Lottie's POV
School isn't that bad. Ethan and Emily -so i've heard- are now dating. Me and Louis are closer than ever -if that's possible-. Everybody calls us by our 'ship name'; which is Louette. (A/N LOU-ETT). I wish people would stop calling us a 'couple'. Yet, I want us to be a couple. Sigh. Yet if that happens, things go wrong, and BAM! No longer friends. I see Louis running up to me, and I smile.
"I f-finally c-c-caught up t-t-o you!" He said, out of breath. I giggle, and we start to walk.
"It wasn't that far of a run, BooBear." I said.
"It was for me, and I'm not that 'athletic' type of person." He says. I giggle more.
"It was only a block! Sheesh, Lou! You need to get in shape then. I GOT AN IDEA FOR THAT!" I screamed.
"Whenever you get ideas for things, they are never good." Louis mumbles. I scoff, and playfully slap his arm.
"I am your coach! Now, 10 jumping jacks!" I command, and Louis just keeps walking.
"Not gonna work out, LoLo. It's not 'my type'. But nice try, though." He pats my back, which makes my instincts to slap his arm.
"What the hell was that for?!" He snaps, rubbing his red arm.
"Sorry, BooBear. It was an instinct. I just slap people's arms whenever I feel . . . I don't even know." I say. He chuckles, and we keep walking to my flat. Every day after school, we always hang at my place, and talk with Zach and Brent.
"What should we do today?" Louis asks.
"I dunno. I feel like, making a song or somethin'." I say.
"A song of what? Friendship? Love? Hatred?" He asks.
"Again, I dunno. Just anything." I simply say. But the truth is, I wanted to write about my confusion. I feel, happy with Louis, yet sometimes I feel . . . left out. Or not good enough for him.
"Anything, it is!" Louis says, pulling on my hand. Now he wants to run . . . .
"Unlock the door!" Louis commands, jumping up and down. I shake my head, and unlock my door. Louis rushes in, throwing his bag on the ground and running into the music room. I walk in and see Louis, playing random notes. Soon -I guess- got it, and it sounded great. He started playing it over and over until he got it. He opened the bench and grabbed some music sheets. He started writing the notes he played.
"Think of words. The melody is this;" He said and started playing the tune. (A/N The song is What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction! Yup, finally gettin' some 1D songs in here! Haha!) I thought, and got some lyrics.
"Also, I just thought of it. It's NOT about me." I say. I seriously don't want him to think I'm all 'insecure' or I 'need make-up'.
"You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,"
"Good, good . . . any other words?" Louis says, fumbling with the keys. I think hard, since he is beating me in this little competition we are having.
"Here!
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
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My Immortal (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)
FanfictionI'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real T...
