the traveller // louis tomlinson

chapter twenty-six // crumbling apart.

Mia's POV

"Louis! Mia!" A loud voice shatters the fantasy bubble I was flying in for several moments.

My lips part from Louis' and everything comes crashing down on me, feeling like a thousand pounds. A soft gasp leaves my lips as I stare at Louis with wide, terrified eyes.

Did I really just kiss Louis? Did I really just cheat on Shiloh? Did I really just ruin the only functional relationship I had in my life?

Louis' wide eyes stare back at mine; neither of us able to say a single word. What do you even say after something like that? How am I ever going to be able to talk to Louis again? Why the hell can't I just stay out of trouble for one fucking second.

"You guys are going to make me lose my job," The bodyguard that we lost a few blocks ago gives us an extremely irritated expression as he tries to catch his breath, "We need to get you guys back on the bus. I guess things didn't go so smoothly at the club," He tells us.

Louis nods obediently and hops off of the roundabout, not even looking in my direction. I can feel every inch of my body freaking out.

There's no way I can just pretend that didn't just happen. I need to get out of here. I need some space, away from Louis. I should have done that a long time ago.

"I'll meet you guys there," I mumble and take off sprinting.

The bodyguard shouts after me, but soon his voice fades away. I try my hardest to remember the way Louis brought me, but don't worry too much about it. I certainly wouldn't mind getting lost at this very moment.

How did that even happen? One moment we were talking, then the next we were connected by the lips. I thought I was smarter than that. I'm no better than all the other idiotic girls out there that will fall for anyone.

But the thing that makes it the worst, is that I actually enjoyed it. That was a kiss I won't easily forget. I can't even remember the last time I was kissed like that. Perhaps never...

Yet I still love Shiloh... How is that even possible? If I really love someone,  I shouldn't be enjoying kisses from someone else. That's just not how it works... What's wrong with me? Do I have some sort of chemical imbalance that makes it impossible for me to have a normal, healthy relationship?

I was just emotional and vulnerable and Louis was there. That's it. I don't have any feelings for him. He was merely a friend making another friend feel better. We can just go back to normal after this, right? I'll thank him for making me feel better - and perhaps ask him to chose a different method next time - and things will be alright.

Why can't anything ever be alright?

* * * *

Somehow I get myself back to the tour bus, out of pure luck. I suppose a big tour bus with the faces of the boys on it is hard to miss. Praying that Louis is still on his way and I'll have time to get into my bunk without seeing him, I head inside.

"Hey!" I'm greeted by a very not-okay sounding Zayn.

He looks rather defeated, slumped over on the sofa all alone. The bodyguard had said things didn't go very well at the club? What did I miss?

"Where is everyone?" I ask, trying to hide the fact that I was upset and freaking out.

"Summer and I got into it again at the club, so we left. The lads went to get something to eat and Summer ran off somewhere," He explains, scratching the back of his neck with embarrassment. He's quick to change the topic, "Where's Louis?"

With that, it all comes crashing against me again. Louis and I are never going to be the two best friends again. It's all ruined. It's all gone to shit. Everything goes to shit eventually...