Was (Elounor Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"And I'll be gone gone tonight the fire beneath my feet is burning bright the way that I've been holding on so tight with nothing in between." - STORY OF MY LIFE

Time fleets swiftly when I am with her. I can’t believe winter gone fast.

“Lou, stop. Please.” She pleaded.

“Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.” I hush into her ears.

I kiss her playfully as I continue to brush the little piece of grass on her nose.

She opened her eyes, kind of annoyed, and rolled over. “Stop it Lou, why are you doing this? Do you love my nose or what?!” she shouted.   

She was lying next to me at the same part when I shouted and tell to everyone how much I love her.

“No. I don’t love it.” I shrugged.

“If you don’t then stop annoying me. That grass made me sneeze.” She squealed. “But it’s obvious that you love it, don’t deny.” She added poking her tongue.

“No, I don’t love your nose... ‘Cause it’s you that I love.” I winked and that made her blush. I can’t help but it turned me on.

“And I love it more when you blush.” I leant and posed a smooth warm kiss making me shiver either. We continued kissing and I then started moving slowly to her neck. This is a major make out in a public park.

We stood up and walk for a while. This place is totally different when spring. Green trees and beam of sun that strikes on our skin is just perfect. The weather’s not too cold and not too warm. We never got bored when we were together; we talked about friends, football, which she grew fond of. And the conversation suddenly brought out topics about our families.

“Let’s not open this topic please. Don’t kill the mood, dummy.” She squeals, squeezing my hand. We put down the topic which is obviously she doesn’t want to talk about and headed to bunch of people where there were two performers singing.

We joined the people dancing to the beat. It is an act of a father and son. They give a very entertaining show.

We headed to the bench and seat for a while.

“I miss Dylan.” She sighs, looking at the little boy who’s singing with his father.

I let out a giggle, I tried to hide it but I can’t. Dylan is a lovely boy but they just saw each other this morning and how come she misses him already. Besides, she’s the one who told me to not talk about family.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to laugh at me!” she says, rolling her eyes as she folds her arms.

“You just had your breakfast with him, baby. I’m getting jealous.” I cooed, making her laugh.

“He’s my brother, idiot.” She shrieks, poking her tongue out.

“Why you’d always call me names that are so discriminating?” I said, pretending to be crying.

“Oh, I sorry babe I don’t mean it.” She bustled.

“But please don’t be jealous with Dylan. You know that I love him more than you.” She added, mocking me. She is raising her hand doing some strange gesture in the air explaining how cute and adorable Dylan is.

“And now, I’m officially jealous.” I said, stern. How can I compete with her 5 year old brother?

Since we have been together, I never won any argument with her. She’s very persuasive. And when I say ‘never’ that means not even once.

“But the point is you laugh at my face for missing my brother! That was very irrational.” She said, bringing the earlier topic. See? She can flip the situation that easy. She is always the victor.

“And I want you to make up for it.” She continues. I smile and kiss her lightly on her lips, barely touching them.

“Is that enough?” I ask, naively. She grunts. I pull her onto my lap, cuddling with her. I can still have glimpse of her smile planted deeply in her face.

“Are you joking? Of course not!” she protested.

I lean down and kiss her again. And this time, it’s deep and passionate. She puts her hand at my nape and my arms were wrapped perfectly at her waist.

She pulls over and laughs. “As much as I wish we can stay like this forever but...” she looks into my eyes grimly. “No PDA’s, Mr. Tomlinson.” She continues, smirking.

We talked for a bit more but and I supposed we could have carried on like this forever but it was getting dark, so we stand up and walk back to car, slowly, holding our hands.

We have dinner and then we sit in the balcony of our flat. We don’t have a mansion to live in but we have a decent one. It was huge but not too much, fully filled with things we need. But I can say that it is not better as her family’s house. She used to live in a house that literally looks like a palace. Huge gates, lots of guards, numerous cars, several maids, and a breath taking beauty of the whole house so I can say that I am more than lucky for her to live with me. And leaving her house means leaving half the sweetness of her life, her family.

We watch the city lights, the house lights and the stunning scenery of the city in night.

“Someday, I will be in that billboard wearing my Manchester jersey.” I say, pointing at the largest billboard on the bright lights. She laughs and nods.

“Yeah, I’m sure it will.” She replies, grinning. Then she suddenly lunge herself at me and hugs me tightly. Being an official player of Doncaster is a dream come true and I will do my best to get in the Manchester United. And she’s the only who believes in me. Football is just a past time but I grew fond of it and soon I learned to love it. Playing with the team right now is like living my dreams.

“Thank you, sweetie-” I say sincerely, I hold her chin making her look at me. “-for always being there for me.” She hugs me tight and buried her face at my shoulder.

I lift her chin, making her look at me.

“Have I told you I love you?” I ask. She laughs joyfully, wiping droplets of tears that are coming out of her gorgeous eyes. She chuckled.

She pretends to think about it, and then shook her head. “Hm... I think you told me that for like-“she pauses, counting with her fingers. “-for like a hundres times, Tommo.”

“But I’m more willing to tell you again.”

“I love you El.”

“I love you too Lou.” She says, looking up and she tiptoes to reach my lips.

I hear the crickets squeaking and smile; I remember how life was amazing. It is not complicated as we all thought; it’s just a simple journey we need to enjoy.

Having her in my life, being her lay in my arms, hold her hands, kiss her lips is more than I ought to have. She is not gritty, she’s romantic. She’s not irritating; she’s fun and most of all I will never let her go because she’s mine.

[ A/N :

Hmm..Ahmmm.. When did I last updated this? It's like October 5 ( 2 days before my birthday, just saying) and can someone remind me of what the date is now? November 8th? Ah, I see. Hahahahaha. Sorry we're sorry for a very very very slow update. Who can blame me? We didn't have electricity for a month! And I think it's kind of a bit unfair 'coz NIM only didn't have electricity for like only two weeks. FML. Ya, thankfully I survived. Praises for me. Lol. Okay okay, Probably no one would spend time reading this kind of author's note. Haha. So ehem! This is it. Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Hey, have you seen the SOML music video? Well, it made me cry and yeah I guess it all made us cry. Who the hell would dedicate a video for their family when they're on their highest peak of fame?! Only them. One Direction. ohhhh. Major turn on.. Anyways, don't forget to vote/comment. Updating on 30 votes on the whole story and at least 2 votes on this chapter. 

Much Love,

Jazzy JAZ! xx ]