False (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

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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Louis POV:

She never liked me, did she? I thought. My tears felt frozen on my face almost instantly. I pulled my beanie farther over my ears. I puffed out some air and it turned into a white smoke.

Paisely was perfect. She had gorgeous, natural brown hair. It was the color of chestnut. Her face was constantly glowing. She knew the right things to say when you were upset. She would’ve been there for you even if she had just been shot. Her perfect blue eyes that I always look for a chance to stare into. Her body, oh how perfect her body is. That sexy curve, the small hips and big bum. The flat stomach, those hip bones that popped out when she laid down. She had the defined collar bones that no one had. Her legs were long and strong, beautifully pale she was. I missed those rosy cheeks and plump lips already. I was crying harder and harder as I walked back to the boys’ and I’s flat. 

I wish I would’ve kissed her. I could’ve comforted her. I could have been there for her during those heartbreaking anxiety attacks. Her face staring into nothing had frightened me, but I knew her pain. I saw her shallow breathing when I touched her, I knew those chills she had. I felt an eletrical current flow through me at the smallest touch of Paisley’s fingers. I just want to hold her again. I want to kiss her beautiful neck down to her collar bones, down her shoulder blades and back up to her plump lips. I want to run my finger along her spine, up and down for an entire night as she sits with her face in my shoulder, eyes closed, breathing slowly, relaxing as I give her chills again and again.

I want her so badly it hurts. I have an acutal pain in my chest where my heart was. It was throbbing as I took short, untimely breaths. I sniffed and cried again and again, wanting to scream.

Paisely was my best friend.

I love Paisley.

I am in love with Paisely.

“I am in love with Paisely,” I mumble. My lips were chapped as I was breathing in cold air. “I am in love with Paisely,” I say aloud, louder. “I am in love with Paisely.” I say, raising my voice. Louder and louder I say it, until I am yelling.

“I love you Paisely,” I yell out loud, my voice cracking. I can’t even handle this. I sat down at the corner of a bookstore and I cried, cried and sobbed like a little girl. I hated this. I loved her so much. 

I had lost her, in a blink of an eye. I wished I never pretended to like Eleanor, I wish I just told her how I felt. Maybe then, she would’ve grown feelings for me. With enough time. Now everything was rushed, and One Direction was on the verge of becoming famous in the US, and now Simon was discussing releasing a brand new album. I couldn’t handle the pressure, and with the guilt of Paisely on my shoulders, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I was going to make Paisely fall in love with me one way or another. I swear I will catch her. I will never leave her. I promise that if I hurt her, I will hurt myself. I will make everything better again. I swear by it.

Paisely POV:

I stared at the door for a minute, reeling from how bad that turned out to be. Louis loved me like I thought he did. I finally had him in my grasp, and I let him slip through like sand in between my fingers. I was dizzy, lost and confused. Once again.