Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Five

The five of us get of stage after a very energy packed performance.

Tour has been going great so far. Traveling with the boys is a little more stressful then I expected. Maybe it's just because I'm used to being by myself, so there's less people who need to be ready.

Louis and I have attempted to plan the wedding in the four months we've been touring. We don't have anything too set, but we have an idea of everything we want.

"Wake up, babe." Louis whispers, gently shaking my shoulder.

"I don't wanna get up." I moan, pulling my blanket over my face.

Louis chuckles, pulling it back. "Come on, we've got a show in a little bit."

"Carry me!" I squeak, reaching my arms out for him.

Rolling his eyes, Louis lifts me into his arms bridal style. I guess I should get used to being a bride.

"What's wrong with her today?" Paul asks as we pass him.

"She's sick with laziness." Louis spits out.

"Your future wife, Lou." Paul laughs. "You chose her."

"You love me." I smirk, pecking his lips.

"Unfortunately." Louis smiles, making me blush.

The night goes on as usual. Sound check, wardrobe change, makeup, warmup, show. It's been the same routine for months.

Louis and I get into our bunk together, cuddled up. He looks down at me, pushing my hair out of my face.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Louis whispers.

"I'm just thinking about us. Our future." I tell him, resting my head on his chest.

"What do you mean?" Louis asks, playing with my hair.

"I'm just thinking about our wedding, I guess." I say, letting out a sigh. "How excited I am."

"We've only got eight months until you are officially my wife." Louis grins, kissing my forehead. "Hmm." He hums against my skin. "You're feeling a bit warm."

"I feel fine." I shrug, closing my eyes.

"Keep tabs on your health, babe. Don't want you getting sick."