Quesoftheday: What's your usual/favourite coffee order?

The shivering cold air hitting my feet wakes me up as I open my eyes slowly, trying to curl up my toes to cover them under the blanket. I frown closing my eyes and open it again as the realization of me having office today hits me. Opening my eyes properly this time, I sit up on the bed immediately comprehending that I'm not in my room. Oh shit I'm in Louis' room and he's not here. The good thing is I'm wearing whatever I was wearing yesterday night and the better thing is I remember we just cuddled and slept away talking about aliens. Well drunk Louis is the cutest thing anyone would dream about in life.

"Morning."

I turn my gaze to the direction the raspy morning voice came from, removing the blanket from me. I try to remember the last time I woke up and almost had a panic attack but not a single memory crosses my mind. So he just gave me my first morning panic attack in life just by walking inside the bedroom with his sweaty appearance after jogging. Obviously jogging, he doesn't go to gym as per as my noted memory from Spain.

Louis looks at me pressing the white towel against his glowing stubbles before pulling out the headband off of his hair, throwing it into the laundry basket beside.

"Good morning Louis." I somehow utter and manage to climb down the bed, stretching out my hands and yawning at the same time to calm down the cozy feeling inside me.

"You can have shower here, I'd meet you at the breakfast table in half an hour." His bold words comes out of his thin lips before he leaves the room.

I take a moment to match up the guy who just left the room with the guy who he was yesterday. The feeling of failing to understand him from time to time makes me a bit upset but I remind myself that it's not the first time I'm failing to understand him. For him, I'm an impossible thing and for me, He's a hard thing to understand. So somehow we both manage to make it an equal partnership when it comes to our inabilities.

Pissing myself off, I realize that I don't have any proper dress to change into to go to my office. Being confused of what to do, I climb downstairs and see Louis doing something inside the kitchen. Tiptoeing, I step closer as I regret for stepping this closer to this man again.

He's wearing a black button up shirt which is not tucked in his off white pants, the full sleeves are rolled down his elbows. I silently giggle as I hear him singing along with a song I've never heard of. Is it me imagining peculiar or he really did sway his bums twice while spreading the butter on his toasted bread?

"Don't you think you should keep a video so that you can tease the kitchen dancer later?"

I turn around uneasily when Johannah's whisper reaches my ears. I smile back and we both share a victorious stare as she succeeds to make a boomerang of Louis swaying his bum. This time we both burst in laughter as Johannah replays the video in her instagram draft.

"What? You two finally found an old guy to spend your life with but unfortunately it's the same guy?" Louis makes both of us to look at each other and then we both look at him with our arms crossed over our chests.

"I didn't know you consider yourself so old Louis." Johannah rolls her eyes before pulling a smirk over her lips. "Now we know what happens when you're alone in the kitchen so don't try to offend us with your words sweetheart."

Louis rolls his eyes as Johannah walks towards him and messes up his hair, fixing his fringe immediately as I giggle looking at him. I stop giggling when he passes me a death glare, rising up his eyebrow at me in a not so funny way. I surrender my hands and walk towards Johannah to ensure my safe zone.

"I haven't' bring anything to wear to my workplace, so I've to go back to my place...................."

"None is going back! Why the hell would you go back! Did I not mention I'm making us breakfast?" Louis' yell cuts me off as I turn around and feel like a helpless cat who broke into the fridge and her master caught her red handed.

Does that feeling make any sense? I guess not but who said I even care about being sensual!

"So what I'm supposed to do? Go to work with my grey sweatpants and hoodie jacket?" I mumble looking at him as Johannah leaves poor me with Louis inside the kitchen, her intentions proved with the smirk she put before leaving.

"What you're supposed to do is," He rolls his eyes and whispers stepping forward, "Follow me to my bedroom," I swallow the lump inside my throat stepping backwards as Louis emphasizes the word bedroom, "take of your clothes", taking a bite of his sandwich while his gaze is still on me, "And have shower till I give you Lottie's clothes."

I blink repeatedly as he stops stepping closer but doesn't break the gaze, his lips slowly turning into a playful smirk. I open and close my mouth, look down and then look up, tuck hair behind my ears to calm myself own but it doesn't help.

"You look so red when my blue gaze is on you, even with your clothes on." His palm reaches my cheek as his smirk sends chills all over my body. "Isn't it quite tempting in a cold Friday morning, Reen?"

"Oh Jesus I just came here to drink water but we need holy water here!"

Louis and I both are caught off guarded as Niall's thick Irish accent starts bombing inside the kitchen. I walk fast to the fridge and curse under my breath, once I'm hidden behind the big fridge door.

"Hey Niall, what made you up so early today? Don't you have breakfast at your place?" Louis asks Niall keeping his expression straight as he rolls a green apple in his hands, throwing it to Niall as he catches it deftly.

"Even if I didn't, I won't even touch anything inside the kitchen today." Niall laughs sarcastically as I finally manage to smile looking at him. "God knows what was cooking here before I entered."

Before I could realize, I see Niall running out of the kitchen like a fly as Louis starts chasing him like a honeybee. I giggle and call Bebe to know about Fiona. My mind is put at ease knowing that Fiona is more than alright with her and it takes me ages to make Bebe believe that I haven't had any red room experience with Louis last night. Finally I walk upstairs to Louis' room and take a quick shower so that I don't get late.

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"Neon blue with a bit golden sparks should be fine."

I nod looking at my laptop's screen as Shawn stands by my chair, holding the file in his hands. Printing the template for Shawn as he's having some problem with his printer, I relax my back on the chair and he walks out of the conference room. My eyes fall down on my lap and I giggle lightly when I see mum has sent me a snap of Fiona and dad building lego house together.

I sigh sadly when I'm reminded about dad. I still remember how I'd walk around the house with my eyes closed because the first face I want to see in the morning is his. For an unknown reason, his love towards me was a bit extra than his love towards my twin sister and Oren never complained about this unconcealed truth though mum would always scold dad for treating me better. About mum, she's always equal when it comes to us. I know dad is just a guest of few days but I don't know how I would be able to make myself up after the man who brings out all my pain with his fingertips just by running his fingers in my hair. But I know somehow I'd make it up like I always do, that's what he made be believe.

"Reen?" I look above and stand up from my chair as Zayn pecks his head inside the conference room. "You haven't gone home yet?"

I look at the time and frown to myself as Zayn asks me if I'm alright. Assuring my state being well, Zayn walks away and I walk out of the room collecting my things after him, walking to the parking lot. Driving my tired self to home, I'm warmly welcomed by Fiona hugging me with a jump. Sharing some quick sweet chat with her, I walk towards the kitchen as a delicious smell creates a frenzy from my nose to all the way to my stomach.

"Oh my goodness mum I love you more than you love me I bet on cookies!" I hug mum from behind as I notice her baking piece of heavens, I mean cookies.

"Oh really? Then why you didn't tell me about your sweet boyfriend?"

I keep standing there with a cookie shoved half inside my mouth as mum utters those uneven words looking at me. Pushing the full cookie inside my mouth and taking some time to swallow it down, I look at mum with a blank expression.

"Which boyfriend?" I shrug my shoulders furrowing my eyebrows.

"Like you've too many?" Mum sighs dramatically as she puts another tray of cookies inside the oven.

"Oh cmon mum!" I roll my eyes, keeping to walk behind her as she goes out of the kitchen.

"Mum are you misplacing me with Oren. But Oren has broken up..................."

"Louis you want some cookies love?"

I stop with my jaws dropped open as I see Louis playing chess with dad beside the fireplace. He looks at me through the few strands of hair falling over his eyebrows on both side of his forehead. I knock myself into reality when dad calls me with a huge smile on his face. He gestures me to sit on the handle of the couch beside him and lean forward.

"I've always expected the best from you and you've never let my expectations sink in the river of hopelessness Reen. This lad reminds me of my younger self." I look at dad's sparkling eyes surprisingly as he squeezes my hand once he's finished whispering those words to me.

I look at Louis and thankfully he's staring at the chess board in front of him attentively. I stick up my tongue looking at dad as he silently giggles and winks at me raising up his thumbs at Louis whose gaze is still on the board.

"Excuse me." Louis stands up with a minimum smile on his face and walks out as I plan to use the opportunity of asking him about his sudden visit to my house.

"How are you here? I mean...................."

"You left your clothes at my place but I forgot to bring it. I'd bring it some other time." Louis tells once there's none around us.

"Oh really?" I smirk crossing my arms over my chest as the bad liar speaks out.

"No don't force me to push you against the wall and make you silent by.................."
I look at his lust full of marine eyes as he stands only an inch away from me.

"Fiona!" I push Louis away with a jerk and walk towards the staircases as I notice Fiona standing there.

Fiona looks at Louis widening her eyes and then looks at me. She continues the same process as three of us remains silent.

"Fionaaa don't like youuu, Fiona don't like Loueeehhhhh." Fiona mumbles loudly keeping her big teddy bear close to her chest before running upstairs to her room.

"Fiona!" I yell her name and intend to follow her but Louis stops me. "I'm sorry Louis, I don't know what's wrong with her and............"

"Calm down Reen." Louis whispers cupping my cheeks.

"She needs you Reen, don't be loud with her please."

I nod as Louis walks towards dad's room again. Running my fingers in my hair in frustration, I manage to keep myself steady while walking towards Fiona's room. I decide not to interrupt when I see her on mum's lap, mum rocking her back on forth as her puffy eyes gets sleepy. Maybe later I can have a conversation with her about her negative attitude towards Louis. Because it's the first time I've seen her yelling on someone which is obviously a matter of concern to me as a mother.

Besides, it's making me conscious because she doesn't like the man I've already fallen for, Louis.