I Can't Stop Even If It's Wrong!!

Chapter 2

She looked around and then said, "I'll be back in a jiffy".

I looked around too. The walls, the paintings, the decor, everything about this mansion screamed 'designed by an exquisite professional'. In that moment, my father nudges my forearm and asks me if I like the house. I nodded and said it looked good.
We sat for a minute until I felt the need to use the restroom. Apparently, constantly drinking water while waiting for someone, isn't a good idea. There was noone around to ask where the washroom could be but to my relief, Ms. Jonnah or Jane, perhaps,  came into the living room and when I asked, she pointed me in the direction.
I followed her directions, 'up the stairs, to the right, at the far end of the hallway' and found the restroom to finally relieve my bladder. I zipped up my jeans and got out after washing my hands properly. As I was making my way back to the living room, I heard Ms. Jane talking to someone. I saw a door partly open, but I put my ear to listen first.

"Louis c'mmon, Don't be like this. At least come downstairs! You've been in your room for most of the day" Ms. Jane said in a pleading voice.1

"Go. Away!" The voice sounded young but scratchy to me.
I peeked through the partly open door and saw a figure lying on the bed, wrapped in a grey duvet. What did she call him? Louis? Is that like French? Are they french?
His face wasn't visible to me as majority of his upper body was covered by Ms. Jane standing but I caught a glimpse of his hand that was lying freely beneath his head. It wasn't very clearly visible but he was wearing a light green sweatshirt. Ms. Jane was desperately trying to wake this guy- Louis- up.

"Fine! If you are not downstairs in five minutes, I am bringing them upstairs to meet you!" Ms. Jane said sternly.

"Thank you for the warning Mum! Now I will make sure my door is locked when you leave." Louis, said in an amusing tone, still lying in the same position. I thought, his sarcasm is good.

There was quite for a moment and I figured I should head down, and as I was about to move, I hear Louis shout, "What the hell!?"

I turn my head and see that Ms. Jane has ripped the duvet off of him and was folding it.

"Get up! Or you will be grounded for a week, with no friends, college, games or phone!" She sounded really angry.
And the person at the receiving end, (Louis), also seemed equally irritated.
And since, I didn't want to be at the receiving end of any of their anger, I just walked away and headed downstairs, to find my father at the exact same place, the only change was that he was checking his phone.

"Took u long enough, is everything ok?" He asked me a little concerned.

"Everything's fine Dad, just got lost." i said comforting him.

A few moments later, Ms. Jane is heading towards us, along with Louis. His hair were messy, and he was wearing a black jumper. He seemed tall but not as tall as me. His eyes were dived in the phone he was carrying in one hand and his other hand went through his hair, when he saw us sitting.

"This is Louis, my son. Louis, this is Dan and Harry." Ms. Jane said introducing us.

His expression was unchanged. But seeing as he had to escape getting grounded, he sighed and nodded at us, with his lips forming a straight line. His hands dig into the pockets of his jumper, along with his phone.

"Louis, why don't you show Harry to his room upstairs. I will call you guys when the dinner's ready." She said, ordering rather than requesting.

I was not pleased with that suggestion and judging by the way Louis's face contorted in annoyance, I assumed the feeling was mutual. After a death glare from her side, he finally looked at me and gestured me to follow him. I honestly didn't want to follow him, but I guess my father didn't feel the same way. He nudged my hand to get up and follow, which, I sadly did.

I was walking slowly behind him. For some reason, it was feeling way more awkward than it should've been. By the time, i had started following him, he was already reaching the upper floor. He didn't even stop to look if I am following or not, which somehow made things easier for me. We were moving down the hallway, only this time it was in opposite direction. He stopped before a room, and opened it. He stepped in and so did I.

The room was painted in a scheme of mustard yellow and white. It had a sofa, a king sized bed, a tv, a table and a chair to study and a dressing table with a spacious wardrobe alongside the window. The room was nice. The air felt fresh. The rays of sun were filling the room. The carpeted floor was shining in the sunlight and the bed was set and neat. I turned around to thank Louis but he was gone. The door was still open, but I closed it.

I sat on the bed, feeling awkward. This wasn't my room, or my bed. There is no familiarity to anything present in the room. Sure, it was spacious and big and nice, but it wasn't My room! There were no 'Beatles' posters. No books or vinyl records. No messy tables and chairs. And there was no annoying sibling to share the room with! Shit!! I had forgotten I had mild anxiety. All of this newness was making my heart throb. How will I live here? I plop down on my back, covering my face with my palms, with one word constantly popping in my mind, "Shit!!" And then i remembered, I had to call Gemma. I fished my cellphone out of my jean pocket and dialed her no. "The person you are calling is not answering". I sighed and put the phone on the bed.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Gemma's last words to Dad, were ringing in my ears and the silence in the room wasn't really helping. So, i decided to get my bag from downstairs. 

When I stepped out of my room, I saw that Louis was stepping out of his room too. It looked like he was going somewhere. He was wearing a  red t-shirt and denim jeans. His hair were set in a quiff and he was holding a leather jacket in one hand. He looked at me and then, headed downstairs. I also headed downstairs, slowly. When I reached the second last stair, I heard him yelling, "Am going to Zayn's. Don't know when I will be back". He grabbed a helmet and keys and left on a bike. I simply went to get my bag and noticed that neither Dad nor Ms. Jane was anywhere to be found. It felt extremely disgusting, so, I shrugged off the thought of them being busy together. I went back to my room, set the bag on the table and plopped on the bed, deep in thought, and soon, I drifted off to sleep.