Tom Linson (A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

Chapter 9: Please Lou

So I have had the biggest writers block kind of thing for the last... Ya know.... Two years and I felt like my writing had become generic and boring so I kind of gave up but as a year 12 I thought the best way to procrastinate assignments and such would be to continue writing! I truly hope there are still people that read this and I'm truly sorry that I suck but hopefully this is the continued fanfic :)

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recap:

What am I doing? I not only invited a celebrity to stay and my flat, but I invited the guy that I was in love with to stay with me! What am i going to "Ddo?!

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Parking along the street in front of my flat soon had my hands sweating like crazy. Maybe inviting him wasn't the best idea! My flat wasn't very big after all, only two bedroom and on bathroom and tiniest shared living, dining and kitchen ever! But it was all I could afford. I know, you're probably thinking that if my parents were such big shots why couldn't they pay for a fabulous flat with all the new fads! Well they want me to stand on my own to feet so I'm left to fend for myself with the small allowance they give me when I help out in the studio.

"So... This is it..." I murmured, turning the car off, "I'm on the second floor, do you think you can handle the stairs? We don't have a lift."

"Urm, I think I'll be okay," Louis replied, scrutinising the building, "plus, I'm sure you could always carry me the rest of the way up if I get tired."

He grinned at me with that cheshire cat grin of his and I couldn't help but relax. I rolled my eyes at him and helped him out of the car.

"Do you need all the stuff out of your car?" He asked me as we were walking through the front doors of my building.

"Well considering it's been in your hospital room for so long and I never desperately needed it then, I'm just going to leave in there for a while," I replied, my response filled with sarcasm. It was his turn to roll his eyes at me now, I just laughed in response and began to help him upstairs.

I tried to remember the last time I had actually my flat and couldn't for the life of me remember. I knew that my second bedroom in my flat was filled with all of my art supplies and old paintings and I was sure Louis wouldn't mind them, he always tells me he liked my work anyway. I just hoped that there wasn't anything super embarrassing in there. Like how awkward would it be if I'd left my underwear all over the place from last time I did washing, or all of my 1D stuff was still out from when I was looking through it the other day, or my drink was filled with dirty dishes, or or...

"Letty, are you going to unlock the door or are we going to just sleep outside?" Louis asked me. Much to my amazement we'd walked all the way to my door and had been standing outside of it for who knows how long whole I had a mental breakdown about the possible state of my flat.

"Uhhh yeah, yeah," I replied, flustered that I had been spacing out, "I apologise in advance if it's really messy though okay?"

He just laughed in response, "considering how messy my room was I wouldn't be all that surprised if it was."

I shook my head and let him into the flat, to my surprise I must have cleaned in the middle of the night again because it wasn't too unclean.

"Umm, couch, kitchen, bathroom, your bedroom, my bedroom," I gestured to different places around the room so he know where everything was, "make yourself at home."

"Brilliant," he sighed, falling into the soft cushions of the couch.

"I'll go get your bag out of the car," I told him, "I'll be back in two seconds and then we can figure out what to get for dinner!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the muffled reply I got from him. Jogging down to my car I couldn't help but doubt whether this would be as good an idea as I thought it was going to be. It was only for a week but a week in a tiny flat with someone you were so in love with that you don't always know what to do with yourself would seem like an infinity.

When I got back upstairs Louis had rolled over on the couch and was sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him considering he was still so sick that I placed a blanket over him and put me sheets on the brewed in my spare room. I put his bag on the bed so he knew where it was too. I quickly checked over the room and found an incredibly old sketch I had done of myself. It was a self portrait and I was nude, so I moved that into the wardrobe in my room.

From my room I could hear Louis in the living room. Walking out I saw her was crying. Not the messy kind of crying were there is about everywhere and you can't control yourself, but the kind when you remember an old memory of something and sometimes it makes you sad and sometimes it makes you happy but your so overwhelmed by the memory that you can't help but cry.

"Boo, are you okay?" I asked him softly from across the room. His head turned in my direction and he just smiled softly and shook his head.

"Please Lou, talk to me," I begged, walking towards the couch.