Bri and I have been friends for years. Best friends even, Eleanor didn’t really like her the whole time we dated because she thought I liked Bri as more than just a best friend. When she ended things because I wouldn’t stop talking to her, I admit, I was a little upset. It’s been a week or so though, I’m glad. She’s right. Bri and I aren’t little kids anymore. We aren’t the same kids that would play hide and seek at the park or going to the school formals because neither of us found a date. We’re grown up know. Things are different, but still the same in ways.
When she first told me that her boyfriend cheated on her, I wanted to punch him. And I did. Probably wasn’t good for management to see in the papers, but it was worth it. She doesn’t deserve that, no one does.
I wonder if she knows that during concerts, I mentally dedicated the songs we sing to her.
Walking down a few blocks to her place, I called her to let her know I was on my way over to stop by for a bit. That was normal for us, just hanging out and talking. We can talk for hours and hours and not get bored, after years and years of friendship we still learn more and more about each other.
"Hey, Lou! What’s up!" She smiled as she opened the door and let me inside.
"I see you really did yourself up for us hanging out!" I smirked, she didn’t have any make up on and was in sweat pants.
"Oh shut up." she joked while pulling me in for a hug.
Her head barely reached my chest. She’s not the tallest girl in the world, that’s for sure, but she’s definitely my favorite girl in the world. I haven’t told her about Eleanor and me splitting up but I’m sure she already knew, it’s been all over the magazines.
"Oh, have you heard the news? I’m a single guy now." I sighed, plopping down on her lumpy couch.
"I have! What happened?" she asked, handing me a cup of tea.
"Well, she said the words ‘I’m done, I want to break up.’ and I didn’t stop her from leaving."
"Why? I thought you loved her?"
"Well, I did.. I’m just so tired of the same old things and the same old games. I want something new in my life."
That’s a lie. I am tired of the same things and games, but I don’t want something new in my life, I want Bri.
"Oh.. Well, at least now you can find someone who makes everything seem right instead of forced. And I’m not going to lie, I don’t think she liked me! She was always giving me nasty looks.." she admitted.
"Honestly? She didn’t.. That’s another reason I didn’t stop her from leaving. Nothing would have worked out in the end if she didn’t like my best friend."
"Why didn’t she like me?! I was nothing but nice to the girl!"
"I dunno, she never told me.."
"Oh come on Lou, I know she told you! Spill!!" Bri exclaimed while putting her light brown hair into a messy bun on top of her head.
"Well.. She kept thinking that you an-"
"Hold that thought, Sam is calling me.." she sighed and answered the call.
Sam is the douche who cheated on her. I can’t believe she’s talking to him. Hopefully she remembers why he’s her exboyfriend.
"Sorry.. He wanted to apologize.." Bri said, returning to the couch, "So what’d El say?"
"Uh.. She said that.. She thought we.. " I murmured, trying to figure out how to word it.
"Spill it Lou!!"
"She thought there was something more between you.. and.. me."
"W-What? B-But we’re just friends.." she mumbled, unknowingly crushing my heart.
"W-we are just friends.. Right?"
"Uh.. yeah.. I guess.."
"What do you mean you guess?
"Well what am I supposed to say?" I barked and stood up from the couch.
Bri was shocked. I never raised my voice at her..
"Well.. What do you want to say?" she whimpered after a minute of pure silence and disapproving looks.
"I-I don’t know.. I just know that with you everything feels right, and not forced like it did with her. I want to know what it feels like running my fingers through your hair, and to see you wake up next to me, and know everything that I don’t already know about you.."
"I feel the same way.. I never said anything because you always said how happy you were with Eleanor.." she whispered, standing in front of me.
"I must be dreaming.. If I am, don’t wake me up.."
"You’re not, I promise you that.." her voice whispered again as she stood on her tip toes to just barely kiss me on the lips.
Leaning down to meet hers, the room began to spin. Her lips were soft and gentle, unlike Eleanor’s who was always rushed and sloppy. It was perfect.
"You got me good, girl. I hope you know, I need you so bad.."
"Babe, let’s go for a walk." I blurted out as the credits of the movie played.
"Right now? It’s almost midnight.."
"Why not? Come on, it’ll be fun!" I smiled, hoping she’d say yes.
"Fine, only for you, Louis." (Y/N) smirked, getting up from the couch.
Grabbing our shoes, we turned off the tv and headed out the door.
"It’s so cold! I should’ve brought a sweater.."
"Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm. Come here!" I said and held my arms open for her.
She always fit into my arms perfectly. Her head rested upon my shoulder and I felt her shivering calm down.
Somehow we compliment each other so well. When she’s too serious, I lighten the mood and when I’m not serious enough, she weighs me down, but in a good way. When I’m nervous, she calms me down. When she’s mad, I make her smile. We just go together perfectly.
Before long, we ended up at our favorite spot in town. A local park that had a large pond. In the daytime the view is okay, but at night it transforms into a stunning sight. The water gently swishes around and the moon reflects off the dark liquid, creating a sparkling effect. The trees surrounding the perimeter of the small lake make it look majestic with the low hanging branches and drooping leaves.
(Y/N) walks towards the waters edge and her silhouette is made apparent and I’m left breathless. She’s all mine, this beautiful girl, is mine.
"Look at the stars! There is so many!" she exclaims with her head pointing upwards.
"Look at how they shine for you and everything you do.." I call out after a minute or two of silence, "You’re so amazing.. Did you know that?"
"Hmm.. I don’t believe so.. Tell me more." she smirks, walking closer to me.
"Well, for example the way you smile, the stars are only trying to outshine you. It’s not working though, you could light up even the darkest of places."
"Mhm? Is that so.." she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck as mine snake around her waist.
"Yes, it is so. And did you know, I love you so much?" I whisper, admitting what I had been holding in for months now.
"I love you.."
"I-I love you too, Louis." she replied, quickly connecting our lips.
Our mouths soon opened, giving one another a chance to gently deepen the kiss. It wasn’t rushed, and it wasn’t slow. It was perfect. Just like her. Slowly, we ended up laying on the cold grass, just cuddling up to each other and watching the stars.
(Y/N) fell asleep not even ten minutes later, and by the time I realized I was talking to no one, I whispered in her ear.
"Babe, wake up.. We gotta go back home."
"noo.." she mumbled, turning over on the ground.
"Yes.. Come on, we can go to sleep right when we get home." I whispered again, this time having results.
She sat up and I helped her stand on her feet. Wobbling, she tried to walk but was too tired.
"Alright, I’ll carry you then." I smiled, lifting her into my arms.
"You don’t have to do that.." she said while yawning.
"Oh but I do, you’re too tired."
"No.. I’m not.." she mumbled, drifting back to sleep.
Even though she was asleep, I glanced back up at the stars and then back at her.
"Look at the stars and how they shine out for you.."
(Y/N)’s fists are slamming against my chest. It doesn’t really hurt, but the fact that I made her this angry kills me. I don’t tell her to stop or even back away from her, I deserve this. When she asked me if I wanted to make our relationship official, I didn’t even think about it and blurted out a ‘no’. really I wanted to say yes, but I’ve never felt so serious about a girl before. Sure Eleanor and I had dated for a year and a half, but with (Y/N) it was different. I knew from the start that if things end between us, it would break me and I’d never be the same again. The thought of losing her just makes me nervous, and if there is no real relationship, I can’t loose her, right? Wrong.
"Lou, I think you should just go. If you don’t want this then there’s no point in staying here." she screamed with tears running down her face.
It felt like a slap in the face. She practically kicked me out of her place. I know she said to leave, but I didn’t want to.
"If you don’t want a relationship, just walk away now. I don’t want to waste my time."
I should’ve stayed. A relationship with (Y/N) would be amazing, but I don’t want to have the opportunity to loose her. I was only gone for a few hours. I went over to Liam’s apartment. Every time I screwed something up, he always knew what to say and how to fix things. I let myself back in her apartment with the key she gave me two months ago.
Tip-toeing into her room, I see her sleeping. She looks so beautiful. Like an angel almost. I’ve always thought that when guys watch a girl sleep that it was weird and creepy, but I could watch (Y/N) sleep for hours. Her arms and legs are spread out over the bed along with her hair going everywhere on her pillow, and it looks like she could be falling through the sky.
Gently, I kneel by her bedside and wake (Y/N) from her slumber and immediately regret it. Mascara and other kinds of makeup are stained on her face, and I mentally slap myself knowing I’m the reason behind her tears.
"I’m so sorry. For everything, saying that I didn’t want to be with you and leaving. I should have stayed here because I do want to be with you. More than anything. If you let me stay, I will never walk away again.." my voice whispers quietly in the silence.
"No, I’m not going to force you into this, just go. Forget about it, it isn’t worth it." she whispers back and lies back down, facing away from me.
"No! I know this won’t be rainbows and butterflies all the time, and it will be far from perfect, but I want to stay. No, I’m going to stay."
Standing up, I slip off my shirt and jeans, leaving my in my boxers and climb under the covers next to her, our eyes locking.
"You don’t have to stay here if you don’t wanna.." her small voice says, cutting through the silence.
"I want to though. I’m never gonna leave this bed.”
Sorry this one is so short! I couldn’t think of a really good story line for this song.. ):
The way she just left killed me. I wish I could hate her but I can’t. Why’d she leave? I didn’t think anything was wrong.. I guess she wasn’t as happy as I was. I saw it coming but I still tried to make her happy. She seems to be doing alright. Harry said he saw her at a club a couple nights ago with some friends.
Liam says it’s unhealthy to dwell on the past, but it’s not that simple. She meant the world to me. She still does. Even though she left me I would still do anything to see her smile. It’s like I can’t let her go almost like I’m addicted to her.
Ever since I met (Y/N), I’ve craved her love. Something about he just makes me go crazy. No matter what she does, good or bad, I can’t get her out of my head. What did I do to make her leave? Was I too clingy? Too willing to make her happy? Too in love?
She could tell me to move to Africa and I probably would, just to get her back. I know I did all I could to keep her around longer, but my best just wasn’t enough for her..
I don’t even know why I’m still waiting for her to turn up at my door. She left and there’s not a thing I can do about it. I can’t make her mine..
The best relationship in my life is over, and I can’t forget what (Y/N) said when she left..
I never want to do this again. Too much chance of heartbreak..
Why do I let him walk all over me? He could probably call me any name and I will end up apologizing. I want so badly to leave him, but I just can’t. I love him too much. Things will get better.. They have to right?
"Louis, I’m home!" I call out through the apartment we share while looking through our mail.
"Hey, babe! Let’s go out tonight!" he says as he greets me.
"Ehh alright I guess.." I agree, not wanting to cause a fight.
We both get dressed and ready to go to a new club that just opened. Harry and Zayn are joining us as well but Liam and Niall decided to stay at their apartments. Tonight just feels like it’s going to be great.
As soon as we enter the club, Louis and Zayn head towards to bar while me and Harry look for a table. After we sit down, a girl about my height and with makeup caked on saunters over to us.
"Harry? Hey! What are you doing here? Is Lou with you?" she screams louder than necessary.
"Oh no.." he mutters only loud enough for me to hear, "Uh.. yeah he’s here.. This is (Y/N), his girlfriend.."
"Oh so your the lovely (Y/N).” she scoffs, clearly being sarcastic.
"Uh.. yeah. It’s nice to meet you." I say, giving my best smile.
"So where is Louis?" she demands, turning her attention to Harry again.
"He’s getting drinks with Zayn.. But I don’t think he wants to see you, so maybe you should just go.."
"Ugh. Fine, I’ll be back though." she hisses just as Zayn and Louis find us.
Lou looks like he just saw a ghost.
"Are you okay?" I ask as he sits down next to me.
We get up and dance after two drinks and eventually Louis pulls me back to the table to talk.
"(Y/N)? You know I love you right?" I nod and let him continue, "Well, I just want you to know that even though I mess up sometimes, you mean the world to me. Will you marry me?"
He kneels down on the ground and pulls a box out of his pocket. I’m speechless, it’s beautiful, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. But then my world comes crashing down as the girl from earlier comes over and whispers in my ear.
"No, Bianca don’t say anythi-" Louis begins, but it’s too late.
"Louis and I had a relationship behind your back for a couple months but he broke it off last month. I would say sorry to be the one to break it too you but I’m not." she cackles and walks away.
Standing up, I run to the exit. The cool night air hits me as I push past the doors.
"(Y/N)! Wait, I can explain!" he shouts as I begin walking, I’m not sure to where but I just can’t be here.
"No! You can chew me up and spit me out with your words but I will not be made a fool of. I’m done. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of seeing me break down." I scream, not bothering to look back.
"Please! Just let me talk to you!"
"Stop Louis. You can’t fix this. You ripped me off, your love was cheap and fake and I don’t want it. I really fell head over heels for you and you just blew it."
"(Y/N), I only want you! I’m so sorry.."
Finally turning around, I see Lou right behind me. For a second, I want to take him back and say it’s okay, but that is the old (Y/N). I’m not being pushed around anymore. That was then, and this is now.
"Did you sleep with her?"
"Answer the damn question." I yell.
"You know what?" I ask, as a gleam of hope shines in his eyes. Normally, I would feel horrible for getting his hopes up, but he deserves it
"You can keep the diamond ring. It does’t mean nothing anyway." I continue and start walking again, leaving a crushed Louis behind me and in the past.
He’s never going to break me again. I smile and pat my chest where my heart is.
Thinking out loud, I say to myself, "I’m free, this is the part of me that he’s never going to take away from me again."
***Okay so this one shot is going to be a guinea pig in a way, she created an outfit to go along with the story as a visual.***
He can tear and rip me to shreds, but somehow I still love with with all the little pieces. We promise each other that things will get better and we will really work on not arguing but it never happens. It’s like we’re suffocating each other but we are the blood running through the others veins, no matter what we do we’ll end up dead.
"Where are you going, Brittany?!" he screams as I walk away from the heat of the fight.
"I’m leaving. Or I’m trying to.." I whisper and keep walking towards the door.
"No, you won’t. Come back, you know you’ll come back anyways don’t try and make it without me because you know we need each other."
I know he’s right. I’ll do what always happens when one of us leaves. I’ll go stay with a friend for a day or two but in the end I always return. When things are going good, everything is amazing but the smallest thing will ruin it and send things crumbling down on us, and it turns to shit. There’s just something that makes us love to hate each other.
I turn around and walk back into his welcoming arms as we make up like we always do.
"I love you, you know that right?" He says while we are cooling down.
"I know. I love you too.."
"Let’s go out." Louis smirks, he’s always loved to go out.
"No," I begin, knowing that it will only put a spark on the fire we just put out, "Can’t we just have one night in?" I beg.
"Please? We can stay in tomorrow night.." he pleads while giving me a face I can’t say no to.
"Fine.. Let me go get ready I guess.." I mumble while releasing myself from his arms.
I know how tonight will go. A guy will ask to dance or want to buy me a drink and Louis will get jealous. He always did.
I pick out a red dress and accessories to match and find Lou waiting for me in the living room. He stands up as I enter the room and our hands join together as we leave the apartment.
"You know, I still love the tingles you give me when I see you." Lou says as we buckle our seat belts in the car.
"I get them too." I admit with a smile on my face.
The whole night goes exactly as I thought it would. Me and Louis were talking at the bar and a guy asked me to dance with him, ignoring the fact that I was with Lou.
"Did you tell him to meet you there? I bet you fucking did, didn’t you? Planned it all out real well." He screamed at me the whole ride home as I cried.
Why do I let him push me around like this? When the car stops in the parking lot of the apartment building, he pulls me through the doors and into the elevator, not bothering to stop his yelling. In the privacy of our apartment, he really let me have it.
"Don’t you even care what people think of you? Having guys hit on you while your at a club with me, that’s not a good impression on them. I’m tired of you throwing yourself at other guys Brittany." he yelled.
"Did you see me fucking acknowledge him, Lou? I didn’t even turn around! You’re just mad because you think that maybe I’ll find someone better, and believe me if I do I’d leave you in a heartbeat!" I screamed back as the tears flowed down my face.
"Shut the hell up!" he screeches as he raised his arm with his fists clenched.
I braced myself for the impact and closed my eyes. He’s never hit me before and I don’t think he would but I can’t help but whimper out of fear.
I open my eyes after the punch doesn’t come and he is sitting on the couch just staring at his hand with his eyes watering.
"I-I’m sorry. I know we beat each other up with our words that cut like knives, but I swear I never want hurt you physically.." he apologizes.
Slowly, I walk over towards him on the couch and sit next to him, rubbing his back.
"It’s never going to stop is it.." I whisper, hoping he understands what I’m talking about.
"It will.. we just have to work at it.."
"Louis, I don’t want to have to work at this! It should come easy to us an-"
"No! We are fine. Everyone has there fights. Your temper is just as bad as mine is and if you think someone else is going to put up with that then your fucking crazy." he shouts, standing up from the couch.
"No one fights this much though! We obviously can’t work out our differences! Maybe we should really take a break this time.."I mumble, hoping he doesn’t blow up again.
"NO. I said no, end of discussion." He barks and walks towards our room.
Sitting in the living room for a little while, I wait until I think he is asleep to pack a few bags. He doesn’t stir as I take clothes off hangers and stuff them into a suitcase. I kiss Lou on the cheek and walk out of the building. Not sure of where to go, I simply sit on the curb and hope a taxi comes down the street before he wakes up. I lean my head against my suitcase and feel myself slowly drift in and out of sleep.
"Babe, wake up. Come inside.." I hear Louis whisper in my ear.
"Please? This is all my fault but I’ll make it better.. I promise.. Can’t you hear the pain in my voice? If you walk away from this I’ll surely die. Next time I won’t blow up, I’ll think before I say anything, wait no there won’t even be a next time, I swear this will work. We’ll make it work.."
Standing up, I pick up my bags and walk back inside. I can see the smile on his face and my stomach flips. How can this be so good and so bad at the same time? He can make me smile a mile wide but cry like a baby who just got her favorite toy taken away. We’re toxic.
"You swear it will work this time?" I ask just to try and reassure myself.
"I promise." he whispers, even though I know the truth.
This cycle will never end, but deep down, I know I don’t want it to.
I love the way we hate each other.
***This does have a suicide attempt in it because it was apart of the request.***
Maybe I should stop reading this. I know it only makes things worse anyways.. I just can’t stop reading these hateful tweets, and replies and comments. I should be used to things like this by now, but you never get over being bullied. It sticks with you. The words people say to you become implanted in you brain. Everywhere I go, I wonder, ‘Did she send me a hateful thing online?’ ‘Does she hate me too?’. It’s silly, I can receive a tweet from someone saying I deserve to die and to stay away from Louis and it’s okay for that person to do that, but if I reply to it I’m automatically a bitch. It kills me. I don’t want to break up with Louis and give them the satisfaction that they broke me, but I don’t want to be constantly talked down upon by his fans. Louis tries to apologize for it but it doesn’t help. He doesn’t know it really gets to me. Louis gets some bad messages too. People are always saying he is gay, or that he can’t sing. I know it gets to him and I’m always there to hold his hand and reassure him that he is perfect. I know he needs to be comforted but I need someone to hold me when I cry too. I understand he is hurting too, but can’t we both heal each other instead of me helping him and getting nothing in return? I know he loves me, but I’m not as strong as he thinks I am. I’m not strong. I’m far from it. I’m weak. I let teenage girls online control my life. I let them decide my mood.
I’ve gotten better are hiding my pain. Everyone always said I was a horrible liar, I guess they were wrong. It’s crazy. Even at parties or with friends, I feel so alone.
I’ve been bullied my whole life but these people don’t even know me and they hate me. They haven’t even given me a chance. I’m trying not to believe the things they say I am but it’s hard and I’m starting to agree with them. It’s amazing I’ve lasted this long.
I don’t know how to let go of all these things that shouldn’t even matter and I wish I knew how to just ignore it because it only makes me think worse things on my own. What if I just died. Right now, would anyone care? I feel worthless, and I can’t help but wonder if I really am. Louis would probably miss me, but he’d find someone new.. The boys might be sad for a few days, but they’d forget about me. I can just imagine all the hoorays and excitement that twitter would have.
I just don’t want to be alive anymore. I want to sleep forever. I guess that’s how depression works. You wake up in the morning afraid you’re going to live. I used to have so many reasons to want to live, but all those reasons just faded away. There’s nothing left of me anymore. I don’t see how there would be much of a difference anyways, I feel dead inside already.
Louis isn’t home so it’s an ideal time to do what everyone tells me I should do. I grab a pen and paper and quickly jot down some words.
"Louis, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry that you’ll probably be the one to find me. I’m sorry I won’t be here to comfort you when people get mean. I’m sorry I won’t be able to hold your hand anymore. I’m sorry for making a mess in the bathroom. I’m sorry for not saying goodbye in person. Please don’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault. If anything, you kept me here longer. If you ever feel sad, just pretend I’m there with you, holding you and telling you everything will be okay. I guess I can give advice but I can’t take my own. I always tell you not to listen to those people on the internet but that’s exactly what I am doing. Please don’t let people continue hating on my when I’m gone. That’s why I’m leaving. I love you, Louis. I’ll see you when your time comes.
I grabbed a bottle of pills and took more than I should have. I felt each and everyone go down my throat as I sobbed. I felt dizzy, light headed, weak. My vision is getting blurry and I fall to the floor. I hear a door slam. It sounds like it’s miles away.
"Babe? I’m home, we got done in the studio earlier than I thought we would!" Louis called out, his voice sounding far away and drawn out.
I was hoping I’d be gone by now..
"Babe? Where are yo- What is this on the table.. W-why are.. W-where are you?! I’m calling an ambulance!"
I tried to talk, but no words came out. He burst through the bathroom door with tears streaming down his face. I didn’t want to hurt him.. I just wanted to end my pain..
"No, no, no.. Emily, please don’t leave me.. The ambulance is on its way, please don’t leave.." he cried, holding my limp body in his arms.
"I’m so sorry, please! Please, just hold on for a little bit longer. You’re going to be okay.. “
I heard another voice, I couldn’t understand what they said but it wasn’t Louis talking. My eyes closed and I was engulfed in darkness.
"Emily? Wake up.. Emily, please wake up.."
Louis? I could hear his voice, but I could only see black.
"Just open your eyes, babe. I know you’re in there, I can feel you squeeze my hand, come on. Do it for me.." he whimpered.
Slowly, I let light flood my mind. I was in a hospital.. Louis was holding my hand with his head down. I tried to talk, but there were tubes down my throat so I just pushed my other hand through his hair.
"Emily? Oh thank God.. I was scared you weren’t going to come back.." he cried, "Doctor! She’s awake, she’s okay!" he screamed towards the door.
I glanced around and soon a doctor was examining me, shining a light in my eyes, taking tubes out, and asking what I remembered.
Louis was let back in the room once he was done checking on me. Lou looked like he had been hit by a truck.
"Don’t ever scare me like that again.. When I found you in the bathroom.. Your eyes glazed over and I was worried you were really gone.. I thought I lost you." he whispered, reclaiming the chair he was in earlier.
"H-how long have I been here?" I said, my voice was hoarse.
"Almost two weeks.. They wanted to take you off of life support because the doctor didn’t think you’d come out of a coma.. I wouldn’t let them because I couldn’t bare to let you go.."
"I-I’m s-so sorry Louis. I’ll never do this to you again.." I whispered, tears slowly falling down my cheeks.
"No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for brushing aside your problems. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again. I promise. I love you, so much.” he whispered, finally giving me the hug I had been waiting for.
For once, my smile isn’t forced. It’s real.
I’ve been his best friend for years, why is he choosing now to keep secrets? We’ve told each other everything ever since I can remember. He’s been my rock, my support system, my everything. Why is he pushing me away?
"Louis, please! Just tell me why you’re doing this! I deserve at least an explanation.." I begged as I was being pushed towards the door.
"No! Just leave!" he screamed right back.
I stopped in my tracks. He’s never yelled at me before. Not once. Quickly, I turned towards the door, no longer needing his pushing.
"Lyla, I’m sor-"
"Louis, just forget it. I’m done." my voice was harsh, but on the inside everything was crumbling down.
Tears fell from my brown eyes as I walked on.
"No, please. Don’t go, I’ll tell you what’s going on, just promise you won’t hate me.." he whimpered.
"Louis, you know I could never hate you.." I said slowly, praying I wouldn’t break down, "Why are you acting like this.. We’ve always told each other everything, what’s changed?"
"Everything. Everything has changed. We’re grown up, we’re older, and.. And I don’t see you in the same way I did when we were kids anymore.." he said softly.
What did he mean he didn’t see the same way? Am I no longer good enough to be his friend? Have I become to ‘unknown’ to be seen with him? Is that why he never goes out in public with me anymore?
"W-what do you mean.. I-I promise I’ll change, I’ll be the person you need me to be, just please don’t leave me.."
"What? No, no, no! It’s not like that.. It’s.." his voice faded out.
"It’s what Louis?" I pleaded.
He couldn’t mean what I think he meant.. Could he?
"If I don’t say this right now and get it off my chest, I’ll never say it and I’ll spend my whole life wondering ‘What if..’ so I’ll just say it.. Lyla, I-I think, no. I know I’m in love with you.."
Was he being serious? God I hope he is.
"W-what?" I don’t know what else to say.
Does he really feel that way? Is he really in love with me? I know I’m in love with him.. I have been ever since he auditioned for X Factor. I knew that day, I didn’t want anyone else to see how truly amazing he is.
"Oh my god.. Why did I say that. I’m.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that. I’m sor-"
"Why? Why do you think your in love with me?" I interrupted.
"I know I’m in love with you Lyla. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but your just so intoxicating to me, I could get drunk on the thought of you. When all the madness of the past few years caught up to me, you were right there to calm me. When I felt like everything was spinning around, you were there to slow it down. I’ve spent the past year watching you with different guys and I know I can treat you better than they have. Please, just be mine, I don’t ever want to see you in the arms of another guy. You mean the world to me, your my everything. When I think of home it’s always you I want to come back to, we already share our every thoughts, we can share everything else too, what’s mine is yours and vice versa. Be mine, be my baby. I’ll look after you even more than I already do, I swear we can make this work, just give this a chance..”
My vision was blurry at this point. Tears were like waterfalls in my eyes as he confessed his feeling to me.
"We really are best friends," I paused, seeing a hurt look on his face, "We have so much in common, even our deepest secrets."
"Louis, I’ve been in love with you for two years now." I smiled while wiping my eyes.
I don’t know who leaned in first, but the next thing I knew his lips were pressed against mine as his hands ran through my brownish blonde hair. This is everything I thought it would be. Absolutely perfect. I could feel him smile through the kiss. Pulling away, my face felt hot and I know I was probably glowing with joy.
"So, is that a yes? Will you be my baby?" he asked while blushing with a smile upon his face.
"Of course." I replied, pulling him in for another one of many kisses.