Music shop (Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Tabloids are a pain in the ass

Hey guys! Not a chapter I know but I really wanted to post this and yeah blah PLEASE READ THE END NOTE IT VERY VERY IMPORTANT.

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MOLLY'S POV

It had been a few days since I got the rest of my stuff from aunt Carols.

I shouldn't call her the anymore-aunt. She was far from it, even though she was the closet thing I had to an aunt that's not what a real aunt would be like.

Mum always said her sister was a drop out to her work friends, from what I gathered from eavesdropping they were never really loving toward each other, their like all those stories. The older sister get jealous and disconnects from the family because the younger daughter was perfect- as they say. Mum had the stable job and friends.

The only thing they had in common was a broken family and no man.

Simon Cowell.

My birthright dad.

I always wonder what they think of each other and how they met. Neither of them talk about it.

Once I asked mum when I was about seven doing homework and she was washing up.

"Mum?" I asked looking up from my spelling sent for homework.

"Yes dear?" Mother answered dipping her hands into the warm water as she scrubbed away at a dirty plate.

"What was dad like?" I asked tapping my chin with the end of my pencil, the smell of rubber drifted up my nose.

My mum laughed shaking her head as she stared out the window onto the back yard.

"Your father was a wonderful man, he made me laugh, smile until my cheeks hurt, he was someone I could trust and love." Her smile faulted slightly and her eyes gazed down to the ground.

"One day you'll find your true love, Molly," She found my eyes.

"And if you feel all of those things I felt with you father...you'll know he's the one, don't ever let him go or else when you realize what you've done... He'll be gone." I was too young to really under stand what my mum was telling me about.

I do now.

I know exactly who my true love is, and he's kissing me right now.

"I love you." I breathed leaning my forehead against his as we sat underneath our hidden tree at the park.

"I love you more." He laughed kissing my nose as I giggled. I pulled away from where I was straddling his lap and he sighed.

"What wrong." I asked as I played with his hands, holding them up to my cheeks then squishing my face with his hands to make him laugh.

"Your laugh is adorable." I grinned moving closer on his lap to him again.

He put his hands on my waist.

"Yours is cuter though." He laughed again stealing a kiss from my lips.

"Stop stalling Lou." I giggled and he kissed my neck, I pushed him away and he pouted.

"But I want to love you."

"You can love me and still tell me what bothering you." I retorted poking his nose.

"Now. Or no more kisses!" I half joked half seriously spoke folding my arms as I waited for him to being.

Louis sighed again and ran his hands through his hair like he does when his stressed.