Living Disasters

The second I told Niall that Louis could stay with us he started cleaning. For the next three days it was like I couldn't sit or stand anywhere without getting in the way of either a dust rag or a vacuum cleaner. Niall had sent Paco cowering under my bed and I could barely get him out of there to go on a walk. I was beginning to think that I should have asked Niall the all important question of when exactly Louis was moving in.

Dragging our reluctantly puppy from under my bed I clipped the leash onto his small collar. To keep him from running under anything low of of terror I carried him to the door. Niall was bustling around the kitchen with a cylinder of bleach wipes wiping down the surface for the millionth time. Our apartment was probably cleaner than it had been since we moved in (with the exception of my room, I had banned Niall from touching anything in there).

"I'm taking Paco for a walk." I stated.

Niall gave me a glance and a nod before going back to his cleaning. I suppose I was to blame for his silence. Once I'd said yes Niall's conversation had revolved solely around Louis until I'd finally yelled at him that unless he had something to say that wasn't Louis related he shouldn't talk to me. That was probably the other reason why I didn't know when Mr. aspiring rock star was going to join us.

"Could you pick up food?" Niall asked before I closed the door.

I was about to come back with a smart alec remark about why should we have a clean kitchen if we were just going to eat take out again tonight. But I had already been hard enough on Niall during the last few days. Not being asked before Louis was invited hadn't sat as well with me as I'd let on and I knew I'd been downright bitchy because of it.

Paco pulled me down the street convinced he needed to pee on every light pole there was. But I was okay with his slower pace because it let me think. I'd had more on my mind lately than our new house guest. Both of my parents had been on a mission for me to spend my next holiday with them. I hated being in right in the middle of their petty competitions.

The smell wafting from the greek place on the corner sent my stomach growling and checking the clock I figured that Paco had had enough of a walk. Which was reinforced as he sat in a puddle and gave me a look that told me he was tired and done walking. Grimacing I picked him up the water from his stomach leaking through my sweater. Picking up what was probably way too much food I headed home keeping an eye on the darkening sky.

"No fucking way!" The unfamiliar gave me a pause when I reached the apartment door.

Niall's cackle after told me that it wasn't some odd intruder. Shaking my head I cracked open the door. Niall was plopped on the couch his feet on his freshly cleaned table and a head of stringy brown met my gaze from over the top of my usual chair. Paco squirmed in my arms begging to be freed, once I let him go he rushed right over to Niall and launched himself onto his lap.

"Traitor." I muttered as I made my way into the living room setting the bags down the coffee table.

Turning to my chair I was met with a pair of impossibly blue eyes. I had often told Niall that he had the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen but he'd just been bested. I assumed by the can of beer in his hand and the lack of shoes that this was Louis. We'd never actually met before but despite his eyes something about him irked me.

It might have been the excessive cockiness I could already tell was radiating off of him. It might have been the fact that he didn't appear to actually take care of himself as was apparent by his greasy hair and weeks old stubble. He also had a look about him like this was now his apartment.

"You're in my seat." I stated with pursed lips. I knew it came out harsher than I'd intended.

"Already kicking your guest out of a seat?" He asked with a smirk.

"You're Niall's guest not mine."

"Ni mate, you never told me your new partner in crime was a bitch."

I'm sure my mouth hung open as my mind processed what he had just called me. Within 30 seconds of meeting me he had already taken my seat and called me a bitch. I was beginning to think this wasn't a good idea.

"I'm sorry if I want my seat after a long day. I think I've actually earned it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well from what Niall's told me you're a washed up good for nothing poser who'd rather overstay his friend's hospitality than actually grow up."

It was Louis' turn to give me an exasperated look. I could see Niall in his peripheral vision going to say something but Louis stopped him by opening his obscenely large mouth.

"So you think that spending a lot of money to relive your high school fantasies again and get a piece of paper that is essentially worthless makes you better than me little miss perfect."

"At least I'm trying to make something out of my life."

"By striving to work in a white walled cubicle full of people you hate for the rest of your life going blind by staring at too small words? Gah! You can have that life."

"I'd rather work in a cubicle than end up on a street corner with a cardboard sign because I can't even take care of myself."

At this point Niall decided that it was time to jump in between the prick and I as he gave me a disapproving gaze. I gave him telling him it wasn't me who had started it even though I know I had certainly accelerated it.

"Louis meet Macy, Macy this is Louis." Niall stated in an obvious ploy to try and end our arguing.

"Now if you both will stop acting like children we can settle down to some food Macy brought home for us."

Giving Niall a glare I picked up the bag of food I brought home. Sticking out my tongue out at him I tossed my hair over my shoulder and grabbing Paco headed back to my room. Pricks and roommates who call me childish don't deserve perfectly good Greek food.

Notes

So this took longer than I though but here's the next chapter in Living Disasters.

What do you guys think of Louis? Do you think that Macy totally overreacted?

And I know it's pretty early on but what do you guys think Louis/Macy or Niall/Macy?

Let me know what you think,
Kisses,
Scarlett