Who Says |.l.t.|

~Chapter 12~

Lexi’s POV.

I woke up as a gentle breeze, cool, but gentle, drifted across my face. Looking over at the window with bleary eyes, I saw it was open, and a silhouette stood in front of it.

“Louis?” I whispered, not daring to believe it wasn’t a dream. His feet made hollow footsteps as he made his way across the wooden floorboards to my bed, and as he carefully sat down on it, I sat up groggily, determined to get the truth from him.

“It’s me Lexi.” He whispered, and put his arms around me in a hug. His warm, comforting touch was proof enough for me that he was real, and not a dream.

As I pulled away from the hug, I studied his face to make sure I had the right Louis. The one who could give me answers.

He caught me looking however, and sighed.

“I guess you want to know, huh.” He said, and I nodded slowly, uncertain now if I actually did.

“Well- I’m a time traveller. But I’m guessing you’ve figured that part out. Well, I know you have, because you’re gonna tell me in about 4 months.” He chuckled, and I smiled sheepishly. This Louis was making me become something I wasn’t- but I liked it. I liked him.

“So yeah, I’m a time traveller, only not like Dr Who. I don’t get to choose when I travel, or where I end up- it’s pure chance that the last few times I’ve done this I’ve ended up in your timeline.” He said, almost as if he was admitting to something, and yet I could see in his eyes he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “While I can’t tell you everything, I promise, I’ll tell you what you need to know.” He said, his eyes bright and earnest. I furrowed my eyebrows, but nodded, stifling a yawn that had surfaced somehow.

Maybe what I needed to know was enough.

Louis’ POV.

She looked a bit upset when I said I couldn’t tell her everything, but then again, I don’t have a choice. There are some things in the future she can’t know.

“In the future- you and I were actually... um, engaged… And you’d told me everything- about your abusive dad, about me being an arse, and I couldn’t get you out of my mind. And well, I guess that’s actually why I’ve been coming back to you, in your timeline, at this time in particular. Because right now, my younger self is confused- I remember feeling it myself. He’s confused because he’s scared of you, and yet he’s got so many deeper feelings for you. True, if you weren’t a girl, he’d probably slap you for being such a prick to him.” I stopped for breath, and I saw Lexi draw a sharp breath in. I smiled slightly, knowing that she knew what I was angling at there. “So, you might want to and talk to him about it. Really, you might.” I finished.

She hesitantly looked up and met my eyes. “But I don’t like that Louis.” She said quietly, in a tone one would use when admitting to murder. “He’s not you.”

“He is me,” I insisted, grabbing her hand as she looked away. “Really, and if he isn’t me, he becomes me; but he can only do that if you go after him.” I whispered urgently. She shook her head sadly, and pulled her hand back from mine.

“I need to sleep on it.” She said quietly. I nodded, and stood up off the bed. Her dancing brown eyes met mine in desperation, so I bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I promise, I wont leave until I have to.” I whispered, wrapping her pinkie in mine. She smiled, before lying back down on the pillow and shutting her eyes.

Lexi’s POV.

I wanted to watch him when he left, but felt I couldn’t bear to see him leave. So I kept my eyes shut.

After a minute, I heard a sort of whooshing sound, and opened my eyes, so see the spot where he’d been was empty. I squeezed my eyes shut as pain from my most recent taking to shot through my arm. He didn’t even check, but I figured I couldn’t blame him. It must be pretty hectic for him, all this fuzzy time travel.

But he was my Louis. The kind of guy I’d go for. Kind, jokey, funny, yet serious and comforting. Louis at my school is not the guy I’d go for.

I appreciate the fact that they are the same person, but it doesn’t feel that way.

I was just getting dopey with sleep, when my eyes suddenly shot right open, my brain whirring as something hit me. Not physically, mentally.

Louis had referred to me in the past tense. As in, the older me.

I swallowed thickly, and set my head back down on my pillow, hooking my arm underneath it as I tried to calm myself.

What happens to me in the future?

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A/N: Hey guys!!! Soooo I'M GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waited 3 years for this day to come, you've literally no idea how happy I am... Seriously, nobody can understand the emotional attachment I have with them, Harry and Niall in particular. 

But yeah, enjoy this chapter!! I LOVE YOU ALL <3