Louis Tomlinson one shot (prt.2)

I sit with dry eyes, containing my emotions, watching his hands move in explanation along with his meaningless words.

“You speak such utter shite,” I blurt out, his chocolate eyes widening with surprise, because I am calling him out on his bull.

Niall left a short while ago, saying he needed his beauty sleep but really he was just giving Louis and I space to talk it out.

It is only now as we stare at one another I see the pain written across his face, the bags that represent a lack of sleep underneath his eyes and his chapped pink lips that have obviously been torn apart by biting on them, due to stress I presume. My beautiful boyfriend has grown older looking in the space of a few short months. And I wonder how I did not notice these obvious changes before tonight?

“When did you tell Niall?” I ask, this question is one of the most important ones, because it could break or make us.

“The day after she told me.” He answers honestly. The fact he did not lie to me again, proves he has at least a fraction of respect for our relationship.

“When did she find out?” I question.

“2 months before she told me.“

“What’s your plan?” It’s a question I hadn’t planned but I realise now I need answering.

His hand reaches for my knee, but I pull away needing space. If he touches me in any way I’ll break and right now I cant do that.

His eyes drift up my face, as he studies me in a way he never has before. He is trying to figure out what I want him to say, but I honestly have no idea what I want right now. He seems to realise this and closes his eyes for a moment as if putting his words together correctly in his mind before he speaks them out loud.

When he opens them again, I watch his mask come off and his whole face changes into the boy I feel in love with, but this boy he is broken, he is afraid and most of all he is lost.

“I love you with every fibre of my being, I have ever since I first met you. I remember the first thing I noticed about you was your sparkling eyes, and to be honest before you I’d never cared about eyes. I used to wonder why anyone gave a fuck about eyes, ‘not like they’d be sucking me off’, I’d say to the lads.“ And he takes a moment to laugh, clearing his throat when he realises I don’t find his comment any bit funny. “Then you opened your mouth, and that sharp tongue of yours made me even more attracted to you, I just knew you’d keep me on my toes, even before I knew your name. So when all that shit went down and we thought we needed a break to figure stuff out; I might have told you that was okay, that I understood - but it wasn’t, I didn’t get it.“

“So you got some random bird pregnant in order to deal with it?” I interrupt, my heart racing at his words; but my blood boiling with anger.

I see his eyes fill with tears, and even though I understand none of this was his intention; I still find it hard to control all the emotions running around my body.

He shuffles closer to me and I allow my forehead to rest on his shoulder. I can feel each time he takes a deep breath in and let’s one out. His nerves are evident. Never in my life have I seen Louis nervous; not before a show nor the day we first met. This is an odd experience.

“You never answered my question.” I mumble, dragging in the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of home.

“That’s because I want you to tell me what I should do. All I want to do is be with you but I can’t abandon this responsibility I’m about to receive either.”

I take a moment to collect my thoughts; differentiating between my wants and needs. I want him to have no connection with this girl who’s name I don’t even know, I need him to be the responsible man I know he is and to handle the consequences of his actions. I want him to kiss me and tell me this is all a big joke but I need him to hold me and just tell me he loves me, no matter what happens.

“Please tell me what is going on in that brain of yours,” he whispers, almost begging.

“I love you, and I don’t know how this is going to work. I don’t know if in a weeks time I’ll be able to still be with you or when we meet the mother of your child and your child I’ll be able to accept it but I do know right now I can't see a future without you by my side.”

“So you’re saying?” He questions, leaving my side and getting on his two knees in front of me.

Instead of answering his question, I lean closer and place my lips softly on his. I love this man, and as the kiss becomes more passionate I know that he understands what I am saying.

Louis Tomlinson One shot

I run faster than I have ever ran before, Louis’ voice loud behind me shouting my name over and over, his steps getting closer as I reach the last step of the stairs - tripping over my own feet but gathering my self back up to make a speedy exit out through the front door of our apartment building.

Tears roll down my cheeks in a steady rhythm, I have no place to hide but I can at least try. I wave a taxi down and get in telling him where I need to go.

We arrive not even ten minutes later and I ask him to wait while I get money to pay the fare. I bang my fist hard against the red front door of a beautiful suburban house. Niall answers, shirtless with a pair of sweats loosely hanging from his hips. He rubs his eyes to get rid of the sleep, and looks me up and down. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, knowing full well something has happened between Louis and I.

“First of all I need you to pay my taxi fare,” I tell him as I walk inside and flop down on his comfortable and homely couch.

“Story?” Niall asks as soon as he walks back inside after paying my fare.

“How long have you known?” I question, my eyes turning towards my friend who even half asleep has one of the most handsome faces I have ever layed eyes upon. Apart from Louis that is - the man who takes my breathe away each time I take a moment to appreciate his beauty.

Niall plops down beside me his arm dropping over my shoulder and his eyes focusing on the black screen in front of us, his eyes squinting as if he is trying to recall a memory that has been locked away, hidden for so very long. After a few minutes he begins to speak.

“We went touring in America, like during September. You and Louis were on that stupid break in order to find out what ue wanted or some Bullshit like that. He was in a bad way (y/n), he was drinking all the time, before and after the show. All he did was speak about you. He was drowning in self pity.” He pauses, as if for dramatic effect but I know better.

September was a hard month not only for Louis and I, but for us all, especially Niall. One of the hardest months of his life so far, and though I want to speak to him about it, right now I’m being selfish, I need to be. I lay my hand on his thigh giving him a signal to continue, while also praying that he knows I am here and when he is ready to speak about it I’ll be right beside him.

“He loves you yeah know, he did back then and he does more than ever now. But when he drank back then it was to forget about you, it was his mission to get so plastered he didn’t remember your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle with mystery when you’re hiding something from him - he told me that and more one late night as we both sat completely sober next to one another, wanting the people we loved dearly to return to us.”

“Let me guess, drinking didn’t do it for him. So one night in the back arse of nowhere he saw a skinny little thing walk into the bar and he seduced her all the way back to his hotel room. And this didn’t happen once did it Niall?” I question rhetorically, but see Niall shake his head. “He basically followed the same routine everynight; got pissed, fucked that one and left me voicemail after voicemail.“

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, I hear the knock on his front door and know who it is. I knew he would find me, like I said I had no place to hide.

"Niall, before you answer it I need you to answer one more question,” I tell him.

“Anything (y/n).”

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

His reaction tells me all I need to know.

“Let him in.”  

Harry: (He takes you to Japan, bringing you on romantic dates to the Tunnel of Lights and gardens filled with beauty, that he tells you reminds him of you) 

Niall: (He takes you on a sun holiday to Malta, hoping to get some sun and chill out with a few drinks by the pool, some midnight strolls on the beach and a few nice dinners out together) 

Louis: (He takes you to the traditional city of love, Paris where he can take you out for romantic dinners, go on strolls around the city, tour the eiffel tower and have fun in Disneyland Paris)

Liam: (He takes you to Florida, so he can take you to all the theme parks, romantic equals fun, childish fun in both your eyes) 

Zayn: (He takes you to Niall’s country, Ireland, in hopes of some peace and quiet with you curled up in front of a fire, playing board games, listening to the wind and rain)