Holiday with the Tomlinsons

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l o u i s

I cannot believe what just came out of my mother's mouth. I can't believe she just asked the person I love most in my entire life why she thought she deserved to be dating me. She's dating me because we love each other. Isn't that a bit obvious? I know she wouldn't just date me because I'm Louis Tomlinson, the jokester of One direction. She didn't even know that's who I am until yesterday. Yes, that is when we started dating, but we had never even met each other before. I mean, its a bit weird to date someone you've never met.

When we arrive at the restaurant, we get a table for four and sit down. Evalynn next to me, my father next to the traitor. We sit in silence for an awkward amount of time, but then Satan speaks up.

"It's a valid question," she starts, "I mean, he's a very handsome young man and he's a part of the most popular boy band of this generation. She's probably just dating him for the public attention. I mean, a girl who's never even been out of London, suddenly becomes the most talked about girl in the world? Who wouldn't take up that offer? Louis is just too gullible to see through her act. Luckily he has me to keep him from having his heart broken by some fat, cruel, deceiving little girl."

Evalynn gets up from the table and walks straight out the door. I stand up, but not before leaving a little message for my mother. "How dare you?" 

I don't give her a chance to respond. I run out of the restaurant and find Evalynn sitting on the sidewalk, her back pressed against the brick wall. She has her head tucked into her knees; I could tell that she was crying. She looks absolutely defeated and it breaks my heart. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that. She deserves hugs and kisses from the best people in the world and nothing but kindness and protection: not this. I've thrown her into a whirlpool of crap. My mother is tearing down all the walls of security that she's built up over the past five months. She's worked so hard to get better and all I'm doing is making things worse.

I cross the street and run right to her.

"I'm so sorry Evie."

She lifts up her arms,  motioning for me to join her on the ground and I do so. She pulls me close and cries into me. She doesn't even try to muffle her tears, she just lets it all out. I feel my heart break for her. She's so broken. She puts on a fake smile and fools absolutely everyone, but inside, I know she's never really recovered. She's still the same girl she was five months ago. She may not have a blade to her skin or a gun to her head anymore, but she still feels the same way. She still feels worthless.

And then, through her tears, I hear her whisper, "Help me Louis," and she continues sobbing into my chest.

And with those three, simple words, my heart shatters into about a million pieces, with no hope of ever putting them all back together.

I hate seeing her like this. Nothing feels quite as terrible as watching the one you love most in the world crumble into pieces right in front of you. And the worst part? Not being able to do anything other than hold them tightly in your arms and hope for the best.

"Evalynn," I say as her crying slows again. She sniffles. "Yes Louis?" I can hear in her voice how broken she is and I can't help but shed a few tears myself.

"I love you. And I know you're broken," I start, "You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. I know that every fake smile you put on takes a piece of your actual happiness with it. You hate yourself. You look in the mirror and see all your nightmares in one piece of glass. You're too fat, you're ugly, you have ugly scars, nothing you do is ever good enough. You're not worthy of life. But when I look at you, I see all of my dreams come true. You're gorgeous, you're the farthest thing from fat. Your scars show that you are a true fighter, and I would never love a girl who doesn't know what it's like to go through hard times because I would always be self conscious. It kills me when you feel like you're not good enough or not worthy of life because you're such an absolutely smart, beautiful, generous, amazing person and there's no one like you in this entire world. You don't see what I see, but I want to help you so you can. If you could see what I see, then you would understand why I'm so madly in love with you. I want to help you love yourself."

She looks up at me in awe. She's shocked, but not in a bad way (I think). We sit in silence for a bit, but she breaks it with her beautiful voice.

"How on earth did I end up having a boyfriend as amazing as you?" she asks, awe still etched on her face. I smile and pull her closer. "All you had to do was be your own amazing self." She holds me tighter and whispers into my chest, "I love you so much baby."

"I love you too babe," I respond. And with that I feel her lips connect with mine, as they do so well.

I soon realize that we are still on the side of a building with no way of getting home. I sit up a little bit and pull out my phone. I call a taxi company and tell them to come pick us up.

When it arrives, I let Evalynn know that everything will be okay and that she doesn't have to see my mother again, but that we need to get home. She gets in the taxi and snuggles into me. We sit together the entire way back to my parents' flat.

When we arrive, I notice that my parents still aren't home, so we peacefully walk up to my room. We get comfortable, lie down, and cuddle until we drift peacefully off to sleep.

The perfect end to a horrifying day.