Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen

I think the next six months were the hardest I've had to endure since my real dad left us.

The only contact I had with the love of my life is over the phone and social media. My heart had broken a long time ago.

But Louis, being the romantic man he is, did his best to remind me how much he loves me while we're on different sides of the world.

Before every single one of my shows, I'd find a note taped on my dressing room door. In Louis' handwriting, of course. It always said the same thing, but it was a different note every day.

I love you so much.
Louis xoxo

I keep every single note he gave me.

When my tour was over, I didn't even go back to my flat. I went straight to Louis'.

I smile. Everything left exactly as it was when we left.

I drop my bag beside the door, my shoes going with it. I tread into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed.

I curl myself up under the duvet, breathing in the sweet smell of Louis' cologne. My eyes close slowly.

Only two weeks until the boys are back home. I can survive two more weeks without my boyfriend.

I send a quick text to Louis.

To My Love
Spending the night (most likely multiple nights) in your flat, if you don't mind...

Only a minute later, he's calling me. "Hey gorgeous."

"Hey." I smile softly, burying my face in my pillow. Well, Louis' pillow. Yet, technically, I'm on my side of the bed.

"Are you alright? You were talking a bit weird." Louis asks.

"I just, ugh, really miss you." I mumble, my eyes filling with tears.

"Two more weeks, babe. Two weeks." Louis sighs, and I can beat his voice shaking.

"Lou, are you okay?" I ask slowly.

"Just peachy." Louis insists, making me laugh a bit. "Just really homesick. Ireland is great, but Niall has been off with his family all week and it's got me missing mine."

Idea.

"Like you said, two more weeks. Babe, I gotta go now. I love you."

"I love you too."

Let's get packing. Again.