simon's daughter // l.t.

So Long Soilder [ 9 ]

this is okay

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After grabbing lunch on my own, I went back to the tour bus. The stupid, claustrophobic tour bus. With the bitch, and the ex. What a great combination. The boys all stopped talking as soon as I walked in. I slowly removed my heels before walking to the kitchen. I could hear the quiet mumble of the tele, damn, I just want a soda. Everyone kept staring at me, "Okay, what the hell?"

"Dancing?" Zayn asked pulling up a video of the eleven year old me dancing. I covered my face in embarrassment watching as I shook my bum harder then required. Niall's face was red, and he was clapping while trying to take deep breaths. "Can we not look at those?"

We had a good laugh until El came out to sit on Louis' lap. They began to flirt, the worst kimd. The giggling, the cheesy pick up lines, I have to get out of here. Moving to the back room, I sat down in the booth with my guitar held firmly in my hands. Everything good has to go bad. It's just the plain truth. "What are you doing?"

"It still hurts-" I only got the far before Louis came from nowhere to scream at me. Liam turned to him shocked, "Shut the fuck up. I don't need to hear your damn voice all the time."

Liam and I sat in silence. I stared out at the road that was moving by rather fast. A year rolled down my cheek, me wiping it away. Liam took my hands, but I pulled away. Turning to face the widow completely, I ignored Liam. Or at least tried to. He called the other boys in here making me feel claustrophobic. "Are we having a seminar?"

"You can let your feelings out. Crying is good for the soul." Harry said throwing an arm around my shoulder. I shrugged it off before crawling out of the booth, "Cry for what? I'm over him- he's an ass! So calm down. I'm sick and tired of people worrying for me! I can take care of myself."

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three hours later

I can't believe I'm Christmas shopping for someone that I hate. Why the hell would you do that, Sky? Let's try not to get cheesy gifts while we're at it. The department store was filled with absolutely no one- and photographers were waiting outside. what is there to see? I'm not even sure why they want to see me with glasses, a random pair of jeans, a sweater, and boots. It's winter, and I am allowed to be lazy. Music blasted through my headphones as I shoved a cart full of gifts to the register. The man looked at me as if I was insane, "Big family."

"Famous family?" He asked shocking me by his casualties. "Yea. We actually just bought a mall last night."

"Maybe I'll work there." He responded smirking finally looking up to me with his striking hazel eyes. "Zach."

"Skylar. See you at my mall." He smiled before handing me the receipt. How the hell am I going to leave? A hand on my shoulder turned me around- Perrie. She offered me a warm smile before pointing towards the back. "There's a car waiting outside, unless you want to go through that."

"Thank you- did the boys send you?" Perrie immediately shook her head. I sighed in relief before holding up the bags, "Let's go. Do you want some food?"

"Yes! I feel like we need to talk, or something. With the while Zayn situation," Perrie hinted as we got into the car. I nodded my head not feeling uncomfortable by the topic at all. We both sat in the warm subway after ordering our food. I got comfortable in our booth, "I'm sorry for what Zayn did! I thought he was single, and he told me he was single."

"He was. We weren't dating. I'm not mad, I'm over it. Don't give it too much thought." Perrie looked at me skeptically, "I don't want you to feel like you have to forgive him."

"You're a sweetheart. I'm forgiving him because I want to."

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"Can we just lay here all day?" I asked Louis turning to trace his jaw bone, Lou stared at me with a ghost smile on his face, "Anything you want."

"So you'll buy me a golden bicycle? It has to be all gold." I asked teasingly as his face neared closer to mine, "Again, anything you want. I really, really like you. Do you like me?"

"What is this, middle school?" I asked with a small smile, but Lou's eyes showed that he was serious, "Yes. I like you a whole bunch."

"So can I kiss you?" Louis asked his lips just hovering over mine. I barely nodded my head before his lips met mine softly. It was a slow kiss, not saying that it wasn't enjoyable. Louis moved so that his whole body was on top of mine, our breathing getting heavier as the kiss heated up. My hands played with his hair- he kept his by my waist, what a gentleman. The front door slammed open- separating our lips. I let out a content sigh before smiling up at him, "You can kiss me."

Louis pecked my lips one last time winking at me. I got off my bed with him trailing behind. Suddenly- the door opened. Louis fumbled around before hiding in my closet. "Dad!"

"Skylar! How are you, love?" I let out a sigh making it seem like I was panting. "I just need to take a shower, talk to you downstairs?"

"See you downstairs." I mumbled closing the door with a heavy sigh. Louis' head popped out of the closet, throwing what looked like his shirt at me. "Let's go shower!"

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Can I not have a flashback every single time Louis' face comes into view? He sat with El, looking directly at me. I stared back not at all feeling intimidated. For some reason, I began to sing Arabian Nights. Harry began to hum along while acting like he was directing a symphony of penguins. His arms were flopping obnoxiously, almost hitting Eleanor in the face. I accidentally let out a laugh causing El to glare at me. "What are you laughing at, punk?"

"Again, thank you for calling me that. I've always wanted to be punk!" I responded sarcastically. All the boys turned to me as I stormed out of the room. What the actually fuck? Harry came in shortly after me with a determined look on his face. What now?

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