Him (Louis Tomlinson bwwm)

Email eleven (last name basis)

I sat beside my mother, quickly slipping my phone out of my pocket so it can distract me. Louis and Eleanor were in the kitchen grabbing something to eat from what I heard.

"Evelyn, darling, would you mind getting my purse. It's in the kitchen, if you mind." Mrs.Johanna asked pointing  back to the door that lead into the kitchen.

No she didn't.

"Yes ma'am." I stood up from the couch,playing with the zipper on my jacket. I looked at my mom for help, but she didn't dare look up at me cause she knows what I feel.

I made my way towards the kitchen but on my way there I hear arguing. I stepped closer to the door, letting my head rest against it to hear what was going on in there. I wasn't try to be noisy or anything but I was very curious.

"What's the whole point of you coming down here, if you have to go back in less than 24 hours." Louis fussed.

"I know I'm sorry Lou, it just I was making sure that this so called friend of yours know your mine. But now that I know I don't have competition, I need to go back to LA for the Photoshoot. Cheer up babe, you see me everyday." She argued back.

I stepped from the door not wanting to hear anything else. She's right, she doesn't have competition. I mean look at me and look at her.

I took in a deep breath, pushing the door open. I can tell I had completely cut them off guard. I kept my head down, as I looked for his mother purse. Why did she have to pick me out of all her kids in there? I'm starting to think she set this all up. She knows I have feelings for her son.

"You were suppose to be here with me." Louis murmurs.

"I'm sorry Louis but I can't stay!! What else do you want from me? I met your parents!"

Where is this lady's purse? I must add that this is a pretty large kitchen.

"We don't do couple things,  we don't hang out anymore. You don't even see me on tour."

What a bad girlfriend! Okay I know im creeping but I can't help it. I'm very curious on why Louis so in love with a bitch.

Oops excuse my language

"Whatever Louis, I'll see you in a month."

She was about to walk off but Louis gripped ahold of her wrist.

"Your leaving tonight?"

"Well duhh." She pecks him on the cheek walking out.

Louis slams his hands on the counter , leaning on it, crossing his arms. I had finally found Mrs. Johanna purse, thank god. I made my way past him, nearly out the door when he called out to me.

"Evelyn."

I turned around quickly, already embarrassing myself. It just felt very nice to hear him say my name.  I missed him.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered. I covered my mouth inwardly rolling my eyes. I can't even talk to a guy I've known for years.

I pinched myself, to wake up from this dream and I soon realized that this was reality. I wanted to touch his face to see if he was actually here. I haven't seen him in a long time, just only behind a screen. And last time I talked to him was through an email and that didn't end well. He has changed these past couple of years. He's not the adorable teacup boy anymore, he's grown up into a man. A hot one at that.

"Nevermind." He frowned, storming out of the kitchen. I stood there, frozen in place. After doing breathing techniques to help calm my self down, i went back into the living room to see Eleanor  telling Louis mother good bye.

"Leaving already?" Mrs. Johanna exclaims, giving her a hug.

"I know." Eleanor fakes frown. "I'm just so busy, an I just had to meet the birth mother of my boyfriend. It was so nice meeting you Mrs?-

"Call me Mrs. Tomlinson."

Wow. She's not even on first name bases.

Louis stood by her side, as she made her rounds on saying goodbye. He looked hurt but also releaved. But why?

I gave his mom her purse back and sat back down beside my mom. After Eleanor left Louis went up to his room and hasn't came down in the past 30 minutes.

I was worried about him.

I excused my self from the conversation I had with his dad, walking up the stairs I used to go up everyday. The same pictures lined the walls as I neared his room. Nothing really hasn't changed here and I like that.

I lightly knocked on his door. I don't know why the hell I'm doing this but he was my friend. A friend I still truly care about.

I heard a groan and the door swung open after a 30 second wait.

Gulp.