Louis found himself confined in his small room, alone pacing between the window and the door trying to comprehend all that had happened a short while before. Was it his fault Alexi stormed away after such a wonderful performance? It made no sense, she made no sense. He came to a halt in front of his desk and glanced up to his cork board, filled with pictures of him and the boys, his family and carefully placed right in the middle a picture of him and Eleanor on holiday in France. Louis yanked out him phone from his pocket and couldn't help but scroll down his contact list searching for her name, once highlighted he pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear. After hearing silence for only five seconds Louis launched his phone across the room and onto his bed. He didn't even know what he was doing anymore or why he was thinking such things.

Then his mind wandered to a happier subject, Bre. The way she made him feel himself, how her dorky talks about biology made him laugh, how when she laughed at him her cheeks turned a soft shade of red and her eyes twinkled, and how she wasn't intimidated by his fame in the least bit. Ever since they spent that first night together his heart had been tied in a knot that he hadn't been able to untie since, but it didn't bother him in the least bit. Sure he'd hung out with other lovely girls besides her during his time at uni, but he had never felt the spark he had with Brea and it seemed she was the only one who could ignite it.