Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

11

Louis's POV

I finally crawled out of bed at noon. I went to my phone and saw Liam had texted me good-morning and Harry texted me telling me he had gotten home. I placed my phone back on the table. My headache was still there as I walked out of the bedroom door. Once again, I was alone in a flat. The only difference is that this time it wasn't permanent.

Once I had gotten breakfast, I sat on the couch. There was nothing really interesting on TV. We were on random channels once and awhile. It was mainly album reviews. The album was released just two weeks ago and we had a nice easy break up until New Year's Eve. The America promoting was done and over with. Our seven hour live stream was plenty to promote the album.

Seeing the TV didn't offer anything, I decided to get the mail. If there was none, I'd go for a walk. I wanted to go get a ball to kick around this place. I mean, I'd have to push some furniture out of my way, but I'd have plenty of space. I could get to practice my skills during my free time. I was going to do a ton of charity games next year. I might as well be good.

There's no mail downstairs, so I choose to take a walk. It's freezing outside, but nice at the same time. It was just before noon and no one was out here besides those on their way to lunch. They didn't care who I was. They just wanted to get on their way. All of the fans were most likely asleep right now. That's nice. I mean, no offense to them, but it gets crazy when there are a lot of them in one place. I walk around until I see a small sports shop. I walk in and the guy gives me a polite nod.

"Got any good practice footballs?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, back right corner over there. If you need help, call for Dave." He says and points. I head back and pick out a blue and black ball.

"Hey, you're Louis Tomlinson, right? I saw you play at the charity game last year when I took my girlfriend." He says and I nod.

"Yeah." I smile.

"You're in that boy band my girlfriend listens to. She loves you guys." He says.

"I could sign something for her." I offer and he nods.

"Sweet. You're her favorite" He says.

"How old are you?" I ask as I sign the random piece of paper.

"Nineteen. Her name is Savannah, if you could add that..." He trails off and I nod.

"It's her birthday in a few days. Now I can get her her necklace and give her this. She'll go crazy. Thanks." He says and smiles.

"No problem. What do I owe you for the ball?" I ask and take out my wallet.

"£20." He tells me.

"Thanks for the ball." I say and take my card back.

"Do you want a bag?" He asks as I walk out.

"Nah. I'm just going to go kick it around my flat. Bye." I say and head out. I change my mind and decide to make a stop at the book store. I don't know what compels me to do so, but I do.

*

"Hey Louis." Phoebe greets without lifting her head from her book. I didn't realize she works on weekends.

"How'd you know it was me?" I ask.

"Well, I don't usually get a lot of people in here. I also glanced up when you walked in." She says and looks up at me.

"So, about the other night-"

"I feel awful Louis. I heard your half of the phone conversation. I didn't want to tell you then because you were so upset already. I'm sorry." She blurts and comes around her desk.