Never did Louis Tomlinson think his life would turn out this way. Not only is his first love back in his life but he has amazing friends and a perfect son. After everything they have been through surely now life should be plain sailing. Yet its not...
I've had a lovely date with Louis. We went out for food, drank wine, played footsie under the table, and yeah it was really nice. Louis looked amazing as always. Opting for a plain black shirt and black jeans. His tattoos showing on his upper chest, whereas I went for black jeans and a grey shirt. Of course only half buttoned. I know it gets Louis all riled up and he can't take his eyes off me. Which is exactly how I like it. Although at this precise moment his eyes seem to be anywhere but on me.
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Louis seems perfectly happy and relaxed perched up the bar chatting away with Luke. I know I shouldn't let it bother me but it does. It doesn't help that I know he is around here whilst I am away probably wanting to squirm his way back into Louis life. It's not even that I don't trust Louis. I trust him with everything I have. I just don't like Luke and that he put Louis through shit when I first came back. The fact that Louis seems to have forgotten what kind of person he is, really pisses me off. Yeah I have Louis and Evan, they are my world. We are happy, but I can't help but feel jealous that whilst I am off working he is around. It's him that gets to teach Evan football and see him sometimes more than I do when I am away. I am feeling very vulnerable at the minute. I don't really know why. I have no reason to feel this way and I know that. I suppose after being home for months on end and being with Louis and Evan, I am finding it harder to adjust being apart then I thought I would.
I walk over, heading to the dance floor. I would go and disrupt the happy reunion but at the minute I'm pissed off and after such a nice night I really don't want it to end with an argument.
I make my way through the swarms of people, walking past Louis but not so close that he would see me. I know I could go over but the mood I am now in, it would only lead to a scene and friction between me and Louis. I walk straight past the dancefloor, now not feeling in the mood to dance, especially not alone as I make a detour to the bathroom. I'm not going to lie, I do feel a bit drunk and I need to sober up a bit, no longer in the mood for anymore drinking either. To be honest, I just want to go home. I know my moods have been up and down lately since my dads death, and I probably do need to try and sort myself out. It's just not so easy when I'm back out on the road and spend most of my time alone.
The bathroom thankfully is empty allowing me to sulk in private. I walk to the sinks and splash some cool water on my face, studying my reflection. My eyes are dull, bags under my eyes. To be honest I wouldn't blame Louis for having his head turned at all. I splash water on my face again, god I really need to get a grip. I know I am being irrational and being totally jealous over nothing but I still can't help the feelings. I mean my own dad didn't really care for me so despite what Louis tells me, why should he stick with an emotional fuckwick.
I make my way back to the table, Louis is back there with Liam, both of them laughing and smiling. I put on a smile as I settle back into the booth.
"There you are, I thought you left me?" Louis says, as he reaches for my hand and places it on his thigh.
