"Are you serious?!" I yell at Louis. "We haven't been talking for what? A week? And, you ask me to be your girlfriend? Are you insane? First, you hurt me a lot by accusing me of those things you heard from Craig. Then, you made me cry like every night because you brought back all the painful memories of my so called dad. Now you expect me to forget about all of that and date you? Are you insane?!"

Louis's mouth drops open in shock. I glare at him, annoyed. I can't believe him. That was so stupid to ask. I like Louis. I do, I'll admit it, but he is just stupid if he thinks I'm going to forgive and date him just like that. No, it doesn't work that way. If Louis wants to date me then he needs to earn my trust back.

"If you really want to date me then you need to gain my trust back. I like you, but I'm not just going to go out with you because you apologized." I say in a calmer voice.

Louis doesn't say anything. He just continues to stare at me. I guess he wasn't thinking that I would say something like that. I glance down at my ankles and begin untying them. I just want to get out of here. I'm going to kill Niall, Harry, Cher, and Matt for this.

"Can we at least go back to being best friends again until I gain all of your trust back?" Louis asks in a quiet voice.

"No." I shake my head at him. "We can be friends, but not best friends. I don't trust you enough for that. You really hurt me, Louis."

Louis's face falls. "I know."

"You're going to have to work really hard." I finally manage to get my ankles untied.

"I'm truly sorry for everything." Louis apologises again.

I stand up and brush off my clothes. "I wish we were still best friends because then I would have said yes, but you screwed up. Now you have to work hard to get all of that back."

I reach for the door and pull it open. A cold gust of wind blows into the shed. I glance at Louis before stepping out into the cold weather. I hope Louis realises how serious I am about this. If we hadn't had that fight then I would be dating him right now. I would have said yes without any hesitation, but Louis screwed all of that up.

I make my way across the backyard and to the back door of the house. Cher and Harry are sitting at the bar in the kitchen. Cher's head snaps in my direction and she has a huge smile on her face. She probably thinks that I forgave Louis.

"So?" Cher leans over the counter, excitedly. "What happened?"

"We talked." I keep it short.

"About what? I need the details!" Cher grins.

I turn to face the two of them. "You really want to know the details?"

Cher nods her head, vigorously. "Of course!"

"I told him that he needed to gain my trust back." I tell her, opening the fridge.

"That's it?" Cher pouts.

I nod my head, grabbing the carton of milk. "Basically, yeah. You're little plan didn't work. We're barely friends now. I don't trust Louis at all."

"No." Cher groans. "You two were supposed to be dating by now. You know, kiss and make up."

"This isn't a movie." I remind her. "I'm not one of those girls that instantly throw themselves in the guy's arms after he apologizes for being a jerk. If he wants to date me then he needs to gain my trust back."

"Smart girl." Mary comments, walking into the kitchen. "Make him work for you. Of Louis really likes you then he will do everything he can to get you back in his life."

"But, Carter is stubborn. It will take her forever to fully forgive Louis." Cher points out.

Mary shrugs her shoulders. "That's up to Carter. She'll forgive Louis when she wants to."

"At least someone understands me." I give a pointed look at Cher, who crosses her arms.

"I'm just trying to be a good friend. I just want you to be happy." Cher defends herself.

"I am happy." I pour some milk into a yellow mug.

"Liar." Harry fake coughs.

I glare at him. "I'm not lying. It's the truth. I am happy."

I put the milk away and walk to the pantry. It's cold outside and I want some hot chocolate. I grab a pack of hot chocolate mix and the bag of tiny marshmallows. When I walk back to my mug, I see another mug next to it. Who's is this?

"Who's mug is this?" I point at it.

"Mine." A voice comes from behind me.

I spin around quickly to see Liam standing directly behind me. "Gosh! Liam!" I place my hand over my heart. "You scared me."

"Sorry." Liam smiles, sheepishly.

"It's okay." I chuckle. "I take it you want some hot chocolate?"

Liam nods his head. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all." I grin. "Just grab the milk and pour how much you want in your mug."

"Can I get some hot chocolate?" Harry leans forward on the counter.

"No." I cross my arms, looking at Harry.

Harry frowns at me. "Why not?" He whines.

"Do you not remember locking me in a shed with Louis?" I ask him, grabbing the two mugs and setting them in the microwave.

"I was doing what was best for you." Harry replies back.

The microwave beeps and Liam grabs the mugs for me. I open the hot chocolate mixes. I pour the mix into the mugs and stir it in. Liam drops a handful of marshmallows into the mugs.

"Here." I hand Liam's mug to him. "I hope you enjoy this delicious hot chocolate on a cold day." I say, mainly looking at Harry.

"I'll just get my own." Harry smirks at me. "Cher! Make me some hot chocolate, please?"

"I don't think so." Cher tells him, standing up.

"After everything I've done for you?"

"What have you done for me?" Cher raises an eyebrow at him, questioningly.

"I, uh, I.." Harry searches around the kitchen for an idea. "I gave you a hug after your last performance."

Cher shakes her head at him. "I hugged everyone. You don't get hot chocolate for that."

The back door swings open and lets a breeze of cold air into the room. Goosebumps rise up on my arms immediately. Louis walks into the kitchen after shutting the door behind him. Louis slides into the seat next to Harry. I lean up against the counter and study my marshmallows in my mug.

"Well, isn't this awkward." Harry declares.

Thank you, Harry for making this even more awkward.

I look up through my eyelashes to see Louis watching me. Awkward. I gaze back downwards at my hot chocolate. The silence in this room is extremely awkward. No one is saying a word. Everyone keeps glancing at each other, waiting for someone to start talking.

Maybe I should say something. It's mainly my fault for the reason it is so awkward.

"Lovely weather we're having, yeah?" I break the silence.

Did I really just say that? I think that just made the situation even more awkward. Why do I have a feeling that this week will be very awkward until Louis gains my trust again?

"Very smooth, Carter." Cher snickers.

Yep. Definitely awkward.

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