My Revival (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Louis POV

Thoughts of Iris became to flood my mind more and more . Every single time even if I tried not to think about her , my  thoughts will still be clouded by the way she moves , the way her vocals sound , the way her beautiful purple-blue eyes look and her brunette-blonde hair flips nicely when her hair is let down. 

" So Louis , which gorgeous lady has got you into a trance ," asked Lottie , my younger sister.

" Hmm, what ? No wasn't thinking of any ," I said lying through my fake ass plastered smile.

" You know Lou , lying is a horrible thing and you're terrible at it ," Lottie said , rolling her eyes and smirked .

 "Whats with everyone smirking today ?!" I asked in an obvious annoyance tone.

Lottie just looked at me with the 'spill everything' expression . 

" Louis , no more chit-chat , we need to get you back. Fans and paparazzi are crowding all-over . Quick , let's get going , " my bodyguard said.

With my eyes widened and a sigh , I got up from my seat and hugged my sister before leaving the place . She hugged me back before whispering something to my ear ," You're not running away from that matter , Lou."

I laughed and headed outside to find myself flashed with paparazzi's camera flash's and fans shouting 'I love you ,Louis' or ' Where are the rest of the lads' . Despite the horrible mop which I think I had worst , I still managed to get back to my precious range rover car . I gave out a sigh of  relief as soon as the car starts to move out of the area . 

 Iris POV

I was at my house built in studio where I wrote almost every song . Frustrated with what lyric I should end it with , I threw my pen across the table making a 'clink' sound . If I could pull my whole skull out, which I think I would've.

 As I was looking around my built in studio to come out with a lyric to end , I saw a photo frame. The photo frame was a picture of my late fiance and I , the last time we had a vacation together in Maldives as an engaged couple. Looking at it ,I pick it up from its spot and rubbed my thumb over the picture of him and I . Tears fell freely from my eyes. I truly missed him . The way he would look at me is the way every girl would like to be looked at .The way how his hugs feel , how his goodnight kisses feel and how his heart palpitates when i put my head on his chest looking for comfort. The way he cheers me up and tell me to take pride of myself.

By now , I was in full crying mode . I hugged the picture and put it back at its spot before leaving the studio . I put on a coat and went out of the house . It felt like someone took my heart out and stepped on it and left me by the lurch.

 " I miss you ,John ," I stifled a sob when I was in my Lamborghini. 

I drove my Lamborghini to his tombstone where i visited him .

  "Its been so long  , darling . How are you? " I  whispered softly when i reached his tombstone rubbing it. 

As if he heard me , a gust of wind blew . I gently spread the roses I got and looked last time before I got into my Lamborghini.

" What took you so long? You have exactly 25minutes! " Sarah , my manager , pushed me into the dressing room . 

" Alright , lets get moving !" Stella clapped her hands and pushed me to a chair.

A/N : Picture in link is Andrew