How To Save A Life: A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

Chapter 34: Mirror Mirror On The Wall...

Eliza's POV:

I munched on a french fry as Lou and I planned my funeral. Lou was having a hard time. I sipped on my frosty and continued to plan.

Look, don't tell me you've never once wondered how people would react at your funeral. Would they cry, smile, gossip about you because you're finally dead? I really wanted to know. Not everyone has the chance to, so why not take the chance when I have it?

Louis texted the boys, Nichole, Simon, Eleanor, Jack and Finn, Sam, Quinn, Josh, Dan, Paul, Lou, Lottie, and Johannah, and a few other band-related friends. We didn't want Pheobe and Fizzy and Daisy, because they were too young. It was the invitation to my funeral, the next night. 

Maybe I should rephrase that... Louis texted them "You" and then broke down sobbing about how there might be an actual chance that I might die. I thought we already passed that phase, but I guess not... So i finished the text, saying,

"YOU LUCKY ARSE! YOU'VE HAVE BEEN INVITED TO ONE HELL OF A PARTY! THE FUNERAL OF ELIZABELLA NIGHTSHADE TOMLINSON!!! WHOOPDY FRICKIN' DO!!! PARTY IS THIS WEDNESDAY AT 6:00 PM! DON'T BE LATE OR WE'LL HAVE TO PLAN A SECOND FUNERAL!" 

And then I pressed send. Lou took back his phone, and grinned. "Sometimes I wonder who's sassier, you or me..." He laughed.

"Aw hell naw! Is that a joke? OBVIOUSLY, I am the sassiest gangsta you eva' met." I smirked, and Lou raised an eyebrow. "Word?" I said, trying to add to my gangsta act for Lou's approval. He burst out laughing,

"I'm totes migoats sassier, darlin'." He smirked, and I melted at his nickname, 'darlin' for me. 

"Naw, bra! Don't make me snap my fingers in a Z formation, hip rotation, booty sensation, elbow elbow, wrist wrist, snap snap, kiss kiss, elbow elbow, wrist wrist, you just got dissed." I yelled, doing the hand motions.

Louis held in a laugh, "Nope, totes sassier!" He smirked evilly and splashed me with part of his frosty.

I laughed, shoving him. I picked up my phone, pulling up my camera so that it showed me. "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the sassiest of them all?" I asked, and snapped a picture of myself, showing it to Louis. "Look! It's me!" I smiled.

"You asked for it!" He laughed, about to pour his whole frosty on me.

"AH!" I screamed, and sprinted away, Louis inches behind me. I ran down the street, to the park where we parked. Then suddenly, I fell to the ground, tackled by Louis, drink still in hand.

"Tell me I'm sassier." He grinned, tilting the cup slightly.

"Nope." I smiled, innocently.

"Do it, darlin'" He said, tilting it so the frosty was just about to pour on me.

"You know, I'd tell you to kiss my ass, but you'd probably fall in love, and then I'd never get rid of you..." I sighed.

Lou put his finger to my lips, hushing me. "Sh, darlin', silence is better than bullshit..."

I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped. I stared at Lou. I guess it was just a realization that hit me. This was us, this is why we were so perfect. I- This may be the last time we'd ever do this, just mess around, and I'd miss it. Heaven wasn't anything compared this...

Casey Abrams's song played through my head.

"Don't need no TV, I don't need no phone, don't need no speedy car to get me home. Don't need no nothing, all I need is time for the simple life..."

Really, that said it all. I didn't need anything, well I needed Lou of course... But other than that, I just needed time to stay, like this, in love, with Lou...

Lou stared back at me, confused at my silence. I smiled slightly. "Wanna play football?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, but responded anyways. "Why of course, darlin'..." He smiled, hopping up, and holding out a hand to help me up. I gratefully took it, and ran to Lou's car to grab a football.

I ran back to him, and he suddenly picked me off the ground, making me drop the ball, hugging me, spinning me in circles. I laughed, surprised.

"LOUIS PUT ME DOWN!" I laughed. He sat me back on the ground, hugging me tightly. "I love you, you know that?" I looked up into his eyes, and nodded.

"Why, yes, darlin'. I love you too." I laughed, mimicking his voice.

"Really? Here I am, trying to be romantic, and you mimick me! NO! No! It's too late! I'm never talking to you again!" He said, dramatically.

"Okay!" I smiled, and started to play with the soccer ball, ignoring him.

"Okay, fine! Fine! Stop begging! I will talk to you! Gosh!" He sighed, and I laughed.

I took the ball, and started to play against Louis, nutmegging him (kicking it through his legs). I smirked, scoring in the goal that we made from our shoes.

"I'm better than LOUIS!!! HAHAHA!!" I laughed, and he frowned, taking the ball, and attempting to score.

Eventually the boys showed up, and we made teams. Niall, Liam, and Louis vs. me, Zayn,  and Harry. The girls were driving home from a trip, but would be back in time for the funeral...

I dribbled up to Niall, and spun off of him with the ball, passing it to Zayn, who shot and scored. My team was definately the best, but just because of Liam. Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Niall all were really good. Liam, on the other hand, definately was more of a watch from the sidelines type of kid. He was quite funny, though, especially when he tripped over the ball, blushing as he brushed himself off. By the end, Louis and Niall just stopped passing it to him.

I looked to the side of our field to see a line of girls sitting in the grass, like fifteen of them, watching us play. I laughed, smiling that the fans were entertained. They cheered as we played. 

I dribbled the ball up to Louis, and he grabbed me, slamming his lips to mine. I froze, surprised, and then relaxed, kissing back. I listened to Hary's and Zayn's wolf whistles and the fans cheering and Niall faking a throw up sound in disgust. Then Lou pulled back, and took the ball past me, scoring. I groaned, not able to believe that I fell for his trap. He smirked in return.

Harry dribbled the ball, and passed it to me. I sprinted to Lou, nutmegging him again, and scored.

"How's it feel to be beat by a girl?" Harry screamed to Lou, and Lou frowned.

"Awe, babe. It's alright. I mean, I'm a pro. It's okay if your girlfriend is just way better at soccer than you!" I smirked, and the boys laughed, except Lou who threw a fit. I looked over to the fans and rolled my eyes.

After the game, which we won, I might add, we went to get icecream, saying bye to the fans, and then it was time for the next item on my bucket list.

I grinned, "TO THE MALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shouted, and all the boys groaned.

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A/N: Okay so, sorry it's short, I wasn't planning on updating before I left for vaca. but thought I should. I will be gone until not this monday, but next monday, without phone service or wifi, so no updating... :( hope you like it, i will make longer chapters this summer! xxx love ya!

-Gretchen.