Plane Crash ((formerly Louis, Stop It!)) Louis Tomlinson In The Works

Chapter 27 - Louis

(This will be the one of the only chapters in Louis' point of view! I'm doing this because I think you all need to know what Louis has been thinking lately. Also, I deleted that stupid prolog at the very begining of this story, because I realised I kinda steered off topic of it. If you're wondering what it was about it was the short 5 sentances about him cheating on her with a blonde. THAT NOW NEVER HAPENED. ERASE IT FROM YOUR MEMORY!!! So all in all, I lost 1,000 reads on this thing. PLEASE HELP ME GET THEM ALL BACK! Anyway, enjoy!!!)

-Louis' POV-

She left me. She left me for my stupid friend and band mate, Harry. I hate him. I really do. I wonder how long they were screwing behind my back. Possibly right when I started leaving everyday to go over to Eleanor's house. Yeah, sure. I'm the bad guy for cheating on Ivy. Whatever. I don't care. Eleanor is better in bed than her anyway.

I tear at my hair, wanting to hit somthing. Even though I knocked Harry out, I still couldn't release all my anger. I would have hit Ivy, but she stopped me. I have to admit, she's right about all the things she said. I should have come to her after my family died, but I didn't. Maybe if I did, she wouldn't have left me. But she did. Maybe if I had, her and Harry wouldn't have hooked up. He doesn't care about her. No one does, but I did. I know that was rude of me to say, but it's true. She would be out on the streets if I hadn't of met her.

I know I'm a monster. Ivy's told me. I truely am, but I can't change. Sure I'm doing drugs, smoking, and drinking. I don't care. That brings me happiness. Ivy used to. She did, I'm not lying. At one point, she was the light of my life. I loved her. I would have given her anything. I would have tied a lasso around the moon and brought it to her. Damn, I just made 'It's A Wonderful Life' reference. Ivy and I used to watch that on Christmas. I remember holding her when she cried. To tell you the truth, I cried too. We would both bawl our eyes out, then laugh at how stupid we were being.

We would kiss. I miss her kisses. They were full of love, passion, and warmth. She would hug me when I was sad, and tell me she loved me. She would make me food, clean me up, and wait for me while I was on tour. We could sit together and not say a word. To me it showed that we could enjoy one another without saying a word. It showed that we didn't need to talk to have a good time.

Ivy would be there for me, even when my family wasn't. Her and my mother would get along so well, it was like they were best friends. They would talk, shop, even eat together. My sisters would do her hair. She even let the little hell raisers dye it all green once. It was a disaster, but Ivy thought it was great just because the girls did it themselves.

My step dad would pat me on the back, and tell me I did great in life. He would tell me I picked a good one to love, that she was a family girl, beautiful, and full of light. He said he couldn't wait for me to make her my wife. "You would make the most beautiful babies," he would say.

I consitered proposing to Ivy. Actually, I had the ring and everything. The night my family got here, I was going to take them all to a fancy restaraunt called The Rave. I pictured it all in my mind. Everyone would be laughing, having a good time. I asked mum if she would purposely ask Ivy about marrige. I was going to say, "Speaking of marrige.." then get down on one knee. I even had the whole speech planned out.

"Ivy, I love you. The day we met, I loved you. Sure, I didn't know it at first, but over time I did. Over time I also realised that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. We would live together and I would love you for you. I love the way you smile, the way you talk and walk. I love the way you sing in the shower, when you think I'm not around. I love the way your eyes shine when you look at me, the way you get all jumpy when you're scared. I love the way you teach Lisa, even though she'll be gone soon. You do it out of the goodness of your heart. It makes me proud to love you even more. Most of all, I love the way to love me. You always care about my feelings, whether I'm happy or sad, angry or nervous. Ivy, I want to do the same to you, every day of every year for as long as I live. I want to show you I care for you, just as much as you do for me. I'll stick by your side for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, and in sickness and in health. So will you please do me the honnor of being my wife?"

I would pray she would say yes. I wanted nothing else but to be with her forever. I wanted to have children with her. They would have her face, with my nose and eyes. Making them would be a joy too. I wanted to be a father, and I wanted her to be the mother. She would have made a wonderful mum. Better than her's and mine combined.

We would have grown old together, knowing our days would be numbered. We would charish every moment we had, with eatchother, our kids, even our possible grandchildren. I planned to die first, being the man of the house. When she joined me in Heaven we would be young again, living literally forever together, never growing old.

I wanted all of that more than I wanted to live. I loved Ivy more than life itself. More than love. More than my band, money, career, and family. Yes, I was ashamed to admit it but I did love her more than my family. And you know why I'm still ashamed? I still do.