I stopped at the door to make sure I was at the right building.
Right place, and he's only on the second floor. I smiled to myself as I pulled at the door. At the same time there was a push. A woman was on her way out.
She couldn't have been any older than I was. Her long blonde hair was highlighted with gray. She flashed a quick smile at me, but kept the rest of her features hidden. That smile though, I've seen it a million times before.
I turned to say something to her, she was gone. The streets were empty. Not a soul to be seen.
"I must be seeing things." I said to myself.
"Louis Tomlinson. He lives here." I argued once again with the woman at the desk.
"I'm sorry sir." She typed something on her computer. "But no one by that name lives here."
I rolled my eyes and went to the elevator. I clicked the 'two' button, the elevator jerked up.
When it stopped I stepped into a room. It didn't look like anyone was home. I searched the whole place, but I couldn't find anyone. On my way back to the elevator I knocked over a box, a picture of Jaime fell out, and one of the woman I saw on my way in.
If this place belonged to her, how could she have a picture of my son?
"Liam... What a pleasant surprise." I set the pictures on the table, and turned to see exactly who I thought. Louis.
"Who is she? And why does she have a picture of -"
"Cool it Li. That's my stuff." He walked over and held up a bracelet he used to wear. "See."
"Why do you have a picture of Jamie in there?" I held it up, he snatched it away.
"Because he's as much my son as he is yours." He growled at me. When everything was put away we stood in silence. Awkward, dead, silence.
"You're thinning." He grinned at the back of my head.
"I almost forgot." I half-smiled at the thought of one day me being bald. "That gray is quite lovely. Where'd you get it?"
"You don't even want to know." He shook his head, thinking about it.
"That's okay." I sighed. " I didn't come here to reminisce."
"How did you find me?" He crossed his arms.
"You're Louis Tomlinson. It's not that hard to find you."
He smirked at the ground. "Yeah..."
"I actually came here -"
"To talk to me about Kayla." How did he know? I haven't even mentioned her.
"Louis just listen to me." I followed him into a different room. "I don't know if you heard, but she passed. She's gone." Letting the words actually come out of my mouth gave me some sort of relief, and at the same time a deep pain.
Louis burst into laughter, and I just looked at him funny. My wife is dead, the girl he tried to steal from me. The girl he claimed he loved, and would for eternity. And he can just laugh about it?
I immediately became tense. "What's so funny?"
"To understand this Liam, you must understand what I do now. Follow me."
We walked down a hall, then turned into what looked like his bedroom. We didn't stop there though. He took me towards a door at the back of the room.
"Look Liam. I don't sing anymore, I'm over that. This is what I do."
He showed me all the basic magician tricks. Was I supposed to be impressed?
"So you're a magician now? And this is some kind of joke to you?" I was becoming too angry. I came here to feel better about her death, but this has made it worse.
"Seeing how much you still care for her hurts. It really does." He shook his head as he talked to me.
"And why is that?" I could feel my fists tighten into a ball. I was getting old, but I could still throw a punch.
"Because she never really felt the same about you."
I turned my back. Hear what he has to say first Liam.
"Why do you say that Louis?" I ask.
"Because she's here Li." I felt the smile spread across his face. "She's not dead. She can see us. She can hear us too." I turned to face him, the smile was still on his face. "And best of all, she loves me, not you."