End Of The Day

The notifications on my twitter are astronomical. Louis just posted a selfie of us in bed together. He tagged me and wrote. “Please forgive me. I miss you, Lea.”
Tracy sits next to me. “You alright?”
“Louis is pretty private, I’m shocked he posted that.”
“Honey, it’s cause he’s desperate to get you back. He’s putting his pride aside. Maybe it’s time you did too.”
“Is that what you think this is? My pride?”
“Honestly? A little.”
“I need to know that I can get a job on my own. Not because I’m Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend. If that’s pride, then yes.”
“No, the pride is you not giving Louis a chance to explain. Assuming what happened. Not realizing that everyone makes mistakes.”
I look down, perhaps more confused than ever.
“Lea, you have to decide. Which is more important to you? Your pride, or having Louis in your life? “
I take a deep breath.
“He’s not perfect, and neither are you, Sweetie.”
She pats my leg. “I have an appointment to get to.”

After she leaves, I lay on the bed, wearing Louis’ hoodie. The note and card he gave me on my lap, surrounded by the roses. I take a deep breath then push the appropriate buttons on my phone. Louis immediately answers my request to facetime.
“Hello Lea, you look beautiful.”
I take a moment to admire his handsome face. I’ve missed him so much.
“Louis, I look horrible.”
“No, Love, you look beautiful to me. I’ve missed you.”
“Louis, please listen to me. Thank you for the flowers, they’re gorgeous. The card, the note, the sandwich, and flying Tracy in. Thank you. And the tweet...I love that picture of us. I want you to know that I understand what that tweet represents. If you promise me that you will eat and get some sleep, well then we can probably get together soon to talk.”
“That’s all you want?”
“Yes, Louis, I want you to take care of yourself.”
“I promise, Lea. I love you.”
“I need to go. Please eat something.”
“I will.”
“Louis?”
“Yes?”
“I love you, too.”
I hit the end button before he can say anything.

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