Arrangments (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Estelle's POV:

I sat quietly as I observed the sterile environment around me. I'm so nervous. What if Modest! hates me? Or they don't believe me and send me home? Or what if- My thoughts are cut off as the receptionist calles me and Louis over.

"Simon will see you two now." Her voice was so monotoned. She sounds like a robot. I nod politely in reply. She gave me a sympathetic look and mouthed Good Luck as Louis grabbed a hold of my hand pulling me towards what i assume to be Simons office. He stopped us in front of the door and gave me a quick encouraging kiss before knocking on the large metal door. There was some slight rustling coming from inside, and before I know it the door is opened revealing the intimidating face of the Simon Cowell.

"Come right in." He instructs us.

"Hey Simon. Good to see you!" Louis said enthusiastically as they exchanged a manly hug. Simon then turned towards me. Oh god oh god... Please don't yell at me!

"Hi. I'm Simon." I took hold of his extended arm and shook his hand.

"I.. Um." I cleared my throat. " I'm Estelle. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, well take a seat." He said firmly pointing towards a couple of leather chairs at his desk. As we sat down his voice began speaking again. "I'm going to cut the small talk. We all know why you're both here, yes?" I nodded slightly, afraid of saying the wrong thing. "Would either of you care to explain this situation?" Before I could even think, Louis began talking.

"Um yes. Well Estelles father was a family friend of ours and he was very ill. He trusted me to take care of Stella in case he died. I have such great respect for him and I would never want to disappoint him. Not long after he asked me he passed away. She didnt even know he was ill so it was quite a shock. Long story short we both agreed to this arranged marriage, and now she lives here with me."

"Exactly how long have you been together then?"

"Just over three weeks." I replied quietly.

"Oh good. She speaks." Simon joked. Not that I thought it was funny. I was terrified, Louis must've noticed because he slowly put his hand on mine. I let out a shaky breath that I didnt know I was holding in. "Well, this will be a huge mess if the media finds out anymore than they already have."

"Yes we didn't plan on any of that happening. It was and accident and we're really sorry." I appologized hesitantly.

"I know dear, and you don't need to be afraid of me. I'm here to help you. I won't yell at you or anything. Any friend of Louis' is a friend of mine." He smiled at me, I felt like 4000 pounds had just been lifted off or my shoulders. "That being said I need to ask you both a question and you have to tell me the truth. Okay? If your father hadn't died and if Louis wasn't famous, say you had met at a coffee shop or something, would you still be here today?" Woah! I was not expecting that. Would I still be here. You know, if this were another life. I'd like to think that I would be. Louis is probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. He makes me laugh all the time and I feel so comfortable around him. He understands me so well, and I hope he feels th esame way about me. I know its only been like three weeks, but I think I've fallen for Louis. I have fallen for his peircing blue eyes, his perfect smile, and his contagious loud laugh. I need Mr. Cowell to see that.

"Yes, Of course we would be! I'm not here for his money. I'm here because I love the way Louis puts a smile on my face, the way he laughs when I tell him my terrible puns. He is the greatest thing that has happened to me. I mean of course it was awkward at first. But what else could you expect? I moved in with a stranger half way across the world. Yes there are still things we don't know about each other, and maybe we aren't prepared to get married right now, but that doesnt mean that we won't get there. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than right here with Louis." I explained. I've never felt so passionately about something before.

"I know we would still be here. I love Estelle so much. I know it may seem completely unbelievable, but I do. And I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I... I don't even know how to explain how I feel about her because honestly I've never felt this way about someone before, but I never want to let her slip though my finger. I never want to lose her."

"Well it's obvious that you both care for each other deeply, but I'm not sure that now is the best time to get married."

"Oh no, we totally agree." I chirped in. "We plan on taking it slow at first, you know? We act like a couple, but we aren't officially engaged yet."

"We want to get to know each other and know if we can for sure make this work. And then when the time is right, whether that be two months from now or two years from now, we'll get engaged." Louis voiced his thought.

"So I can simply call you a couple then?" Simon asked and we both nodded in reply. "Okay, Well Tomlinson, you will have to introduce her to your fans at some point. Preferably soon, and as your girlfriend, not your fiancé, because at the moment that is what you are, girlfirend and boyfriend, nothing more."

"Yes of course sir." I stated politely.

"Please, call me Simon. Alright, well that'll be all then. It was a pleasure meeting you Estelle. And Louis, take good care of her. She deserves it, and I guess I'll see you next week." He smiled at us as we walked out of his office. When we finally exited the building I began to speak.

"That was terrifying! I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to act. I thought he was going to-" My voice was cut off by the soft touch of Louis' lips. I placed my hands around his neck and pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. Damn. I could really get used to this. His breath was minty and cool against my mouth. Louis pulled away before things got out of hand.

"I'm sorry" He chuckled. "I couldnt help it, and I couldn't understand what you were saying. You can talk really really fast."

"Oh yeah. I was just nervous." I replied while linking my arm with Louis' as we made our way back to the car.

"Well you don't need to be nervous. Simon liked you, I can tell. He's really nice honestly. He just wants to keep us all safe. Trust me though, he isn't someone you need to be afraid of." Louis smiled at me as we began out drive home.





Lou and I were cuddled up on the couch in our pajamas watching one of my favourite musicals, Mamma Mia. I just loved everything about this movie, the characters, the dancing, and of course the songs. I would sing along, quite loudly I may add, to literally every song. I've seen this movie hundreds of times but it never gets old. My absolute favorite song, Take A Chance On Me, began to play and I started belting out the lyrics.

"IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, I'M THE FIRST IN LINE. HONEY I'M STILL FREE, TAKE A CHANCE ON ME!" I jumped off the couch and began dancing around the living room like a fool. Louis' powerful laugh filled the room instantly.

"You should see yourself right now. It's hilarious!" He shouted over me as he pulled out his phone. No he did not just take a picture of me.

"Louis. Don't you dare show anyone that picture!" I groweled at him.

"Why not love? You look beautiful, just like alway." I felt heat rising in my cheeks as he complimented me. He knew he had this effect on me, you could tell by the triumphant look that was plastered on his face.

"Stop that Lou. It's not funny."

"Yes it is. You know it is. What's your twitter love?"

"No. You can't put that on twitter!"

"I can do whatever I damn please." He snapped at me.

"Tone down the sass there pal. And no I won't tell you."

"You know I can just search your name right? Asking you would just save me the hastle." I let out a sigh as I realised that there really was no way out of this situation.

"Fine. Its @Stella_Reed" I frowned at him.

"Oh come on. Turn that frown upside down. I was just trying to have a little fun."

"Whatever." I huffed in response turning my attention back to the television.

"Do you ever even use your twitter?" I giggled at his question. Obviously I don't it's too dang confusing.

"No, not really. I dont understand how it works and I only have like three followers anyways so it doesn't really make a difference."

"Well it does now."

"What do you mean?" I diverted my gaze from the screen and turned to face Louis.

"You have like 600 followers and the number keeps changing." Louis stated in a matter of fact kind of way as he pointed to his phone.

"Oh my god. Why do people want to know what I'm doing. Wait, what did you tweet?" I inquired as I reached for his cell phone.

'Spending the evening with my lovely girlfriend @Stella_Reed Maybe next time I'll wear earplugs though #SheCantSing'

"Wow, thanks for that vote of confidence there Lou." I said, the sarcasm clear in my voice.

"Well, you're not Beyonce, that's for sure. And considering you're a dancer, you can't dance very well either." He retorted with a big grin on his face.

"Oh really? Can you do a triple Pirouette?" I cocked an eyebrow at Louis awaiting an answer.

"I don't even know what that is, so no probably not. I have a deal for you though, I'll help you work on your singing, if you teach me to dance." He looked at me, a glint of hopefulness in his eyes.

"And where do you propose learing how to dance?"

"We could ask Marion if we could rent out one of the practice rooms sometime. I'm sure she would be fine with it."

"Well I don't actually start teaching until next week, Monday I think. So we have four days to improve my singing."

"It's going to take a lot more than four days love." Louis chuckled as he stood up and pulled me into a warm hug.

"Very funny Louis." Note the sarcasm. "You distracted me. Now I missed the ending!" I whined pointing towards the screen that was now playing the credits.

"It isn't like you've never seen it before though." Louis laughed. "It's getting late, and you are going to need a lot of energy tomorrow if you plan on spending the day with the lads." He really has a point, but I don't want to leave his embrace.

"Don't go" I mumbled into his chest.

"What do you mean Love? I'm not going anywhere."

"I mean here, right now, I don't want to go back to my lonely room. I want to stay right here, with your arms tightly around me, my head on your chest, right here is where I want to be." I whispered softly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Estelle." Louis whispered before he placed a delicate kiss on the top of my head. Just as I was about to speak up I felt Louis' arms tighten around me, and my body was suddenly flung over his shoulder.

"LOUIS TOMLINSON! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" I screamed at him, while flailing my arms and legs around.

"NEVER!" He shouted in response. "YOU ARE NOW MY CAPTIVE."

"I'M SERIOUS LOUIS! I'll break your back or something! Where are you even taking me?" I finally gave up, realising that no matter how much I struggled, Louis wouldn't put me down.

"I'm taking you to my lair, duh!" I let out a laugh in response.

"Your lair, huh? What, are you planning on torturing me or something?" I attempted to make my voice sound firm, but I failed miserably as my giggles slipped through my lips.

"Something along those lines." I could hear the smirk in Louis' voice as he gently placed me on his bed. Shit! His room was ENORMOUS, like no joke. I guess I never really saw the inside before. But this is not what I was expecting. It's clean, and cozy, and just perfect.

"AAAAAAHHHH" I shreiked loudly as Louis began tickling me. I was so ticklish, it was terrible. And to make matters worse, I hated my laugh, but of course I can't control it when I'm being tickled. "St... Stop. Stop... Ple..Pl... Please!" I begged Louis through my laughter.

"No can do miss." He smiled at me.

"Please babe! I'll do anything!" I huffed out. He immediately retracted his hands from my body.

"Babe?" He smirked, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's new. I could get used to that though." I quickly covered my face with my hands, I know that I'm blushing, and he doesn't need to know how his words affect me. "Babe?" He questioned yet again pulling my hands off of my face.

"Shut up Lou." I hissed at him.

"Alright alright." He held his arms up in surrender. "You said you'd do 'anything' if I heard correctly. And in that case I have a preposition for you."

"I'm listening." I squeaked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

"How about, instead of going to that lonely bedroom of yours, you spend the night in here, with me?" He half asked and half commanded. I nodded quickly as a smile spread across my face.

"I'd love to!" I chirped. Since I was already seated on the bed, I scooched over slightly and slipped under the covers. Oh good lord help me! Louis was pulling his shirt over his head. Damn. That boy has abs! And the ink that covers his skin is so intriguing. My eyes darted back up to his face as he let out a slight cough.

"Like what you see?"

"Don't blow your own horn there pal. But, I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing that more often." I stated gesturing towards his toned stomach. He shook his head at my response, before walking towards the door and flicking the lights off. I sunk down a little further in his bed, which by the way, was much comfier than my own, which I didn't think was possible. I closed my eyes and felt the bed dip slightly, before Louis' strong arms circled around me pulling me into his bare chest. He looked like a god, the way the moonlight was illuminating his face made him look unhuman.

"Goodnight love. He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Night babe!" I giggled as I fell into a deep sleep.



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Authors Note: Alright so I hope you liked the chapter! Sorry it was such a late update! I think I'm going to aim for updating the story once a week, just because I'm really busy with dance and school and such. And it obviously takes a while to write the chapters! Anywho Thanks again for reading! Please leave me a comment, I would love to hear your opinion on what's going on!

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