What Makes You Beautiful (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 2

Louis

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"Faster boys! Come on! Faster!" coach Loddi yells at us. I dribble the ball between my feet, crossing down the field as fast as I can. He blows the whistle signaling us to stop. "Well done. Each of you take three more shots and then hit the showers. We have big game tomorrow. Don't be late!" coah Loddi tells us.

I get in line, waiting to take my turn at shooting. I stand between George and Kegan, talking quietly. "Dude. I don"t want to be here at eight in the morning tomorrow. That's a little early for a Saturday." Kegan complains to us. "Yeah. I was supposed to hang out with Hannah tonight. But a man needs his sleep." George says. I look at them both. "If you wanted to sleep you shouldn't have joined the team mate." I say laughing, and then walk up to the penalty kick line. I make a running start and send each ball into the net. I start to walk back to the bench to grab my water. "Tomlinson! How about you kick for me mate?!" George asks jokingly. I roll my eyes and jog to the locker room.

After I shower and gather my stuff, I call my mom. "Hey baby, I'm out front." she says, picking up. "Okey dokey!" I say, lining up to walk out to the car. I place my bags in the trunk and climb in the front seat. "Hi honey. How was practice?" my mom asks, driving away from my school. I sigh. "Fine. Just long." I tell her, smiling softly. " How was your day?" I ask her. She laughs lightly. "Well, it was kind of crazy. I had to leave work to go pick up Lottie. She has the stomach flu. I then spent the remainder of my day trying to help her as much as I can. The other girls got home and couldn't stop bickering. Mark is supposed to be home tomorrow and the house is a mess. Then my boss called me twenty minutes ago and I couldn't hear a word he said, because the girls were all shouting. And ahhh... I'm sorry dear. It's been a rough day. I don't mean to ramble." she tells me. I smile at her. "That's alright mum. If you want I can make dinner for you when we get home." I suggest. She shakes her head. "No. No. You have a big game tomorrow and I want you to be able to relax." she says.

I don't say anything. She looks over at me. I raise my eyebrows at her, silently telling her that she is going to loose. She sighs, pulling up into the drive way. I grab all of my stuff out of the car, while my mom goes ahead of me into the house. When I get inside, the girls are going bonkers in the tv room, fighting over what they will watch. I take my dirty practice stuff to the laundry room and put them in the washing basket. I take all the clean clothes from the dryer. I place them on the counter in the kitchen and go back to the tv room. All my sisters are still fighting. I grab the remote from them and put in my pocket. "Homework. Now. Lottie is upstairs sick and mum is not in the mood. Please just help out. I'm making tacos." I say, pointing to the dining room.

They all pout and drag their stuff to the table. I go back to the kitchen preparing everything I need for dinner. After I get everything cooked, I put it all together on the table. "Girls! Wash up for dinner please!" I shout. I take the basket of clean clothes I folded while making dinner and put it on the stairs to take up later. I set everything on the table. The younger girls all begin making their tacos, while I fetch my mom from upstairs.

I find her in her bathroom going throguh the medicine cabinet while talking on the phone. "I can't do tomorrow." she tells whoever is on the phone. She still has her work blouse on, but she has changed into some sweats. I shake my head and laugh lightly. "No. It's fine. Uhh. How bout I call you in the mornign Barb?"

I reach around my mom, grabbing the Tylenol. She sighs and hangs up the phone, saying goodbye to her coworker. "Thanks." she sighs. "Tacos are done. Finish getting undressed and go eat. I will give the Tylenol to Lottie and be down after." I tell her. She looks down at herself and laughs. "I really don't know what I would do without you." she tells me, patting my cheek lightly. I leave her and go to Lottie's room across from mine. She is lightly sleeping when I walk in. I leave the bottle next to her water, and shut the door again.

I go downstairs and join the others at the table. I mind myself, just making my tacos and eating in peace. The girls finish up, leaving me and my mom. She smiles sadly at me. "I'm sorry I'm not doing my mum job very well today. I will do the dishes though. If you could make sure your sisters are in bed that would be lovely." she tell me. I nod, and help her take all the dishes to the kitchen. 

I grab the basket of laundry from the stairs and my bags. I throw all my stuff on my bed and take the other laundry to the appropriate owner. I take the younger girls their stuff and tell them to be ready for bed. I go over to Lottie's room and peek my head in. She is on her phone. I put her clean laundry on her desk. "How you holdin' up?" I ask her, sitting down on the end of her bed. She puts her phone down, and sighs. "Horrible. I hate being sick." she tells me. I smile at her. "I'm sorry. Do you need anything?" I ask. She shakes her head and reaches behind hr to fix her pillows. "No it's fine." she tells me. I kiss her forehead and leave her to rest.

I go back to the younger girls room and find that they are all in bed, talking quietly. "Thank you girls for listening." I say. I kiss them all on the forehead, and turn on the night light. I close the door, and go to my room.

I let out a deeo breath and collapse onto my bed. It had been a long day. I throw my football bag to the corner of my bedroom, and take my history book from my backpack. I might as well get started on the pile of assignments for Mr. Fry. I work for a little bit, then hear a light knock on my door. "Come in." I say, not looking up from the question I was finishing. "Lou hon, you need to go to sleep." my mom tells me. I laugh and close my text book. "I know." I say. She comes over to me and kisses my cheek. "You're amazing. I love you dear." she says, running her hand across my hair. "Love you too mum." I say quietly.

"Is Tyler picking you up in the morning?" she asks me, once she has made it to my door. "Yep. So I probably won't see you till tomorrow afternoon. Sorry I can't be around to help." I tell her. She dissmissively waves her hand at me. "Sleep well." she says, closing the door.

I push myself under the covers and instantly feel my exhaustion take over me when I hit the pillow.