You and Louis were chilling in your room. He was always there after school and sometimes stayed later than he should have. Right now you're going through a breakup, and he's trying his best to understand your contradicting feelings. As you lay on his lap, his hand ran through your hair.

"What...? You aren't making any sense; I'm so confused. Do you want to get him back, get revenge, or just forget him? Which you should obviously do, by the way."