WRECKED

2. Broken toys and a new friend

Kayla explained things to me pretty well. They were always going out so they would take turns to 'baby sit' me while the others were out.
Mondays were Louis,
Tuesdays were Niall,
Wednesdays, Harry,
Thursdays were Liam,
Fridays, Zayn and
Saturdays with Kayla.
They didn't go out on Sundays: I guess it was their fun night.

Apparently, today's a Monday and it's Louis to 'babysit' me
We're currently on the couch trying to get to know each other.
"So, what's your full name?" He asks.
"Eugenia Marie Cosgrove, You?"
" Louis Tomilson, Fave colour?"
"Pink"
"Ew. Green. Fave meal?"
"Pancakes."
"Chicken fingers."
I'm about to ask a question of my own when the doorbell rings.

"I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable," He says before going to check the door.
My eyes roam the large house and I take in everything. The walls are painted white and the place looks really...castley? Is that even a word? But, I gotta admit, the place is huge!
Ugh! Where is Louis? It's been five minutes! Oh well, he said to make myself comfortable. I mean, I live here now. I might as well get to know the place.
I stand up from the soft, comfy,surprisingly long couch and head towards the stairs, my hands trailing on it lightly.
I reach the hallway where the rooms are. Hmm. Which one to enter? One really looks out of place. The door is black in the midst of all white glory. It's slightly open and my eyes are glued to it. Really, what's more tempting than a door?! I advance slowly towards it and I slip inside. I really shouldn't be doing this. Dad said it wasn't nice to snoop around. Speaking of dad...
I push that to the back of my mind as my eyes take in the room. What am I doing here again?
I'm about to leave when  Somethimg catches my eye as I stare at a ballerina toy. God, it's so beautiful, it brings back memories.
"Honey, I want you to have something." My mum said handing me the toy.
I marvel at it and I squeal like a four year old who just received a brand new Barbie collection.
"Thank you thank you thank you!"
I never forgot.
I never forgot that day and I never will.
A tear threatens to slip from my eyes and I blink it back immediately. I am never going to be a sobbing mess again.
I'm lost in my thoughts and the beauty of the object that I don't notice an inner door open.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
Oh no.
I'm so scared that the object falls from my hands. Pieces of the toy scatter all around me. Why am I so clumsy?
I turn slowly to see a seething Zayn glaring at me. His brown eyes drop to the newly destroyed. Of all people. It just had to be him. Oh God.
"Shit," he curses.
I can't just stand here without saying anything and I drop to the floor to try to arrange the broken ballerina.
"I am sooo very sorry, Zayn,"
By the look on his face, I can see that this meant a lot to him. What have I done? It's just my second day and I'm already causing trouble! I really wanted to make a good impression. I have to fix this. I try to piece it together but it doesn't work.
"Just leave,"
I look up. Oh my God! How did I not notice that he's in a towel and it's wrapped loosely around his waist! His black hair is messy and some of it is glued to his face. Come to think of it? He didn't go with the others to the party. Huh. I guess this guy's a puzzle I need to piece together.
Coming back to more pressing matters, stupid I think and I mentally slap myself.
"I'll fix it. I can. God, I'm so sorry," I still try to fix it while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I know what losing something precious feels like.
He looks like he's trying to contain his anger. Why why why why me?
"I just have t-"
"Just go"
I take a look at him and I see something besides anger in his eyes. Is it hurt, ... pain?
From the anger radiating of him, I decide it best to just leave.
I stand abruptly though reluctantly.
"I'm sorry." I say as I walk out of the room and rush to my room.
When I get in, I lock the door and slide to the floor. What is your problem, Genie? You just had to go snooping around in other people's rooms! I am so stupid! I just seem to cause trouble everywhere I go. Everywhere. Ugh! Why does life hate me so much?
I look up at the sound of a soft knock on the door.
I quickly put on a smile. Obviously fake, before opening the door. It's Louis.
He let's himself in and looks down at me.
"Are you okay?"
I nod curtly though I feel like hell. Man, I am just full of tears.
His eyes study my face gently, knowing that I lied but decides to leave it that way.
He hugs me gently and lets go after a while. Then, my slow, stupid mind reminds me.
"Hey, where were you?" I see it as a way of changing the subject.
A ghost of a smile plays in his lips before releasing a smirk.
"A friend," he says simply.
"But I guess she's more than that," he adds.
From the smirk taking over his features, I understand immediately.
I hit him lightly on the shoulder before we remember we have a game to get back to.
Congratulations, Louis, you're my new friend.
As we ask questions and laugh at times, my mind keeps wandering to the trouble I caused.
So much for making a good impression.
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