End Of The Day

Apparently when I left the club, Nathan made his way over to Louis. “You Lea’s boyfriend?”
Louis looks confused. “Yes.”
“Well you might want to treat her better, or you’re going to lose her.”
Louis looks all around. “Where is she?”
Nathan shakes his head. “She went home. I offered to take her back to my place, but she declined. Personally, I don’t think you deserve her.”
Nathan walks away as Louis pulls out his phone. He tries to focus enough to call Preston.

Back at the house, I change into something comfortable. Replying to a text from Louis, he asked if I was ok. “Oh, now you are worried about me? An hour ago, you didn’t know I existed.” I hit send, then I lock myself in my old bedroom. I can’t face Louis, can’t share a bed with him tonight. I’m not sure if I’m more angry, or more hurt.
I sit on the bed, staring out at the ocean. Louis texts me several more times. I don’t
even read them. I send him one final text. “I’m home safe. Please let me know when you're home safe.”
Twenty minutes later, I hear footsteps clumsily thumping up the stairs.
“Lea!” Louis yells.
I can hear him in our bedroom, looking for me. It takes his heavily intoxicated brain a few moments to realize where I must be.
The doorknob jiggles. “Lea, please let me in. I’m sorry.”
“Louis, go to bed. We will talk in the morning.”
“No Lea, please I need to see you now.”
“Louis, I won’t talk with you while you’re this drunk.”
“Lea, you aren’t being fair, Darling.”
I get up off the bed, walking to the door, yelling through it. “I’m not fair? Well, Sweetheart, you forgot I existed for well over an hour while you were surrounded by a bunch of little sluts. So really, Louis, who’s not fair?”
Silence…….
“I’m sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to.”
Lowering my voice. “Louis, go to bed. We will both think more clearly in the morning.”
“Did that guy really offer to take you back to his place?”
“Nathan? Yes he did, after he bought me a drink and kept me company for that hour.”
“Lea, please forgive me.”
“Goodnight, Louis.”
With a voice that’s cracking. “Please, Lea.”
Is he crying?
“Lea, I love you. I can’t lose you.”

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