Eva's POV.
"Someone's at the door," Gabbie called from the living room.
"Help me check the camera and see who's at the door. I don't want the pancakes getting burnt," I shouted as I flipped over the pancakes.
"It's... It's Louis," She said.
"Louis?" My brows shot upwards in surprise. "What's he doing here?" I asked.
"I wouldn't know," Gabbie said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well, I don't want to see him. Just leave the door shut. Don't... Don't open up for him," I said, returning my focus back to the pancakes I was making.
"Okay," she said and went back to sitting on the sofa.
I continued to make my pancakes, flipping them over. But the doorbell rang over and over again.
"What the hell does he want? Does he really think I'm going to just open the door for him?"
"Honestly, it's his
