Holiday with the Tomlinsons

•twelve•

e v a l y n n

When we get back to the flat, we immediately run upstairs. Literally. We open the front door, sprint through the house to the stairs, carry our bodies as fast as possible up them, and run into Louis' room. When we get there, we slam the door and jump on the bed. We just lay there, laughing uncontrollably. I think I hear his mum say something about dinner, but neither of us cares.

Once we finally calm down, we start talking and drinking. Not about anything important, just things we wanted each other to know: bonding our relationship even more.

It really is amazing. Just because we weren't spilling our deepest, darkest secrets, doesn't mean we aren't having major bonding time. I've never felt so connected with somebody. He's just so easy to open up to. And the thing is, I don't think that he'll betray me like everyone else in my life has. There's just something about him that makes me feel like he's different. He knows about all of my problems, all of my insecurities, all of my secrets, and he still wants me to be a part of his life. And not just a simple part. He wants me as his girlfriend. I guess all the pain an suffering I've been through in my life has finally paid off.

I'd go through all of the pain again if it meant that I could be with the man sitting next to me forever.

"Lou," I say.

"Yeah?" he responds.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Ev."

"I'm serious Louis. I know we only just met in person today, but it feels like I've known you forever. I've never felt closer to anyone. You've completely changed my life, but I'm so glad that you have."

He smiles. "I hope you know that I feel the exact same way." I can't help but smile back at him.

"Today has been an enormous day," I say, laying down on my back.

"Yeah," Louis agrees.

"I mean, first road trip, first date, first kiss..."

He cuts me off by saying, "Many firsts, and hopefully none of those will be the last." He smiles and I cant help but smile even wider (even though I thought it was impossible at this point).

"I'm so lucky you're mine," I say.

"Me too," he replies. "And I'm so happy I'm able to do this," he pulls me into a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he continues, "without the fear of you liking someone else more."

"What could I have possibly done to deserve someone as amazing as you?" I ask. I mean, honestly. How do I go from being the girl who attempted suicide five months ago to the luckiest girl in the entire world.

"You were you," he says, still smiling.

I give him a huge hug, which he returns. I start to move away, but he keeps an arm wrapped around my waist. We lay there, his arm around my waist, my head on his shoulder, for what seems like forever. It is silent, but the silence is comforting. The two of us, laying there, entwined. I now know what perfection feels like. Soon enough, we each fall into a deep sleep.

I will remember December 20th and the events that happened on that day for the rest of my life.