A Lost Hope (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter 13- All I Need

Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need
This ain't love, it's clear to see
But darling, stay with me

-Stay with Me by Sam Smith

There's so much pain. So much hurt. So many hours spent lying awake at night in utter pain and despair wishing you were wrapped in someone's arms rather than your blankets. And there's the awful nagging at your chest that eats away and brings tears to your eyes and suddenly you're in a heap on the floor crying wishing that they'd just come back. And suddenly, there's a little spark. Not a roaring fire, but the strike of match. But that single light in total darkness is a bubble of chance, an opportunity eager to be grabbed, a lost hope waiting to be found.

Deep in thought writing my novel, I yelp when Keith places his hand on my shoulder. "Lost in thought Bouquet?" He smirks taking a seat next to me. After the diner incident, Keith has been more persuasive than ever to take me out, wanting a highly deserved "second chance". He's excuse for our last date was that "the good stuff was almost too good'.

"Get lost loser," smirks Louis walking, a coffee holder in his right hand and his car keys in the opposing. I can see the fire behind his eyes as he glares at Keith, surely imagining the various ways to kill him in his head. He places my coffee down in front of me and kisses my cheek before turning back to Keith.

"Are you deaf? I said get lost," growls Louis as Keith shoots him a glare before dashing out of my office. I sip my coffee avoiding eye contact with Louis, instead gazing out the window. From my office I can see the Empire State Building, standing majestically lite up against the cloudy sky littered with snowflakes.

"Busy?" Louis grunts placing his feet up on my desk which I don't push off like normal. He gives me a questioning glance before snatching up what I had just finished writing.

"Give it back, Tomlinson!" I shout, desperately trying to yank the paper out of his hands. I can't let him see what I had been writing... not like it was fan fiction or anything like that.

"There's so much pain. So much hurt. So many hours spent lying awake at night in utter pain and despair wishing you were wrapped in someone's arms rather than your blankets," reads in a girly tone, obviously trying to mock me before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"What is this shit? It sounds like the beginning of a really shitty song?" he laughs glancing up at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"That shit is my novel," I grumble once again trying to pull the paper out of his hands, yet failing as he spins his chair around facing the window so that I can't see his face. A few moments later he turns around, mouth slightly ajar.

"What'd you mean?" he asks, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

"Huh?" I ask as I chew on the end of a red pen which I had been using to edit the paper of my interview with Louis.

"A lost hope?" he asks leaning back further in his chair.

"I don't know," I shrug adding a comma at the end of a clause (grammar 101) before tucking the pen behind my ear.

"What'd you mean you don't know? You wrote it! You should know what it means," he says, a hint of both desperation and curiosity in his voice.

"Just because I wrote doesn't mean that it is a solid idea. It's just a phrase I put together. It seemed to fit," I say collecting the papers and rising from my seat. I had to scan these papers into my computer so that I could finalize the document.

"It's a solid idea for sure! I want to know what it means!" he pleads following me out of the room. I shrug as I head down the corridor, nodding at a few people I know, before entering into the staff room.