Change My Mind

21

    I intertwined Louis' fingers with mine as we exited the cinema. We had just watched a new scary film that I didn't even know what it was about, considering my eyes were covered the entire time.

      The flashes of the cameras in front of us blinded me, though I was getting used to the whole 'no privacy' thing. Cameras followed Louis and I everywhere we went, causing us to stay indoors more often. It did anger me a bit, though I knew it was something I had to deal with if I were to stay with Louis. It was worth it. 

     Louis and I entered his car, laughing at a story he had just finished telling me. I sat in the passenger seat, taking out my phone and logging on to twitter,

        Just finished watching a film with @louis_tomlinson! Scary!! Xx

        I got instant retweets and replies. I followed the few who asked, smiled at the sweet ones, and of course read every single word that told me I wasn't good enough for Louis, I really was awfully ugly, and I was only doing this for publicity. 

        I sighed, exciting out of twitter and setting the phone in my lap. I directed my attention out the window and watched as we drove by buildings and people walking. I suddenly felt my hand being held,

        "Everything alright babe?" Louis questioned, bringing his lips to my fingers. I smiled,

        "Yeah, fine actually." I answered, glancing at him quickly before looking out the window again. He squeezed my hand tighter,

        "What's the matter?" He asked again. 

        "Nothing Lou," I still looked out the window, I didn't want him to know I was lying.

        "Katie." He said seriously.

        "Louis, I am fine." I tried, I really didn't want to add more stress to him, he had enough already.

        "Katie I can tell you're lying, tell me what's wrong." He urged. I sighed,

        "Just a few comments on twitter, it's nothing really." I admitted in defeat. I looked over to him and he kissed my hand once again,

        "You know not to believe any of it. I love you." He assured, I smiled,

        "I know Louis." He grinned. Stopping at a stop sign and leaning over to kiss me quickly. My entire body filled with warmth and tingles, and I loved it, every single time. Louis pulled away and grabbed my hand once again. Though as he drove and my attention turned out the window, I couldn't help but run through my head, all the nasty comments I've read about myself. Over the past two weeks it's gotten worse (two weeks since the last chap./ their first concert). I used to think I could deal with all of it, they were just young girls who wished desperately to be noticed by their role models; one bad thing was nothing to notice, but when they just keep coming and coming, and don't stop, you start to believe it; believe every single word. When I read them, I get this horrible sickness in my stomach, like I want to vomit, my cheeks become hot, and my eyes sting; the sad thing is, I've become used to the feeling now.

        "Katie! Katie!" I hear Louis' voice yell out, his hand is waving in front of my face, "We're home." He smiles. I look around and notice we've arrived to Louis' flat,

        "Oh! I must have zoned out." I smile back weakly. He nods,

        "I've been saying your name for the past minute now." We get out of the car and he ushers to my side, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. I kissed his cheek as he unlocked the door. 

        "Honey I'm home!" Louis jokingly yelled,

        "Finally!" We hear Harry shout back. I laugh as I kick off my shoes and light jacket, then follow Louis to the living room, Harry's lounging on the couch, his shirt off and his tattoos on full display.