Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty One

Looking out the window at the pouring rain, I shake my hair. What a lousy day.

I curl up on my couch, a pint of ice cream in my hands. My eyes are glued to the telly, yet I'm not quite sure what it on.

A knock on my door is what pulls my gaze from the telly. What is someone doing out in this weather?

My bare feet are silent against the wood floor as I walk over to answer he door. I freeze.

Louis is standing in front of me, completely drenched. His white tee shirt and jeans are sticking to his body. His hair, even though it's soaking, is pushed back. His eyes are a bit red.

"Louis, what the hell? Why are you in the rain?" I gasp, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him inside. "Let me get you a-"

Before I can finish my sentence, Louis has his lips pressed against mine. I'm stunned at first, but quickly kissed back. I've craved his lips for months now.

"Kylie, I can't live without you." Louis whispers against my lips. "I've literally been going crazy without you. I can't handle seeing you on social media, smiling and laughing and being happy when I know I'm not the one who's making you feel like that."

"Louis-"

"Come back to London and live with me. Be my girlfriend. I need you in my life, Kylie. Please." Louis begs, clutching my hips.

"Lou, I can't just drop everything here and move back to London with you. I've got a life here now. I'm recording with-"

"You have a life in London too!" Louis exclaims. "You've got your family, and your original studio. And you've got me in London." He whispers the last part.

A tear falls down my cheek. "You know I love you with all my heart." I murmur, my hands tangled in his hair. "But I'm just not sure if-"

"Not sure about what?" Louis asks desperately. "Baby, I can see it in your eyes, you're absolutely miserable. And when I saw you at the studio in London, I know you're not okay."

"Louis, I'm not okay." I tell him. "But I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't seem to find joy in anything."

"I promise you, it's New York." Louis says, his hands on my cheeks. "Come back to London, please. And if you hate it, and you still hate me, then I'll let you come back."

"Louis." I cry, my voice cracking. "I never hated you, and I never will."

"Kylie, please." Louis begs. "You need to be back home."

"New York is home now."

"No! Your home is London! That's where all your friends and family are!" Louis insists. "What do I need to do to convince you to come back to London with me?"

A small smile creeps onto my lips. "Not much, babe."