What Makes You Beautiful (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 5

Lily

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When we finally get home, I can't help but feel confused. I saw Louis twice today. And every time he helped me somehow. I felt like I needed to thank him, but I didn't know how. I sit in the living room with my dad, somewhat watching a football game on tv.

"That Louis boy was nice." my dad says, pulling me out of my thoughts. "He is. Compared to the other football boys he is amazing." I say. My dad eyes me curiously. "Do you like him?!" he asks excitedly. "Dad!" I moan. "I don't even know him really." He laughs, pointing his finger at me. "Someone has a little crush. But I don't mind. He's nice, good looking, and he likes my nuts!" he says. I burst out laughing. "I'm going upstairs." I tell him. "Oh and he plays football which is an added bonus!" my dad calls to me, as I run up the stairs.

I close myself into my room and get my computer. I sit on my bed and log onto Facebook. I scroll through my timeline a bit before a new notification of a friend request pops up. It was from Louis. I quickly accept it, and click on his page. I can't help but Facebook stalk him a bit. I look through some of his pictures and posts. The messenger bar on the bottom of my screen pops up. I read it. "Hey Lily." It was from Louis. "Are you Facebook stalking me by any chance?" I reply. I can't help but laugh. Never in a million years did I think I would be talking with Louis Tomlinson on Facebook. He replies, typing in a shocked face, then saying, "How did you know?!" I smile and send my reply.

Before I know it we had talked for over two hours on Facebook. I had learned so much about him. He had played football since he was four years old. He could play the drums. His favorite movie was Greece. And even that he used to be terrified of thunderstorms. I had told him about me too. It was really nice to be able to talk with someone and not be so shy. But then again it wasn't in person, and I was honestly terrified to be talking to Louis. I finish up some math homework before heading downstairs. My dad is still watching football. "I ordered Dominos love, so it should be here soon." he tells me, as I sit down next to him. Manchester United and Barcelona were currently playing. "Who are you rooting for dad?" I ask him. He looks over at me. "Manchester. Are you suddenly interested in football?" he asks me. I bashfully smile and pull my knees up to my chest. "If you want to know the truth I have always been curious." I say quietly. He sits up more in his seat and looks at me. "That's it! We are going to have our first football lesson!" he tells me. The doorbell rings and he goes to the door, coming back with two pizzas. He sets then on the coffee table and goes to the kitchen, getting plates and drinks.

"Okay. First things first. Each match is made up of ten field players an one keeper. Each team is..." he starts. I literally sit with my bad for almost three full football games. He tells me anything and everything I would need to know about the game. He seems to be excited that I am finally interested in his passion, besides his nut business. "Thanks dad! For teaching me so much." I tell him. He yawns. "I'm happy we can do something together that will be fun. Only if you want. But thanks for letting me teach you." my dad tells me. I give him a hug. "Your the best." I say.

I pick up the left over pizza and our plates while my sad finished the game that on. I load up the dish washer and wipe down the counters. My dad comes and leans on the doorway of the kitchen. "I'm so proud of you. And I'm sure your mother would be too." he tells me. I smile, and go up to my dad. I kiss his cheek and hug him again. He kisses my head. "I love you dad. Goodnight." I say, slipping past him.

I go up to my room and get ready for bed. I get in bed and look over at the picture of me and my mom by my bed. She had been gone for six years now, but it still felt weird to think of her being gone. I turn off my light and try to fall asleep. It doesn't happen very quickly. I have so much on my mind. Louis. My dad. My mom. School. Nuts. Homework. Just everything. When I do fall asleep all I can dream about is Louis, and how things will turn out on Monday.