Love You Goodbye [Harry Styles]

Chapter One

GENO CADWELL TOMLINSON

"Geno, hurry up! We're late!" My husband yelled from downstairs.

I hooked up my earrings in my ears, and sprayed a little more hairspray to my curled, long, blonde hair. I sighed and did one last twirl in the mirror, admiring myself.

I'm wearing a mid-thigh, white dress, with white floral prints on it. There's a band of black lace at the bottom of the dress, and I topped it off with a black blazer that is kind of like a crop top. I had black heels on and a sparkly, diamond earrings, necklace, and my wedding ring.

"Coming!" I yelled, grabbing my purse and running down the stairs.

I tripped on the last stair, lucky to have a pair of strong arms catch me.

"Geno Cadwell Tomlinson, you are bloody clumsy," my husband commented.

I looked up at him, and playfully gave him a death glare. "And you, Louis Tomlinson, look great, also," I say sarcastically.

Although I did not mean it. Louis looks handsome tonight. He kissed my lips and allowed me to stand on my feet, backing away from me a little so that he could run his eyes down my body. As he does so, Louis had his bottom lip between his teeth.

I smirked.

"You look hot," he simply complimented.

"I know."

Louis is currently wearing a navy blue suit, with black dress shoes, and his hair is gelled back perfectly with a little strand of hair hanging off of his forehead.

Perfect.

Did I mention he smelled like cologne, too?

He playfully slapped my bum as we made our way out the door, and into our car.

⏩⏩

"Oh my gosh! Louis!" I laughed.

"I know, right?! He just went ahead and did it, and he did not stop even when the security guards were dragging him out the store," Louis adds on, laughing between words.

My stomach hurts. We've been laughing at embarrassing friend memories for the past 20 minutes. The one he was just telling was about his friend Niall who danced on a cashier without any clothes, or shame.

Louis kept his eyes on the road while we told stories and laughed, sometimes swerving in expectantly towards other lanes because he couldn't control his laughter. We literally almost died multiple times!

After a while, our laughter died down.

"So how is that little goofball, by the way?" I asked.

"Ah, Nialler? He's great. That's why he is inviting us and other friends to this dinner party. Says he misses us," Louis explained.

I nodded and looked out the window. It is now dark, almost seven o'clock. The city lights of Toronto never seems to bore me. It truly is an amazing city. Very different from London, where me and Louis and basically every close friends I have, used to live.

The CN Tower glows multiple colors tonight, as we drive pass it. I should go in there sometime. When was the last time I've actually been in this area?

⏩⏩

HARRY STYLES

"She just never lets me talk about the things that bother me!" Gale, a lovely boyfriend to an extremely hot girlfriend named Emily, says.

"It's frustrating! She's always the one who 'controls' this relationship. It's like I'm not here at all!"

I look over to Emily sitting beside Gale, and wait for her to say something. She only shrugs like none of this matters to her.