A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sorry, kinda a short chapter. And sorry for taking so long to update! Enjoy, and prepare for another chapter later this week... Maybe....

Even thought the room is huge, it still feels cramped with eight people inside. Paul stands guard at the door, arms crossed, as Craig explains how everything 'is going to go down'. Harry, Niall and I stand behind Liam, Louis, and Zayn who sit in front of Craig's giant oak desk. I keep glancing around the room nervously as Craig speaks.

"You know this is the second time you've been in this situation, Louis. Your second time going against your contract. For a girl." Craig says, obviously wanting to anger Louis. I have the sudden urge to jump out the window, or try and push my way past Paul to the door. Yeah. Not a good idea. The man is a freaking door. Paul catches me staring at him and gives me a sympathetic smile. I smile lightly back before turning away. Louis doesn't answer Craig, he just sits there, jaw locked tight, giving him a nasty glare.

"Why can't you just let them be together?" Liam questions from next to Louis.

"We have policies here at..."

"Fuck your policies." I blurt out. Where did that come from.

"Yeah, it's obvious you're not going to be able to stop them." Zayn says, looking up at me.

"Oh we can stop them." Craig laughs.

"By doing what?" I snarl back at him.

"You, miss, well you can be kicked off the tour, and we can make arrangements to make sure you and Louis will never ever be able to see each other again. And for Louis' sake, we could force him to quit the band."

"That's not fair to anyone here except you." Louis suddenly snaps.

"Did you start singing thinking it would make everything fair for you? Being rich and famous isn't all it looks out to be."

"Yeah, I think we know that of all things." I laugh sarcastically.

"Well, by all means you aren't the only famous people going through this. Many famous people fall in love with fans." Craig says.

"I'm not just a fan." I growl back at him.

"Oh you aren't, I forgot. You're just a little hopelessly in love American girl who has a band following her everywhere." Craig pounds his fists into the desk, standing up.

"You have no fucking idea who I am."

"Yeah, you have no fucking idea,

Craig." Louis snarls. Craig sits back down, rubbing his face.

"Listen, Amber, I know you say you 'love' Louis, but so do millions of other girls. What makes you so special?" Craig finally says.

"Because I really mean it."

"I bet you half..."

"Oh so now we're betting on things?"

Zayn leans forward in his chair.

"Can you just give us one good reason why Amber and Louis can't be together already?"

"Because Amber isn't the type of girl we want Louis to be with. We need someone who is proud and confident about themselves." Craig says nonchalantly. I roll my eyes.

"So you get to be the one to decide who Louis dates, you get to be the one who decides what people you don't even know are like?" I laugh again.

"Like I said before, you have no fucking idea about her." Louis snarls again.

"Listen, I can't keep repeating myself about this. You two can not be together." Craig sighs, getting up and pushing in his chair. We watch as he grabs his coat and begins to walk to the door. But the door stops him.

"Let me through, Paul."

"No, not until those two can be together." Paul says, nodding towards Louis.

"Paul I have no time for this." Craig sighs, trying to step around Paul. Which is not possible.

"No. I'm pretty sure you do." Paul pushes Craig backwards, and he falls back against his giant oak desk.

Craig looks around at us. Like he just now realizes he has no other option, he sighs and stands up.

"Fine. Amber, Louis. Go enjoy yourselves. See the world. But I guarantee you wont last two months together." Craig says, adjusting his coat. I look down at Louis, my eyes wide. His eyes look extremely happy, but his jaw is still locked. Paul steps out of the way as Craig walks out. We all stand in silence, listening to Craig's heavy footsteps down the hall. He just gave it up, just let us be together...

"Woohoo!" Niall laughs, pulling me into a hug. I laugh too, and soon everyone is wrapping their arms around each other. Even Paul comes over and joins our group hug.

"Amber!" Louis pulls me into a giant hug as we walk out of the building.

"Louis I can't believe it..." I whisper into his shoulder.

"We'll always be together... I promise..." He pulls away, holding me at arms distance. His eyes roam over me in my golden dress. He smiles back at me.

"Come on, darling." He wraps his arm around my waist and we follow the other guys to the van. Since, once again, there aren't enough seats in the van, I sit on Louis' lap and Harry sits on the floor at Lou's feet. We all laugh and joke around as we bounce through London.

"Bye guys!" I wave to everyone as the van pulls away. I see them all wave back. When they're gone down the driveway, I turn to face Louis. He has a sly smile on his face. Before I can do anything, he grabs my waist and slams his lips against mine. I wrap my hands up behind his neck, pulling his head closer. Our mouths move together, and he pulls my hips closer to his. I run my hands through his hair, and he rolls his hips against mine. My breath hitches in my throat and he chuckles against my lips. I pull my head away from his, opening my eyes. He's still holding onto my waist, my hands still in his hair. I stare into his bright blue eyes. His hands grip my waist tighter, and a giant smile plays across his face. I pull his head back to mine, and he hungrily kisses me back.

"Amber..." Louis whispers against my lips.

"We should go inside..." I whisper back, opening my eyes. His eyes burn into mine with an intense desire.

"Amber... You are so God damn beautiful..." Louis whispers, his hot breath hitting my cheek. I smile, tilting my forehead against his. He pecks my lips before towing me up to the door, laughing. After closing the door, he pulls me back to him. He wraps his arm around my waist, and cradles my cheek with the other. I trace his jawline, standing on my tip-toes. He suddenly picks me up, my feet dangling against his shins. I stop my tracing, and stare at him. He just laughs at me, and plops down on the couch. I sit facing him in his lap, straddling his legs. He pulls my head closer to his, making me lean against him. His thumb softly run across my cheek, and his eyes burn brighter with more desire. I giggle a little, and he pulls me in all the way, his lips brushing against mine. He slides his hand back across my cheek, behind my ear and into my hair. I sigh against his lips, slouching against him.

I'm still afraid of loosing him again. I can just imagine all the horrible things that are going to happen to us...

He interrupts my thoughts by pressing his lips all the way against mine. Our mouths move together in sync and I slide myself closer to him. I reach my hand up to his cheek, pulling him closer, and trace my thumb under his jawline. I press my forehead against his, opening my mouth, gasping for air. I slide off his lap, onto the couch next to him. I fold myself into his side, smiling. He wraps his arm around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He sighs and kisses the top of my head.

We sit, not talking for a long time.