The Tomlinson's nanny. (L.T)

confessions.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, as much as I hate to admit it, his voice still gives me butterflies, I'm frozen with my hand still outstretched holding the door handle unsure of what my next move should be but before he can say another word I turn the handle, step into my bedroom and lock the door.

I can't do this.

My mind is running away with all of the possibilities of why he is here but I just can't.

I quickly dress into some sweats and a singlet, assuming he has received the message loud and clear I prepare for a night of Netflix and my stash of red liquorice getting me through.

Just as I flip the light switch off and pull my doona back I hear a gentle knock at the door.

"Olivia?" Louis calls quietly, sounding unsure.

I let out a long sigh.

"Look Olivia you don't have to see me..
you don't even have to open this door but I just need you to hear some things, you can believe me or not but I won't feel right until you hear this directly from me. ." He pauses, possibly waiting for a reply but I stay silent.

Realising I'm not going to talk back he continues to speak.

"Okay so first of all, I've missed you." He says, softly.
"I want to say sorry for hurting you, I never in a million years wanted to cause you pain.. I know that leaving that day, the way I did was wrong, but I didn't have much of a choice.. You don't have to believe me but its the truth, management contacted me and told me that I couldn't see you, that I would be kicked out of the band and that they would do everything in their power to have you fired and sent back to Australia if any form of a relationship between us continued.. but all of the photos from that night made us seem.. Together .. And they didn't like that, hence the tweet, but that wasn't me, i wouldn't do that to you, i thought you knew me better than that.. I've been trying to contact you every day to tell you this but I guess you didn't feel like talking.." I can hear the hurt in his voice, I'm just sitting here in pure disbelief, would his management really do that?
"I mean I understand why you didn't want to talk to me .. But I couldn't do it anymore, knowing how I had hurt you and you didn't know the truth.. It was eating me up inside, so I escaped management and came here so that I could explain." I hear what sounds like him pressing his head against my door.
"That night, god, what I would give to go back there and repeat it over and over.. That was the best night of my life, I mean that Liv, if I could go back I would tell management to screw themselves.. I'm sorry.. " My head is swimming and I truly don't know what to think or believe, but I can hear true sincerity in his voice and I more than anything want to believe that this is the truth, I mean why would he travel all of this way just to lie?

I take slow steps over to the door and quietly unlock it, deciding that it would be easier to speak face to face, maybe easier to tell if he is telling the truth by looking him in the eyes, I turn the handle and finally see those beautiful blue eyes that I haven't seen since that night we spent together, other that photographs, which don't do them the justice they deserve.

He looks unsure of what to do but within seconds has his arms around my waist and his head buried into my shoulder, holding me tightly as if he has missed me far more than I could have imagined and my mind eases a little, he couldn't possibly be lying, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and enjoy this embrace from the boy I have missed so much.

A/N enjoy, more to come :)