voice said behind the door. She totally mucked my name on purpose.

"Uh, it's LOU-EH and I just came here to give you something. Quit being such a pain and take it."

"Not a chance in hell. Now go away like a good doggie."

I'd laugh if I wasn't annoyed. I really didn't want to do this but it was just calling for me to. It's all in my name anyway since I still don't have hers.

"Open the door." I said calmly.

I heard commotion in her apartment, sounded like the radio being switched on.

"I'm busy." She pushed the blinds to the side, looking at me.

I couldn't make out the expression; all I saw was a small slit in the dim light of her face.

She moved the curtains more continuing to look at me. I couldn't read her face well, it seemed like she was thinking about something. I didn't have time for this. I should be doing something I want to do, for me. Not doing favors for some girl who holds an inane grudge.

"Please." I begged, wondering why I did. She moved away.

I leaned my arms on either side of the door. I knew she was going to be difficult. But I wasn't raised to drop things off when I do something nice for somebody else and then leave. I'm not going to back down.

I heard fumbling on the other side of the door. A chain slid and I backed away like I was burned. The door flung open.

"What?" Her arm firmly gripping door as if she was ready to shut it again at any moment.

She stared at me with fire in her eyes, gritting her teeth, jaw tense. Why does she hate me?

I prayed she wasn't going to shut the door again and pulled out what I carried. A white bag and handed it to her.

She looked at it like it was a bomb. "You forgot this."

She snatched it from my hands immediately looking in the bag. "Wha-Why did you do this?"

I swallowed. OK, start slow Louis; try not make it too personal. "Because the doctor said you need it in case, umm, you feel pain."

She looked in the bag again shaking her head. I braced myself. That didn't look like an appreciative face.

She was actually struggling to say something, was this a good thing? I didn't know. Her opening the door was making this more awkward than I thought.

"Are you OK?"

She shook her head slowly, her eyes looking up. She looked beyond surprised. I never seen anyone so stunted with words before.

"How...you didn't need to do this. I was so rude to you last time. I honestly didn't think I'd see you again." She whispered.

We jumped at the noise; it was an old couple, downstairs struggling with their bags. Guess I was right about this place. Senior center. It was a nice and quiet, slightly posh complex, though, not too dark. The dim lighting could do with some fixing. I kind of want to bolt out of here; it reminded me of apartment buildings people only pass by when they're lost.

I brought my attention back to her. "This is an exception, like I said. Part of the deal."

She raised her eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh really? I don't remember you coming back being part of the deal. Quite the opposite actually."

I bit the inside of my cheek, my work here is done. "Whatever. Have a good life."

"Well that's a nice thing to say coming from a sulking pop star. Don't worry I'm not going to TMZ with any of this." She snorted.

Wow she had a lot of nerve. Like I wasn't important enough to talk about in the media? Actually the media did care more about Harry than any of the lads. Still, not nice of her to count me out, we all work the same. Harry's not better looking than me.

Hell no.

"I don't intend to worry about anything. Usually people get to know me before they decide to actually hate me. Just some advice."

She narrowed her eyes at me, holding a weird, contorted reaction. This girl is so off.

"What makes you think I hate you?" She ask, her arms loosening.

"Well you don't not hate me."

"Cuz that makes sense." She replied sarcastically.

I sighed. My work here is actually done. I'm out. "Are we done? OK, let me rephrase that, we're done. Goodnight."

I turned around eager to get the fuck away, as far away as possible from this place. It was actually making me feel lonelier than I already am.

"Louis stop. You're being ridiculous. I don't hate you." She said quickly.

I stopped at the stairs but didn't turn around. Why did she have to go and say that? It's easier to say you despise someone than to actually give them a chance. Why should I? I had Charlotte. She mattered more. I was sacrificing my night to get to know her the longer I spend with this head case. All I wanted to do was deliver her prescription, be away and then talk to the person I planned to. She was nowhere near the person I wanted to be around now.

I had to. I couldn't do this. Shit don't crumble. Green light means go.

Why am I pulled into this once again? I know I have better things to do. I made my body move.

"I said stop." She said curtly.

No don't say that. Let me get away.

I heard rustling behind me, steps inching toward me but I couldn't move now.

"No, um, I've got to go. Yeah, sorry I came by." I really meant that. This girl was getting in my head and I didn't know what the fuck was going to happen to me if I stayed longer.

I ran downstairs in a huff making a finite line towards my car. I swung open the door and barricaded whatever's left of me inside.

This is fucked up now. And it's probably about to get even worse. Silver lining: as long as I tried not think of it anymore then it won't be an issue. Which it wasn't. What the fuck am I talking about?

Why is she making me think so much about my life? She barely said anything to me this time. She wasn't even rude. I ran away because I was scared.

She treated me like an equal. I wasn't fawned over but at the same time I didn't feel accepted either. Did I want it from her? Didn't matter really. She's an anonymous girl.
Charlotte. She gets me. I took out my phone but jumped in place.

Thunder cracked through the sky. I knew what this meant and shut the door. I brought my arms around the wheel and covered my face inside the circle.

I started to send a message to Charlotte but deleted it. I can't burden her with my issues. But I thought I didn't have any? What the fuck? OK, this is simple now; do I stay here moping or do I go?

Then again there is always the third choice.

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