16 | I'm Sorry

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"WHAT'S WRONG?" Louis asked, the sounds of the tea shop almost covering his voice.

The first rehearsal flew by quickly (since most of the time I was too busy scolding myself for what happened), and now I was just thinking about the past events. I spoke to Nora a few times after that, and there were no hard feelings at all.

I cleared up the whole freezing thing up, and admitted to her that I was just a little defensive before. She understood, and gave me a hug after. I wasn't sure why I found it easier to tell her the truth than Louis.

Maybe it's because I'm not dating her, and the truth would potentially ruin my relationship.

"Nothing," I said, turning my attention from the window to Louis, "I'm fine."

"You're awfully silent."

"I know."

I watched as he picked up his china cup, his finger gently running along the edges. He stared at me in interest, as if he was trying to figure something out. I hated how he could see straight through me like I was just a piece of glass. I felt more like a broken shard.

I didn't want him to know how jealous I had been a few hours earlier.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" He said, tilting his head.

I bit my lip, turning to stare out the window, "I have work."

"It's Saturday."

"It is?"

"[y/n] are you okay?" he said, setting down his cup, "please talk to me."

I wanted to, but I knew he'd be disappointed in me if I did. Caleb, Sadie, and I already were. Gosh, I'm such an idiot. I just thought...

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'm fine."

"You're not."

"Yes, I am."

"You're not, and I know this because I know you," he said, leaning against his side of the table, "you've barely looked at me today."

Really? I didn't notice I was avoiding eye contact with him, because I was more concerned of seeming like a bad person. Yet, there I was, benign a bad and ignorant girlfriend. I forgot what it was like to be one, and now I'm just questioning everything I do.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, " I'm just finding it hard to focus today."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm okay, I promise."

Before he could open his mouth to respond, his phone started to buzz on the table, the vibrations echoing out across the cafe. I pretended to look away, but I watched him glance at the text and flip his phone over so the screen was against the tablecloth.

I'm sure it's nothing. Trust, remember?

"As you were saying?" He said, clearing his throat.

I pursed my lips, "I wasn't saying anything."

"I thought...?"

"You were the one about to say something," I said, "what was it?"

He bit his lip, scratching the back of his neck in confusion. I found it interesting how quickly he forgot our conversation. Whatever text-message he received must have been important.

"I forgot," he mumbled, "I think it had something to do with—"

His phone buzzed again.

Ignoring it, he continued, "I was about to ask—"

Another buzz.

"Where we want to go tomorrow—"

Again.

It buzzed again.

And again.

Louis cleared his throat to try and diverge the conversation, but I knew he wanted to answer the messages. His phone was still laying flat down on the table, so neither of us could see what was being said. He still didn't flip it over.

"I think you should answer that," I said, "it sounds important."

"It's not a big deal."

"Louis, it's fine."

"Okay," he sighed, picking up his phone and flipping it over.

As he went to pull up the chat, I caught a glimpse of the contact name displayed on the screen.

Millie.

I had seen that name on his phone before, specifically on our first date. Louis's thumbs pattered against the screen as he typed something in, the phone tilted down so I couldn't see.

I wonder if he did that on purpose.

"Who was that?" I asked, leaning back into my chair.

Louis sighed, clicking off his phone and shoving it into his pocket, "no one."

"Well it had to be somebody."

"Well, it wasn't important."

Clearly that answer wasn't enough for me, because it was so vague. Louis was rarely vague with me. Not normally, so it meant he was hiding something. On purpose.

"What were they saying?" I frowned.

Louis let out a heavy breath, reaching his hand over the table to grab mine, "[y/n]."

"Louis?"

"I can't tell you, okay?"

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you that either, but let's just change the conversation and move on."

"Okay."

But it wasn't okay. Whatever just happened gave me proof that I wasn't being an over exaggerating, overprotective, and annoying girlfriend. He was hiding something.

And I wasn't going to move on from that.

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