If Walls Could Talk

Chapter Nineteen

"Okay..."

"And I'll get Sam to go with me."

"Oh, God." Louis let out a groan. "Please, keep him in check. I know what he's like."

"Will do." Sarah let out a small laugh. "Alright, Louis, I gotta go. My brother is being a bitch and I need to knock him out. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, if you can catch me!" The muffled voice from before had become much clear through the phone, and Louis couldn't help but think it sounded familiar.

"Damn it! He's running. Bye, Lou!"

"Bye, Sarah."

Louis pulled his phone away from his ear, finding himself smiling again. He had been doing that a lot since he woke up, and he couldn't complain.

The thought that something was wrong with Sarah that she wasn't telling him still played on his mind. Not only that, but the voice he had heard come through the phone sounded like someone he knew, though, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Knowing that it was best to not think about it too much. Louis tried to focus his mind on something else and decided to get up and deal with all his dishes before checking the time.

Seven-forty. Louis decided to head down to the bookstore, thinking that by the time he walked there, it should be eight o'clock and it would be open. Grabbing his canvas shoes, Louis walked out of his apartment and locked the door before making his way down the stairs and out of the building.

The closest bookstore to Louis was about a twenty-minute walk, but Louis didn't mind. It was one of his favourite places to go. It was always so quiet and peaceful. Louis would often sit in there for hours at a time. It had always felt magical to him. Another bonus of the bookstore was that it was almost right across the road from the library, another one of Louis' favourite spots.

Twenty minutes soon passed, and Louis was setting foot into the bookstore. The girl behind the counter must have been close to Louis' age, and she gave a small smile as Louis entered the shop. Louis returned it as he walked past her and grabbed a book off one of the shelves, heading up to the little reading coup the shop had. It was right near the back wall of the shop, tucked away in a secluded corner.

There wasn't a lot in the small coup apart from a table and chairs as well as some bean bags to sit on. But Louis loved it, and he sat on the farthest chair, propping the book up in front of him. Louis hadn't paid any attention to the book he had picked up. All he knew was that it was some sort of science fiction novel and that he hadn't read it before, and it wasn't long before Louis got lost in the words on the paper.

Louis wasn't sure how much time had passed when his phone started ringing. He scanned the small reading coup and saw there was, thankfully, no one there. Louis wasn't too sure how his phone had managed to get off silent but guessed that he bumped the volume and decided not to dwell on it. He put his book down next to him and pulled his phone out, seeing that it was Sam ringing him. Looking up at the time on his phone, Louis saw that it was getting close to midday and that Sam must have been at lunch.

"Hello, Samuel," Louis answered his phone.

"Hey, Lucifer," Sam responded. "How's the day off?"

"It's good, thank you. I'm just at the bookstore."

"Of course, you are." Louis could sense that Sam rolled his eyes. "So... don't get mad, okay?"

"Sam, what did you do?" Louis' voice began to rise as Sam's words played over in his mind. Louis knew what Sam was capable of, and knowing the fool, and what had happened the other day, there was a lot of things he could have done to make Louis mad.