Pigeons,Carrots, and a boy named Louis

Chapter 49- Looking Back

~~~( Eleanor's P.O.V )~~~

"Honey can you go get the mail?" Louis asks while taking a sip from his tea, his feet ontop of the kitchen table as he reclines back in the wooden chair, content as content could be. I smile and nod my head, tying my bathrobe together. "Sure, can you get a job?" I laugh, taking my coffee in hand and taking a delightful much needed sip from it. I make an 'ah' sound as the mocha slides down the back of my throat, slowly awakening my still half asleep mind. "Was I not in One Direction for 5 years? Did I not become so rich from being in that band that we both will never need to work another day in our lives?" He says, looking up from his newspaper with a giddy smile across his face.

"Yes.." I roll my eyes, flopping in my bunny slippers down the hallway as Louis calls out, "Was that another one of your attempts to get rid of me?" I smile as I open the front door, "Number 8,045!"

I giggle and then all of a sudden I trip on a hard object, my body tumbling down the stairs as various "ow's" escape my lips. As I land on the last step, I caress my head in my hands, my pulse throbbing so badly it hurts. I scan my body to see the following cuts and forming bruises damaging my skin, great. Next my eyes trail up to the front door, where a mysterious package lays tipped over and a curious Louis Tomlinson scratching his head not quite sure what to make of the scene.

"Not so observant are you?" He asks, bending down and picking up the box. I watch as he shakes it like he does each Christmas when trying to guess what his present is under the wrapping paper. "Ha what do you know it's your lucky day it's addressed to you!" He smiles, then yelling "Head's Up!" as the brown packaged box meets my face, slamming my head into the ground once more.

"Awful hand eye coordination." Louis jokes as he goes back inside. Typical Louis, if its not him in pain he could not care less. I sigh and pick up the box, eyeing it before ripping off the tape. As I unfold it, my first thought is that this is some kind of anthrax poison and I'm going to die, but instead I pick through the packaging popcorn and come across a journal. My eyes nearly bulge out of my skull as realization kicks in, this was MY journal.

I eye it and slowly open the cover, a letter popping out.

Dear Mrs.Tomlinson,

I was cleaning out the attic of my new home when I found this journal of a teenage girl in there, making me believe that it was yours.

Hope all is well!

-Mr.&Mrs. Jones

I laugh and flip to the first page, smiling like an idiot as flashbacks come to mind. 

"Dear Diary, you will not believe what happened today. My uncle Simon called me out of the blue at 3am asking me if I was still in the babysitting business, the conversation took a turn from that to me coming to Great Britain from Boston to babysit his 5 teenage boys. Then I find out that these 5 teenage boys are in the band One Direction.. so technically I'm babysitting immature adults. Currently I'm sitting on the plane, my mind coming up with crazy outcomes of how this journey would end for me. I think the most reasonable prediction is that they are going to stress me out soo much that I quit the job or one of them starts a fire somehow and then we all die a horrific death and end up in the world news. My sister called while I was in the terminal waiting for the plane and she predicted that I was going to fall in love with one of the boys and marry him and make beautiful babies together! HA that is probably the most unrealistic thing that could happen. Knowing my luck at least. 

Anyways, I wish I could write longer but my eyes are drooping so low that I can't see my pen anymore. 

-Eleanor 

Wow.. who knew Hannah actually had a clue of what my future would turn out to be. Sure she left out all the important dramatic details but hey her prediction was far more accurate than mine. I can't believe 20 years has passed already. I guess I never would've figured that I'd marry Louis, have two beautiful children Jackson and Emma with him, and watch as the band mates got married to the girls that they meet at my wedding. Yeah Daniella and Liam got married, Niall and Presley we're next, Zayn and Victoria, and last to get hitched was Harry and Hannah...So, I guess everything happens for a reason, now I'm going to call up Hannah and ask her how am I going to die. 

~~~Author's Note~~~ 

Hello everyone:)

So unfortunately this was the last chapter of Pigeons, Carrots, and a boy named Louis :( 

I'm really glad I had the opportunity to write for you guys, I'm really thankful you were all here to support the 1st book I've ever written in my life. 

A big shoutout to the following people: @cassieashley , @future_mrs_tomlinson , @EvouzAG , @xXKittyCatInYoHatXx and @AshtonFlaherty for being by far the most supportive fans in the WORLD! 

I can't believe I came up with the idea of this book in the middle of History class while watching a movie about the Revolutionary War in America... 

I love you all and thank you so much for making my dreams come true to actually feel important and that I have a purpose on Earth :) 

Please tell your directioner friends about my book and help me hit my goal of 100,000 reads:) 96,800 we're almost there:)!! 

I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH:) Not like i haven't stated that 1billion other times in this book:P 

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Please feel free to go read my preview of my new book "The Presidents Daughter" .. it will be starting very very soon. Probably some time this week. 

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