How did your love story start? How did it ended? Did it came to a cut or continued to forever? Mine started inside the four white walls of the hospital five years ago. I barely remember every detail of it but I remember our casual talks and small laughs and how he steals the food off my table. Yes, I had to share a room with the person I never knew I would fall in love with.
We were both diagnosed with flu and we laughed at the fact that we had the same reason of lying here all day. I wish you had to stay a bit longer but since you got well more sooner than I did you had to go. I smiled at the fact that you tried to act sick just to stay with me but sorry it didn't work. Why didn't I asked for your name? your address? your number? Why didn't you?
We never met ever again after that. Did you feel the same way I did? Because if you do why didn't you fight for me?
You told me to call you 'Lou' yet you never told me your full name, how I wish I knew so I could just search you off facebook which I later realized I didn't need to. You were all over everything, the internet, the news, the TV, the music industry. You were a part of the most talked about band of today, One Direction. Louis Tomlinson was your real name.
I became an instant fan and were lucky to meet you before everyone else did. I attended one of your concerts in London but I guess you never saw me and if you did, would you remember me?
I turned my head again and slumped myself on the pillow. I should be going to work by now. I work at a small cafe in London where not much customers can be found but it still feels like home. I got on my feet and took a long hot bath since I wake up way too early for today. When I was done, I wore my cafe uniform which was a cute little straight pale yellow dress with great little details that has a belt and a contrasting white bolero.
I admired the dress because it made my red straight hair and blue-greenish-grayish eyes pop. I put on my jacket and went outside to the blistering cold. The only noise I could her this early in the morning was the clicking of my shoes and my heavy breaths.
When I reached the place, Gina, the owner, greeted me with a warm smile. I was surprised to see a customer this early in the morning. His back was facing me and I could see he was having breakfast here.
I proceeded to the counter and took the pot of hot coffee and went to our unusual customer. "Coffee, sir?" I asked with a smile on my face. He looked very familiar as he turned his face and met my eyes.
"Yes please." He pushed his cup near me then I started pouring coffee on to it. "Thanks," he added.
"Louis. Louis Tomlinson, right?" I asked out of the blue. It must be him.
"I see you know me. Nice meeting you too.. Audrey," he read my I.D.
I suppose you know me too? Hospital? Remember?
"I never seen you around here before. What brought you here?"
"Why? Aren't new customer allowed here? Then I'd better be leaving by now."
"N-no. Not like that. Its just that no one famous as you are ever came here. I always wished Christina Aguilera would sometime if she has some time." I shrugged then he smiled at me.
"Let's put it this way. I'm hungry. There's no food at our flat. I don't want to go to any famous cafes cause theres 99% chance that I would have a mob of girls chasing after me."
"So you went here."
"Thought you would have never guessed," he said then continued eating. I was a bit annoyed by that. "Can you get me more coffee?"
"The pot is just right beside you idiot. Go and help yourself."
"What the- Did you just freaking called your customer an idiot!?" he shouted and I knew he was just trying to get Gina's attention but she just giggled in reply. She then gave me an assuring look.
