Louis’s room always feels so much smaller when he’s upset with me. There’s nowhere to go, and he always makes me feel so small and helpless. I don’t even know if he’ll be back tonight, but I’m still too scared to go to sleep. If he comes back and I’m doing one thing that seems wrong to him, he’ll yell at me again, and I really just want for us to make up already. Whenever we get over these fights, he’s always so great, and he’ll take me out and bring me flowers and kiss me and make me laugh.
That’s the Louis I love. That’s the Louis I want back right now.
After a while, I decide to just take a shower and go from there. Maybe Harry will come home and I can ask him to let me out of the room. Harry’s always a lot nicer when Louis isn’t around. I know it’s because he pities me, but at times like these, I can’t really complain if he’ll give me a shoulder to cry on and let me out of the room for a little bit while Louis is still gone.
Honestly, most all of Louis’s friends are nice to me except for Liam and Zayn. Liam’s never liked me. He thinks that I make Louis weak. Then there’s Zayn. Zayn and I used to be really good friends until Louis got mad about that and they got into a huge fight. Louis and the guys all ‘work’ together, and so they can’t really afford to be fighting, so Zayn switched from being nice to me to being a right jerk instead. I guess I can’t blame him though, I mean, I would do anything if I knew it would make Louis happy with me.
I go to the bathroom, bringing one of Louis’s shirts and some underwear with me. I turn on the shower so it can warm up, and then start to strip out of my clothes, trying my hardest not to look in the mirror.
I almost do it. Almost, but I look. I notice that I’ve got a split lip, and there’s a bruise forming on my face. I turn around and see that I’ve got two bruises on my back too. There’s a line across my shoulder blades, and then another along my lower back, both from when Louis shoved me into the dresser. I stand there, just looking for a minute, and then suddenly snap out of it, and quickly get in the shower and spend a while in there before getting out and drying off.
I pull on the flannel shirt and button it up over my underwear. After that, I brush my hair and teeth, and wash my face too. I don’t hear anyone in the apartment, and so I decide to paint my nails and toe nails. I paint them all blue, because Louis likes blue on me. He always says it makes my eyes stand out more.
No one comes home. Not even Harry. I stay awake until three in the morning, unable to fall asleep even though there’s really nothing to do in the bedroom. I just sit in the window and look down on the streets of London, jealous of all the people out there smiling and laughing. They’re doing what they want with the people that they want to be with. Here I am, sitting in the bedroom by myself because my boyfriend locked me in after we had a fight. What did I ever do to make this happen to me?
I wake up hearing sounds in the apartment. I’m tired, and don’t really want to get up, but I open my eyes and look around. I realize I’m still sitting in the window, and that my neck is a little sore from the position I was sleeping in. I’m freezing, and wrap my arms around myself, trying to warm up as I climb down from the window sill and walk over to the door. I try the handle, but it’s still locked, and so I knock twice, calling quietly, “Louis? Harry? Is someone there?”
There are footsteps, and they keep on getting louder until there’s a click of the lock, and the door opens, revealing Harry on the other side. He asks, “How long have you been in here Evelyn?”
I look down and say, “Since before dinner last night. Louis got really upset with me. I forgot to call Chris and tell him that the shipment was late for him. Apparently Chris came to him for his share, and got pretty upset that Louis didn’t have it.”
Harry sighs, “Oh, Evelyn…”
I say, “I swear that I just forgot Harry. I had a paper due for my online class, and I couldn’t figure out how I was going to finish the conclusion and so I was trying to figure it out and time just slipped away… Louis got home upset, and then I remembered I forgot…”
He gives me a hug and asks, “Do you need to eat then?”
I nod a little, “That would probably be a good idea.”
He says, “Come on, I got a pizza on my way home. I know that pizza for breakfast isn’t the most appetizing…”
I shake my head, “It’s fine, pizza sounds great.”
He starts walking out to the living room, and I follow. I sit on the couch and pull the blanket around myself. Harry hands me a piece of pizza on a paper plate, and I eat it quickly, starving since I missed dinner last night. He hands me a second piece, and I’m eating it when I hear keys in the lock, and my eyes grow wide. Louis is going to kill me. I drop the plate and run back to our bedroom, shut the door, and sit in the corner, pulling my knees up to my chest. I hear Louis talking to Harry, saying hi and asking how he’s doing. Then he asks, “Who was eating with you? Got a girl here with you Harry?”
Please make up a lie Harry, please.
Harry says, “Uhm, no… actually Evelyn was eating. She was in the room and I figured she was hungry, so I told her to come on out.”
Why? Why did you have to do that Harry?