He moped his way until Sunday, caught in a cloud of self pity. He had Martha send his food to his room, not wanting to accidentally bump into any of his servants. He didn't want to talk or see anybody.
On Sunday, things changed.
"Hey. Butthead. Up."
He snorted and woke up. It was maybe eleven in the morning, the latest lie in he'd had in years. He'd binged on a pack of oreos and wine the night before, and now he was regretting it.
"Get up, you idiot." It was Lottie, standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed.
"What is it?" he whined. "I don't have the patience to hear you complain more about Mum. My life is kind of in pieces right now."
"You're pathetic," said Lottie. "Look at you. You're worse off than when you ended things with Eleanor, and I thought that was bad. If your feelings for this girl are that strong, what the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" asked Louis. He began throwing out the empty wine bottle and oreo packages.
"Remember what you told me?" asked Lottie incredulously. "You said she was special."
Louis rubbed his stubble and sighed.
"I did. Because she was."
"Then why did you try to control her life, make her give up her career? Dude, were you that afraid that she was going to leave you? You're the celebrity, why are you such an insecure douche?"
"I didn't," he explained. "The statement wasn't written by me."
"Did she know that?"
"I'm pretty sure it was a misunderstanding," he admitted sadly. "But there's nothing I can do. I went to her room to apologize but she didn't even want to see me."
"Obviously," said Lottie rolling her eyes. "And you gave up after that, didn't you? Now she's back in the States, and I don't think she's going to blow money to come here again anytime soon."
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked defensively. "Call her? She doesn't have the money for a long distance phone call, she'd get even madder at me. And if I showed up at her front door, she'd probably call the police."
"Smart girl," said Lottie approvingly. "I would too if you acted like such a pussy."
"I'm not a pussy," said Louis. "And don't use that language. Also, how do you keep getting into my house?"
"They keep letting me in because I'm related to you," admitted Lottie. "And yes, you are. I can't believe you're pining over this girl, going to give her up when I've never seen you this happy about dating anyone before. Yes, I'm cynical because of Mum, but I'm not that cynical. I saw how much she affected you, I mean, just look at yourself!"
"I don't have a mirror in here," said Louis dryly.
"You've got bloodshot eyes, chocolate biscuit crumbs all around your mouth, you're unshaved, you're smelly and you're a bloody mess!"
"Don't give her up, Louis. You wronged her, you didn't explain it to her, you've got to go apologize. Grow a pair, would you?"
"Do you think she would forgive me?" he asked suddenly, ignoring the insults.
"I don't know, I only met her for like, five minutes, but she was nice to me. If she doesn't, at least you guys can end things properly so you can get some damn closure and you can get on with your lives. You look like a zombie, seriously."
"I'm gonna go get Martha to make me some espresso, Mum's downstairs too, with the whole crew. We've been worried about you. You haven't called since the press release disaster."
He sighed, changed into less-smelly clothes and went to go wash his face. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he grimaced. Lottie was right. He looked like an absolute wreck.
Mum was sitting on the couch. Martha had already replaced his stained carpet, he noted. She rose to greet him with a hug.
"How are you doing, love?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Mum," he said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes like he'd done as a kid when he'd messed up.
"We saw what happened," she said sympathetically. "If you want to get out, have dinner with us tonight for old times sake, might help, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I'll do that, thanks Mum," he replied automatically. Getting out might feel good. "Where are the baby twins?" he asked, noting his other siblings raiding his cabinets, along with Lottie.
"Oh, you know, Daniel's watching them," she said, hesitantly, searching his face for his reaction.
"That's lovely," smiled Louis. "Things are going good then, after the honeymoon?"
"Ooh yes," said Mum. "And thank you for taking care of Lottie too, really appreciate it," she whispered.
"MUM! I can hear you!" called Lottie, her mouth full of...something.
"Well, I'll bring the car around to the front," said Mum, smiling.
"If you could wait just a moment?" asked Louis. "I've got to go do something first."
He ran upstairs, found his laptop and quickly bought a couple of last minute plane tickets online. Luckily, he could book a flight for the next day, but only if he road coach instead of his preferred first class. Lottie was right. He needed closure, in whatever form it might take. Before he could regret his decision, he shut the computer and went back outdoors to enjoy the rest of the day with his family.