Back for you (Louis Tomlinson fanfiction)

Chapter 17

 HEY GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   i just wanted to tell you guys that i get to see One direction tomorrow. I'm literally freaking out, i almost fainted when my dad gave me my ticket 2 days ago. i was convinced i wasnt going to be able to go 'cause i couldn't find a ticket but my dad said he's been looking since x-mas. My life will officially be complete as of tomorrownight.

On another happy note, GUYS I HAVE OVER 530 READS!!!!!!!   I'm freaking out again. Thank you all so much. i'll stop boring you now, so enjoy this chapter.

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CHAPTER 17  

 

“White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly”  he sang softly in my ear. I really loved waking up to him singing to me. I wouldn’t mind waking up to his angel-like voice for the rest of my life. I tried not to smile I failed miserably.

“Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line” He was drawing little circles and swirls on my bare arms as he sang in my hair. All I heard was him singing. I guess the rain stopped, unless I’m in my little own world right now. Wow, that sounds weird; I can’t believe I just said that. I sound like a love sick puppy.

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die”

 

I finally opened my eyes and smiled at him. “Hey” I said before coughing.

“Hello love. I think you got a cold” he smiled sadly.

“No shit Sherlock” I laughed before he grinned also.

“At least you still have that sassy attitude of yours” he said wrapping his arms around me in a comforting hug. Even though Louis was very warm, I still got goose bumps. Sadly, these ones weren’t because of him but they were actually because I was cold. “Are you cold or is it just because I have that effect on you?” he smirked starring in my eyes.