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almost eerie <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> unsettling, but that could just be Louis’ nerves. The shadows are dancing off the<br />
walls, the warm glow doing nothing for the drum of Louis’ heart, hammering harshly against his<br />
ribcage. With no more time to procrastinate, he pulls his ph<strong>on</strong>e out, biting his cheek at how it's<br />
searing like a hot coal in his palm. He doesn’t want to do this, but he’s got no other choice. A<br />
short debate takes place in his mind, begging him to launch the ph<strong>on</strong>e right at the wall with a<br />
valiant, “Fuck you dad, I’ll find a way.” But the loss of his flat <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> being thrown into the<br />
negatives in his bank account are pulling him harder.<br />
So he scrolls to his father’s name <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> presses the little ph<strong>on</strong>e ic<strong>on</strong>, crashing his teeth together with<br />
enough force to give him a headache. When the answer comes, it’s not a greeting. “Louis, I was<br />
expecting your call.”<br />
Pretentious fuck wad. “And why is that?” Louis resp<strong>on</strong>ds, keeping his t<strong>on</strong>e cool <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> relaxed. The<br />
interior of his body is shaking <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> so are his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s.<br />
“I spoke to Liam earlier today, he told me you.. weren’t doing very well.” The sentence carries no<br />
trace of worry, but a matter-of-fact t<strong>on</strong>e.<br />
Louis stays silent, Liam is an asshole. He decides that he’s going to light a bag of shit <strong>on</strong> his<br />
doorstep. He knows for a fact that Liam will be over in just a few hours to profusely apologize, as<br />
always, for talking to their father about Louis’ problems, so he might push him down the stairs<br />
instead. He’s not sure yet.<br />
“Can’t say that I was surprised, Louis. I told you this-“<br />
“Yeah, I got that. Skip the ‘I told you so,’ bullshit, I already know.” Louis spits, trying to keep the<br />
acid in his voice at a low level. If he has too much of an attitude, he can kiss any hopes of getting<br />
help goodbye.<br />
There’s a deep breath coming from the other end of the line, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s sure his father can taste the<br />
venom in his words. “I underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> that you need help, is that correct?”<br />
“I’ve been eating bread for dinner for the past week, what do you think?”<br />
“Louis.” His father warns, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis can almost see the frown <strong>on</strong> his face, “Do you need the help<br />
or not?”<br />
“Yes.” Louis sighs, rolling his eyes.<br />
There’s another silence, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> with each sec<strong>on</strong>d Louis’ stomach starts twisting <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> turning. He just<br />
wanted to hear Louis say it, to hear the admissi<strong>on</strong> come from his mouth after he had insisted that<br />
he could make this work. It really just hurts to say.<br />
“When I spoke to Liam he gave me a good idea. So I’ve arranged for you to have a flat mate.<br />
Some<strong>on</strong>e who will split the rent with you. I’ll pay this m<strong>on</strong>ths rent so you aren’t evicted, but<br />
you’ll have to get a real job <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> make it yourself, this will give you some financial relief.”<br />
“You know how much I hate it when you say ‘real job,’ when I do have a job. Just because it<br />
doesn’t involve sitting in a cubicle all day l<strong>on</strong>g doesn’t mean it’s not real.” Louis replies, feeling<br />
the anger bubbling <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he feels like a child again. He feels the way his eyes drop to the floor <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
his cheek is almost raw from how hard he’s chewing <strong>on</strong> it. He feels guilty, like he shouldn’t be<br />
doing what he’s doing. He hates the way his father makes him feel.<br />
“Right, because drawing flowers is a job, right?”<br />
“I d<strong>on</strong>’t draw, I paint. And I paint flowers because I love it, I like the colors <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the shapes <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>