***LOUIS POV***
"Fire breathing baby chickens."
"Fire breathing baby chickens."
"Fire breathing baby chickens."
I opened one eye, only to see Camilla right next to me. She had been whispering 'fire breathing baby chickens' in my ear for the past five minutes. I think it was because she wanted me to have a dream about or something. Well if that was her intention it worked because I had a dream about fore breathing baby chickens.
She gave me a smile as if she were telling me she didn't do anything. I rolled my eyes at her. We had to be quiet because Eleanor was still sleeping. I wonder what she us doing in here, she can't disrupt my sleep like that it's not healthy, for her, because now I may or may not put sommething into her food to give her food poisoning.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, she looked down and I knew it was because she either didn't know what she was doing or she forgot.
"Uhm... ohh yeah I need to talk to you." She told me, I guess if she needs to talk it would be best if I tell her I remember then.
I nodded and started to try and get Eleanor off of me, but not wake her up. I slowly picked her up then slid myself out from under her, then set her back down. We waited a couple seconds to make sure she wasn't going to wake up, but left the room once we realized she was still asleep. I walked into the livingroom and face planted onto the couch. I was really tired it was 8 in the morning and me and El have to leave in like an hour so we can catch the plane on time. I got up off the couch and moved to the chair, I may have told Eleanor that if she won't marry me, I would marry the chair. She told me that the chair wasn't getting married anytime soon then. Well I know that she is going to marry me, or the chair will be thrown off the balcony.
I sat on the chair sideways, so my head was on a arm rest, and my legs were dangling over the other. Camilla walked in from the kitchen, carrying 2 glasses of apple juice, and a whole package of Chips Ahoy. Atleast I know that I shouldn't tick her off, because that is usually her breakfast during a certain time of month, or that means I should tick her off. Hmm...
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Camilla knocked me out of my thoughts, and I realized I had a evil smirk. "It looks like your going to rape me."
"Sorry I was just thinking." I said awkwardly, looking around the room trying to avoid eye contact.
"Thinking about how you want all of this?" She asked me, I started to gag myself from what she said.
"Gosh no wonder El is pregerz, you just go around wanting more don't you?" She asked in a disgusting tone.
"No I was just wondering if it would be funner to tick you off or if it's basically like committing suicide." I told her, she set the cookies and drinks on the glass coffee table that split up a space between the couch and chair. She cracked a smile, and sat down on the couch.
"Suicidal." She said, I chuckled, and she smiled, but then looked confused.
"How do you know-" she started, but I cut her off, before she could finish.
"I remember." I stated, her voice was filled with pure shock, but quickly turned extatic. She practically jumped on top of me, giving me a giant bear hug. The hug was to awkward sense I was laying on the chair, so I let go of her, then stood up so I could give her a proper hug.
"I never thought I would have my best friend back." Camilla told me in disbelief.
"I was always here." I told her, so she knew I never left.
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The Journal (Louis Tomlinson/One Direction FanFiction)
FanficMy name is Camilla Lockwood, I was best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He was like a brother, we were friends since the age of five for me and seven for him. So when he left Doncaster to pursue in his long time dream, we lost contact. He was so busy...
