False (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

 Author's Note:

I have recently been getting back into Wattpad and finally updating my long forgotten stories. I have arranged my story into chapters, organizing my story and enhancing the ability to read the story in a more efficient way. I am sorry if there has been any confusion.

On with the chapter..

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I hailed a cab because I had gotten a little tired, and I had promised Eleanor that we would chat the next morning. It was 4 A.M. and the stars were growing dimmer as the sky grew blue. The air was crisp and left me with a red nose and ears. It had started snowing in the area I was in, God knows where I was.

I told him the directions to my flat and I stared out the window at beautiful London. I felt safer as we drove on streets that were familiar. I pointed to the apartment and gave him the money. I got out and crossed the road, careful not to fall on the fresh layer of ice that had appeared over the night. I grabbed my key and unlocked the door. 

I walked up the stairs that lead to the left of my kitchen. I had a small little kitchen, a round high table with 4 chairs that was rarely used unless I had someone over. I put my bag down on the counter and walked into my bedroom, undressing and running a hot shower. I needed a little warming up to get through this weird, unexplainable feeling I had, especially near Louis.

Had I ever had this feeling? I thought to myself underneath the running water. I don’t remember anything to do with this kind of feeling. Well, there was the same sort of feeling back in freshman year. I liked this guy named Andrew, oh what a mistake that was, I thought.

Wait.

I liked a guy named Andrew and I had a similar feeling around him as I did Louis, although with Louis it was much higher on the scale of intensity.

So, what did this mean, Paisely? I grabbed the shampoo and fluffed up my hair in it, soaking it with water and squeezing it to get all f the bubbles out. I grabbed the conditioner and applied it, rinsed, and shaved my legs. 

I thought a little deeper. I was totally clueless but there was one thing I was hanging on to. I pulled the razor on my knee too quickly as it was bent and I saw fresh blood leaking on to my tub’s floors.

“I love Louis Tomlinson,” I whispered, staring at the cut.

How?! I don’t fucking get it. Did this just hit me? Or had I liked him this entire time?

I was so utterly confused and I racked my brains on the past few years. I remember having small chills in sophomore year with Louis. And I believe it intensified after a while.

(Flashback)

“Hey Louis!” I beamed, walking up to him in the chill of winter. I decided to go natural today and not wear makeup to school. Louis didn’t respond. He just stared.

“Louis, are..” I chuckled and I realized he was staring at me. “..you okay?” I finished after a few moments. His eyes broke the gaze suddenly and he nodded vigorously.

“Of course! I-I think you look stunning today,” he confessed, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly. 

“Thanks,” I say. I felt an electrical current shock through my body.

I remembered that moment in time. Why? I remembered that feeling, didn’t I? That shock. That jolt. Does that mean that you love someone?

(Flashback)