A/N - Sorry for the late update, enjoy! :) xo
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*Megs' POV*
I feel satisfied with my confident conclusions from his tweet so I favourite it, re-tweet it then go back to sleep… a dreamless peaceful sleep…
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*Louis' POV*
I wake up, my head in an absolute spin. No, make that a tornado wrecking every part of my brain, whishing through every brain cell in my head. I groan in pain as I try to open my lazy eyelids. I remember hearing Megs talk to her friend Celine about her getting hate from my so called 'fans' via twitter. I remember Harry raising his eyebrows at me for listening to Megs' private conversation then joining me along afterwards. I remember her face flustered as she looked at us outside her bedroom. I remember tweeting about it because I couldn’t take it anymore.
'Love is blind; hate is deaf'
I try to reach for my phone that is on my nightstand sleepily but my butt ends up on my wooden floor instead with an oomph. I groan again, louder this time, cursing out stupid stuff. I try to stand up now and reach for my phone stand again but my body is so unsteady that I collapse on the floor again.
"Oh hello there floor, you want a hug from my ass again? You're welcome," I say sarcastically sitting like a 3 year old baby on the floor with my legs out.
I put all the strength I have right now to my legs and stand up now. I am steady… I think. I reach again for my phone and open up twitter. There're lots of replies, retweets and favourites on my last tweet… as usual. I look at what some people are saying and I think the hate situation got a whole lot better now. A few of the people who replied to my tweet are saying that I love Eleanor so much that I am protecting her from hate… what? But then I see most people flipping them off saying that I am talking about Megs, my step-sister. Then I see that one special person has retweeted and favourited my tweet and I smile to myself, happy that my message has got across. At least I hope so. I walk out of my bedroom in only my shorts and my mood starts to brighten by a whole lot.
"Cause no one ever looked so good in a dress,
And it hurts cause I know you won't be mine tonight…
No one ever makes me feel, like you do when you smile,
Baby tell me how to make it rig-" I hum in delight and make my way over to the bathroombut she stopped me in my tracks, taking me by surprise… of throwing her arms around my waist.
"Thanks Lou," she barely whisper into my naked torso. Does she mean the tweet? Wait of course she does idiot! What else?
"You're welcome Megs, it was just a tweet… I know I should've done way more than that…" I now sigh as regret takes over me with other billion possibilities of what I could've -wait no- should've done instead. I should've been more specific with my tweet by mentioning Megs, I should've been paying more attention to her before with the hate, I should've been more caref-
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You Left Me (Louis Tomlinson FanFiction) EDITING IN PROGRESS
FanfictionPromises... they can be easily made and easily broken at such a young age. As years go by, things change, people change. Can promises change? NOTE!! This is the first ever book/story I've written and I can't bring myself to delete this so... read my...
