Love isn't always easy

Chapter 9 - Back Home

I don't think I can even compare the flight to Paris and out of Paris. Why? Because flying there was exciting, but flying back home not so much. To describe it in one word, it was depressing.

As I was sitting by the window on the plane I looked down out of the window. I couldn't really see anything besides the clouds. So, as I was staring at the grey picture moving in front of me my stomach hurt so badly. Don't get me wrong it wasn't because I ate something bad but because of my anxiety. There was no way I could stop thinking about Louis no matter how hard I tried.

Everything that had happened in France was, just, indescribable. All of the memories were incredible. But just a thought of me and Louis not being together broke my heart.

I went through my memories in my mind and they made me. Remembering the silly pictures we took made me smile. I even laughed to myself from time to time but somehow they were also tearing my heart apart. Thinking about all the times Louis and I wandered the streets, laughing, talking, shopping, many boring sights we visited but it wasn't important as long as we were together.

I was sitting in my dress he had given me that same day. I was a little cold so I covered myself with a blanket. Four hours had gone by since I last saw him but it was enough for me to already miss him. Miss him too much. II missed his smile, his words and just us dancing.

I tried to remember every single thing he said and I got lost in my mind. So many memories in just two weeks... I could go on describing forever.

Paris is such a beautiful city and I even made it to be the top of the Eiffel Tower. I actually faced my fear!

I still remember every day like I'm still living it. Well it was a few months ago so I might be exaggerating...

I had known Louis in person for only two weeks. But two weeks was enough for us to fall in love. Did we? I didn't know what I was saying and wasn't it a little bit too soon to fall in love with someone so fast? I couldn't figure out what exactly was what I felt for him. If it was love or not I couldn't explain how much I really cared for him.

I couldn't think anymore, I was actually tired of thinking! I decided to listen to some music. It would calm me down and think for me. I was just about to pick a song when I realized there was a new playlist 'One in a million'. As I played it I came to realize Louis made it for me because they were all of my favorite songs and no one else could've done it. But when? I didn't know but once again he took the time to do something for me. A simple little thing. I love the little things and that one meant the world to me. It just made it harder for me because I knew it was almost impossible for me to let him go.

I spent hours listening to the songs over and over again and I just couldn't hold my tears anymore. First a few fell but everyone around me was sleeping so nobody saw me. I closed my eyes, lost in my own thoughts and the lyrics of the songs. That's when more and more tears came running down my face.

Not aware I fell asleep and it must have slept for hours because when I woke up the plane was just about to lend. I felt much better but I was still sad. To be honest I felt a little nervous about going back home.

It took us about a half an hour more but then we were back on the ground in Los Angeles, California. My mum was already waiting for me at the airport. She was so happy to see me she didn't even notice I was wearing a dress. Her questioning was endless on our ride home. She was so excited to see me and wanted to know all the details and kept going on and on about how she missed me. She didn't even let me speak.

We came home and I wanted to unpack my bags but she wouldn't let me. I love my mum but sometimes she can be exhausting... Anyway, I explained everything to her. Well, almost everything I might have slipped the part about me and Louis.