A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Thirty-Six

The ride to the airport takes only minutes, but the walk inside takes forever. The girls are shouting and screaming louder than ever, and I feel that panic attack feeling reaching up my stomach and into my throat. I search around for Louis' hand, tugging him closer to my side. He seems to feel my panic, because he wraps his arm around my shoulder, hugging me against his chest. I let out a shaky breath as we walk through the airport doors, where the security rushes us away from the chaos outside.




I fall asleep with my head perched on Louis' shoulder as we wait for the plane to get up in the air. With my legs curled up on the seat and my hands wrapped tight in Louis', I dream a little dream about what Paris will be like when we get there.










Expecting to wake up on the plane, I wake up confused in a bed with Louis asleep next to me. Wiping my tired eyes, I glance around the big open room. One bed, one ordinary kitchen table, four chairs, a large TV sitting on a dresser, and a nightstand, housing an alarm clock and a set of room keys. The alarm clock reads 7:20, and the key cards have letters I can't pronounce, let alone understand. I'm still so perplexed by how I've gotten in here, I don't notice Louis' trying to talk to me again. He grabs my arm, sitting up in the bed. I look over at him, still perplexed.

"Something wrong?" He asks, his hair tousled all over his head.

"No, just confused..." I mumble, looking around the room again.

"You were still asleep when we landed, and you didn't wake up. So we carried you out and to the vans. Slept the whole way here." He smiles.

"Oh... Well where's everyone else then?"

"Marlene requested a room away from you. So her and Cali are down the hall with Charles, and the boys are through that door into the other room." He says, pointing to a giant wooden door off by the kitchen.

"Oh... Never thought that would happen, now, did you?" I laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"Marlene requesting a separate room. Well how are we supposed to preform together if she can't handle living with me?" I sigh, fumbling with my thumbs in my lap.

"It's just a rough time, trust me, me and the other guys went through this too. We would all get mad and we'd just have to lay off each other for a while. I promise it'll get better." He smiles, reaching over and taking my hand.

"Has anyone ever told you not to make promises you can't keep?"










Louis is called back over to his room with the other guys around nine. I sit on the windowsill, staring out at the nightlife of Berlin, counting the cars that go by. By ten, I'm bored off my mind, so I go sit at the little kitchen table. I plop my elbows down on the table, holding my head up in my hands. I stare at the pale green wall, until it seems like the little red roses on the strip of wallpaper are swaying in the wind. I sigh, dropping my left hand onto the table and tracing the wood grains with my fingers. I begin to hum a tune I've come to love, my fingers dancing away on the imaginary dance floor.







'Oh Florida, please be still tonight

Don't disturb this love of mine

Look how she's so serene

You've gotta help me out