(A/N) Omg at chapter twenty already!! Thanks so much for reading, got WAY over 600 reads so you guys definitely deserve an update... Thanks again. Love you all
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Louis POV:
I'm starting to feel a bit bad for this. It's obviously going to be extremely hard for her because its her dead mum I am asking her about. I am now beginning to regret it, I feel so guilty. Courtney wants to speak about her now, so I guess I'm going to have to ask her a question or two related to her mum and past.
The first question... "What was your mum like?"
That's a pretty open question to start with. I probably should of started by simply asking what her mum's name was.
Why do I always think these things too late?
"Well..." She coughed.
I actually cannot believe that she is going to tell me about her mum. We clearly are now at that stage. She must really trust me, if I was het I wouldnt.
Don't get me wrong, I am curious to know about her mum, but if its going to make her feel uncomfortable, I hope she doesn't tell me.
"Well, I don't know, erm, where to start exactly." Courtney muffled, shifting side to side on the sofa, next to me.
I could tell she was so awkward trying to answer, the way she kept coughing and stuttering. This is not a good start.
"I guess her name, would, erm, be a start." She chuckled, and I just weakly laughed back with a forced smile to accompany it.
I didn't know how else to react to it because I've never actually been in a serious and meaningful conversation before, talking about someone's mum who is dead. Heart to hearts are the worst kind of conversation for me to be in.
I usually want to make a joke, or lighten up the conversation, but I know this time I can't do that. It's not really at time for joking and messing around. This is going to be so hard, for me and her.
There was a small pause before she continued. "Her name was... Helen."
When Courtney said her mother's name, it was clear that in her tone that she was gaining some confidence speaking about her. She managed to start hereof off on a pace she could maintain.
"She was amazing, and had long blonde hair, which looked the best when it was down and hanging over her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes that were so blue that they were azure, like the ocean."
Courtneys mum sounds just as pretty as her daughter is. I wish I had the chance to meet her and tell her how incredible her daughter is. Just to say how lucky I am and grateful that I have met Courtney.
"We used to do so much together, like go into town, clothes shopping, go to the cinema and eat out at restaurants. She was more than just a mum, more like my best friend." Courtney took a deep breath and fiddled her hands together.
A tear slowly began to roll down her cheek. I watched it for a second, before wiping it away, lingering my hand there a little longer. I then took her hand in mine and squeezed it lightly, reassuring her.
"It's okay." I muttered into her ear.
In response she just shook her head at me slowly.
"You don't have to carry on." I tried again.
"I do, I have to do th-" Her voice broke, now the tears were streaming down her face, staining her cheeks.
"Have to do this. It's good to tell people, get it off your chest. I have to tell you." Courtney finished the remainder of her sentence.
"And you can, just not tonight. Come on babe. You're tired and upset. Go to bed now, and you can tell me some when else. It can wait." I tried to persuading her.
Nothing else was said, Courtney mearly nodded her head and stood up. I mirrored her action and took a step closer to her.
"It's okay babe." I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Don't cry. It's alright." I pulled her even closet and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
I felt Courtneys body relax in my grip when i showed her my affection.
"Let's just go to bed and finish the date." I smiled brushing her hair back with my hand. She giggled at my remark and nodded.
I took her hand in mine and led her off up the stairs to my room.
Courtneys POV:
There... That was so hard. I can't believe that I started telling Louis about my mum. I knew I had to tell someone about her somewhen, but not this soon and not Louis. I haven't even told Harry and he's my cousin, not that i knew he was of course.
I struggled to tell Louis about my mums name, but once I began it managed to just flow and I got lost in remembering her. All the past memories I had of her, came rushing back into my mind, as though they were waiting for me to think about them and tell someone.
It did me good, until I got to the part, where I started remembering her death. I couldn't handle it any longer, that just got too much for me. I don't think I am completely ready to fully open up about my past yet. To anyone. Maybe at a later date, but not now. No one.
Louis began persuading me to go to bed because I couldn't handle talking about my mum any longer. After a few attempts of trying to argue and explain to him that i have to carry on, i gave in to him.
He kissed my lightly on the forehead and brushed my hair gently back out of my face. I then giggled at him and placed my hand in his. Louis carefully hooked his fingers over my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom.
(A/N) Second note... Soooo, I guess you guys have predicted what's meant to happened at the end of this chapter, but I don't feel comfortable writing smut, sorry. That's not exactly something I would want to write either, but yeah... I know im a day late, but Merry Christmas anyways :) I hope you all had a great day and that you got everything that you asked for from Father Christmas/Santa. Sorry guys that its been a while since I updated. Please don't be a ghost reader either, I am nearly at 800 reads on this book, so thank you so much and keep voting and reading and commenting... Thanks again :)
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P.s. Sorry about the chapter being short, I will update again really soon to make up for it, hopefully this week. :)
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