Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3

Part thirty

Louis' POV

 It's been kind of weird not seeing, Winnie today. Like yeah I mean we were separated for like a really long fucking time, but then last week we weren't. Those seven days were just me and her and it's just different I guess. Especially, since I know that she likes me back and everything was just going really awesome and now it's gone again.

 The windows are now closed and my lighter is kept safe within her hands in another continent completely and yeah, I missed the lads but damn.

 You can't just ask a dude out after a week of the two of you being all over eachother right when he's leaving and expect him to focus on something else.

That just won't and can't happen.

At least not for me.

 So right when I got back to some state I really don't care about, I just stuffed my face into the hotel's pillows and went to sleep, ignoring all of Niall's complaining about me not saying hi to him properly.

What a needy lil irish twat he is, really.

 The alarm woke me up this morning, my arm attempting to sling around a body beside me that wasn't there and I couldn't help but groan at that.

 There was no warmth beside me, my left leg on top of the duvet while the other was beneath it, the morning already starting off as a sucky ass one.

 It could have been a hundred degrees over there, and I still would wake up completely close to her, our legs intertwined with my chest to her back as I would wake up from the tickling sensation of her loose hair strands brushing my nose. It's seriously the greatest way to wake up and if I could decide, I wouldn't have it any other way.

 However, good things can't happen to me for a long time. The winning streak ending when I reached the hotel on that last day and saw Garett zipping up my luggage.

"Finished putting in your shirts and trousers but don't you bloody think that I'm going to even go near your underwear. God knows what you have put those things through." he had said, my body dropping on the small couch near the television.

 He released a 'hmm' sound, my eyes closing and I heard his footsteps from far away.

"Guessing you had a good week." he added.

"Fuck." I said.

 By the time the lads and I had breakfast in Zayn and Liam's room, I was already falling asleep again, the sounds of all the screaming fans outside creating a small pain in the side of my head.

"Louis, bro."

 I felt a nudge to my shoulder and I just pointed my chin up, my eyes opening barely to a squint.

 I looked over at, Zayn who was stuffing a small piece of toast in his mouth, the circles under his eyes looking even darker than my own.

"You've been dozing back and forth all morning, man. You gotta wake up! Want me to order up some coffee?"

 I shook my head and, Niall started laughing, Liam typing something up on his phone, most likely some lame ass tweet about the eggs he probably said he was enjoying even though he still hadn't even fucking touched them.

 "Tommo is probably tired from all the rainfall watching with his girl." Niall joked, his voice filled with that charisma that would probably look like a huge ray of light if you could bottle it.

 My eyes widened at that and I felt my whole face heat up right to to the tips of my ears.

"What did you say?" I asked, my whole back un-slouching as I narrowed my eyes at the blonde.