Stop the Chase (L.T. Fanfiction)

3.2

I know okay, I am not really sure if he can even understand what that means or if he was a fan of TFIOS. I was panicking and I can't think straight.

Just when I thought my heart has reached it speed limit it literally went insane I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack any minute now, when right after I sent my text he was already typing a response. I gulped massive amount of air because I feel like I was drowning in my own blood as my heart continues to pump out wildly.

Louis: So you know how to reply, I was actually thinking you're just going to ignore me forever. And you lost me. That message is about as cryptic as Harry's tweets.

I chuckled at his response. He's definitely not a fan of TFIOS; typical male not into sappy romantic books. I can't help but compare him to Enrique.

Enrique is a hopeless romantic, like the type who memorizes cheesy romantic movie lines and would watch cheesy romantic movies, someone who would arrange mind blowing romantic dinner dates. He's every little girl's ideal man - filthy rich, unarguably good looking and romantic.

I remember the time when he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. Although we've known each other since we were kids and already treat each other special, that day he made it official. We were in the campus of New York University, we were both freshman studying business and I didn't know how he did it but he had people scattered around the buildings with a rose and a note telling me where to go next until there was him right at the center of Washington square park.

I didn't know how he even pulled it off but he stood right in the middle with a massive bouquet of flowers of different kind, since he knew I love all of the flower's variety. Before I reached him, there was a line of students each had a letter in their hand saying, WILL YOU, then when I got to him at last, I asked him breathlessly, "Will you what?" he smiled, went down on his knees and said "Summer Lim Zamora will you officially be my girlfriend?"

I smiled at the memory in spite of myself. I must admit, we did have a great time together, we build dreams together. It's just that maybe I needed some time alone because towards the end of our relationship I feel like it was becoming more of an obligation. I mean that I was obligated to see him, be with him because he's my boyfriend and not because I genuinely want to spend time with him. I was not happy anymore. I feel like I was being choked and I needed space to breathe.

That's the reason why I was in Singapore that fateful night when I bumped into Louis Tomlinson.

And maybe the reason why I was drawn to him in the first place was because he was like a breath of fresh air; he's like an unexpected adventure out of a boring routine. He was exciting and fun. He's a bit rough on the edges and doesn't give a flying fuck about it. It's easy to forget he was massively famous. And I get to be myself around him unlike when I'm with Enrique wherein I was forced to conform to social standard. Enrique's just too perfect.

I was ripped away from my thoughts when my phone rang. Louis was definitely not a patient guy. I smirked to myself as I answered the call.

***

I was on my way to the address Louis had texted me. He was in some studio somewhere in LA and I'll be meeting him there to grab some late lunch. I didn't want us going out somewhere public because this was LA and paparazzi are practically crawling on the streets.

I already spotted his security Alberto even before I got out of the cab. He had spotted me too and immediately motioned for me to follow him. I was about to go after him when someone caught my attention freezing me in place.

Ysabella, Enrique's cousin was heading straight towards me and by the way she was frantically waving her hand in my direction she already knew it was me. Fuck!

I was literally going into a full scale panic attack; I didn't know what to do. She definitely looks mad judging from her glare. Fuck! Why must she be here of all places?! Yeah right, because her boyfriend is a music producer. Oh sweet hell! I was literally on a crossroad right now, it's like I was seeing my entire life in front of me. I was suddenly faced with two possible lives, two options, waiting for me to take. There's Ysabella which will lead me back to Enrique.

Then there's Louis.

I can now see Louis outside the back door waving me in, smiling so big. I reluctantly looked away and felt my heart broke into a million pieces as I turned my back on him instead, going towards the opposite direction.

I have always been a coward. I always choose option three and that is to run. No bad choices, only escape. It's much safer, right? Thankfully I spotted an empty cab right as I round the corner and I immediately jumped inside.

I'm so sorry Louis.

The words were repeated in my head a million times as if doing it would justify what I did. I really didn't want to leave him like that; not when he looked genuinely thrilled to see me. I just panicked after seeing Ysabella. Damn! Now I had to leave this place again. Enrique will be here anytime soon that was guaranteed.

***

"What the fuck was that!?" Louis was clearly fuming at the other end of the line. I was already on my way to the airport when I finally got the courage to answer one of his bazillion calls.

"I'm really sorry Louis. I really didn't want to leave you like that. I just had to lea--," he cut me off before I could even finish explaining myself.

"Are you playing some sick joke on me? I saw you there I was waiting for you at the back door but you just had to leave. Again! Without even some kind of explanation why!" he practically yelled at me over the phone and I physically cringed. Okay. He's definitely furious.

"What, aren't you even going to say something? You're making this a habit don't you?" He spat and I felt my cheeks turn red. Anger surged through me at his words. No one has ever dared to insult me ever and it's not like I was doing this on purpose. What is wrong with him acting like he fucking has me figured out.

"You know what! Fine! Believe whatever you want to out of it. I don't even care!" I hissed trying so hard to reign in my temper. Frustration over this whole situation is eating me raw. I know it's not right to lash out on Louis like I did after I had stood him up twice now. But I can't help myself. I'm so close to exploding without him adding to my list of worries.

He was silent for so long I thought he already ended the call when he suddenly spoke, "Fine! Continue playing your fucking games but I'm not going to be a part of it anymore!"

It was like he just dropped a bomb on me and every cell in my body blasted into tiny broken fragments. I didn't know I was this affected by him until now. I feel like I was going through a heart break when he ended the call without so much as another word.