Reflections

Swirls of a dark brown stared back at me- somewhat with horror and some surprise. They were lined with a thick black pencil streak and her eyelashes were pushed up and out with the makeup she was using. Her lips were pouted and a luscious pink and those wonderful cheeks were an enchanting blush.

I almost felt the need to repeat myself. Did she not here me?

"Alexandria?" I ask, straightening from my leisure position on the restaurant counter. Her friend touched her arm lightly and I glanced at her, scanning her body. Her friend was pretty, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was tiny though, with little curves or weight to find her attractive. I removed my eyes from her to focus on Alex again.

Her mouth had shut after the shock but instead her eyes were narrowed on me. I stepped back cautiously.

"Louis Tomlinson?" She asked with venom dripping low in her sweet voice. I swallowed heavily and shuffled in my spot. I've never been this nervous before.

"Hi." I answered, voice shaky and surprisingly small.

Her friend looked between us before stepping back. "You're Louis Tomlinson?" She asked like I was some pathetic loser. I scoffed at her. She did not intimidate me at all. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Alexandria made it seem like you were a sex god. You're nothing but trash on sticks."

I frowned, anger bubbling at her words. At the same time flattery spawned from what she had said. Alex thinks I'm a sex god? Hm.

"I'll leave." I murmured, deciding not to continue with them.

My Mom stood to follow me out as I waited near the car, wanting to get away from that situation as fast as possible. The fact that she saw me, and was disgusted with me, made my ego drop fast. I needed a drink.

A small hand spread over my side and I jumped at the familiarity of it.

Mum looked up at me with soft eyes and I sighed, wanting to be wrapped in her warm embrace more than anything right now. I reminded myself that I was no longer like that, and wouldn't succumb to those emotions because of a god damn girl.

"Are you alright?" She asked when realizing I wasn't going to hug her. I shrugged and turned back around. "I'm fine. I didn't know she was going to be there."

"I did."

I scowled down at her and her guilty expression. "Why would you bring me to her?!"

"Because you two need to make amends!"

"No Mom! We were already separating when I left."

She frowned and I waved her off, pissed that this was a set up. I would never tell them the real story of why I left- that I was feeling weak and not at all the man I wanted to be. But again, she walked away because of the things I would do to her.

The memories came back to me and I flinched at them.

"Honey, let's go back inside and talk about-"

"No Mom!" I snapped, pushing her away from me and fishing my keys from deep in my pockets. "I'll just meet you at home." I finished, slamming the door behind me. I watched her retreating figure in the rear view mirror.

This is why I hated being at home. There were too many recollections and I hated how they made me feel.

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