Lou & Liv Trilogy (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Olivia's P.O.V. 

I had a beautiful vacation planned and now it's down the toilet. Now I'm in New York City. I completely forgot jet-lag and that makes it even worse. I'm up by the early hours of the day without anything to do and in bed by five.

I really wanted to leave but I couldn't get a flight out. New York City is nothing like Los Angeles. It's cold and rainy here. LA was nice sunshine. People are mean here. LA citizens are so friendly. I just wish I had been able to go back to my beautiful city. But I guess that's only a place I could go with Louis.

If we ever got back together.

I wanted to see him, I really did. I wanted to talk to him so bad. But I knew I couldn't. He doesn't want me anymore. He doesn't love me. If he loved me he would have called. It he wanted me back he would have found me. He knew I was back in London, I'm sure. He knew that so why didn't he do anything?

Because he doesn't want me.

He doesn't love me and he doesn't want me. He would have done something by now if he did. But if he doesn't do anything then I'm practically forced to go see him by Avery. She's been breathing down my neck the entire time, telling me to go see him. I just shrug it off, promising that I'm just 'waiting for the perfect time'. Psh. That's bullshit. I'm just waiting for Louis. 

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Louis' P.O.V.

"Where is she?" Everyone had the same question. There was a model that we were supposed to be doing the photoshoot with, it was some special thing that she had to be in. Or at least some girl. I didn't really know the whole story, but apparently she never showed up and won't answer any calls. 

"Are they going to cancel the shoot?" I asked Niall, who was closest beside me. He shrugged. As everyone frantically kept running around, trying to figure something out we just stood there. We were dressed and primped, ready for the shoot. I fiddled with my clothes. They were itchy. I hated the shoot where we had to depend on someone else. There'd been too many fall outs and I hated showing up, ready to go, and figure out it would just be dropped.

"Okay I'm on the verge of asking someone on the streets." One camera announced, getting overwhelemed. I playfully punched Liam's arm. He didn't move and kept staring off into space. 

"I want to go home." He whispered, probably only to himself. But since I was right next to him, I heard. 

"Me too." I agreed. He looked over at me with sad eyes.

"As much as I love traveling, I'm done with it. I want to spend the holidays at home. We're supposed to go to France and Sweden in December and I don't know if I can take another long flight. I'm done with it." He was steamed. I nodded.

"I'm pretty sure that's a mutual feeling between us all." I said.

"Honestly I sometimes wish it never happened but they I realize I'm living the dream I asked for. Like I just wish we were normal people again, but at the same time I don't. You know?" He asked. I nodded largely.

"Completely." I exaggerated. Liam sighed as we watched the mayhem around us. If she didn't show in thirty minutes we would plan to fly back to the UK tomorrow and reschedule the shoot for late November. Which meant another flight here and back. 

"Hey when is your movie premiere?" Liam asked. I thought for a minute.

"Not until January of the new year." I said. He nodded. 

"That'll be exciting, huh?" He said. I smiled.

"Definetaly." I agreed. 

"I want to go home." Liam desperately repeated. I slapped a hand on his shoulder.