Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Tears On My Pillow Or How We Watched Grease

Hi everyone, only quite a short chapter tonight, but something I was inspired to write this evening so I hope you like it anyway. Some great stuff to come in the next few chapters; I have some crazy ideas which you will hopefully like just as much as me. All the love, as always, Summer xxx Ps. This is one of my all time favourite Lilo photo so I  really wanted to share it with you. Pure happiness and love.

Harry's words earlier in the car had really hit home for me. "You do you." In my opinion this was either the best of the worst advice someone could give you, depending on what kind of situation you found yourself stuck in. In my case, I felt like it was one of the best pieces of advice I had received in a while. My dad had once said something similar to me, when I was a young girl sitting on his knee. I still remembered his words as clearly as if it had been only yesterday.

"Claire, people will always have an opinion of you, no matter what you do. You can excel in every area of your life and people will still have an opinion of you, good or bad. But it is up to you if you let these opinions influence you. This is your life and you are the only person who gets to decide what you're gonna do with it, okay? So if someone tells you that you aren't normal for doing something or weird because you do something different, that's their opinion. It doesn't have to affect you. Just live your life and don't judge others for living theirs."

I turned around in my bed and stared at the wall, my eyes wandering over the photos. My eyes stopped on a very recent addition of a photo of me, Harry and Louis which had been taken at Harry's birthday party. I was in the middle, framed by these two gorgeous men who I still couldn't believe were part of my life, very important parts as well. My eyes wandered further to the left and I smiled sadly when I looked at the photo of me and my dad. It had been taken last year on his birthday and we were both smiling widely into the camera. 

The hole in my chest, which had been aching since his passing, opened up again and silent tears hit my pillow, making the fabric of my pillow feel damp underneath my cheek. The rain outside drowned out any noises apart from the constant noise of the dripping water outside my window which had a very soothing effect, almost reassuring. My phone gave a buzzing sound but I ignored it and kept my eyes fixed on the photo on the wall. It kept buzzing, but I didn't have the strength to answer it and after a while the caller had seemed to give up.

I didn't know how long I had been lying there, tears still silently running down my cheeks, when someone opened my bed room door and wordlessly climbed over me to lie down next me. A strong arm wrapped itself around my waist and suddenly I was surrounded by a familiar, comforting warmth that only very few people could provide to me. He just held me and let me grief, his presence providing the comfort I didn't know I had been craving. "How are you here?" I managed to croak out and I felt his smooth lips press a light kiss to my forehead. 

"You know, when your girlfriend doesn't answer her phone, you do start to worry after a while," I turned around and saw him look down at me with a look of concern in his eyes, a lopsided smile on his face. "Sorry" I whispered almost inaudibly, but he smiled down at me and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. "You're forgiven, love." He leaned in and pressed a long kiss to my forehead, before he let himself fall back into the pillows next to me. "How did you get into the flat though?" I asked him quietly, while he drew random patterns on my hand. "Lily had a spare key made for Niall and gave me one as well." Louis explained and I raised an eyebrow at this new information. "Good to know." I commented dryly and he chuckled.

"Feeling a bit better now?" he asked me, still not completely convinced that I was okay. "I'm fine Louis, or at least I will be. I always knew that this wouldn't be easy and it still hurts so incredibly much. There is this hole in my chest and I don't know how to fix it because the person who used to be there won't come back. I can now only learn to live with this hole and I think that will take some time. Just bear with me, okay?" I begged him and he immediately nodded, his face suddenly very serious. 

"Claire, I've said it before and I will happily say it again. I like you, a lot. And I will be here for you as long as you will have me and I will help you get through this and live with this pain. I'm not going anywhere, alright, love?" Unable to say anything, I just nodded and he pulled me into him and rolled over so that my head was resting on his chest, his arms holding me close to his body. I listened to the steady beat of his heart which calmed me down and after a while, the tears stopped, leaving Louis' t-shirt wet and my cheeks tear-stained, but I was feeling a little better again.

My stomach made a loud rumbling noise, reminding me that I hadn't had any dinner yet and I felt Louis' chest vibrate underneath me from silent laughter. "Dinner?" he asked and I groaned, but sat up anyway. "Dinner." He smiled at me and then got up, holding his hand out for me to take. After pulling a hoodie over my t-shirt, I took his hand and followed him to the kitchen where he made us both a big bowl of pasta which we ate together in front of the TV, where we watched 'Grease'. 

"Thank you for coming over when I didn't answer my phone." I said quietly as we watched Sandy and Danny sing about their summer romance. His blue eyes wandered from the screen down to meet my green ones and he smiled at me. "Any time, love." he assured me. With a sigh, he carefully placed his empty bowl on the couch table in front of him next to mine and pulled me into him, watching the rest of the movie with a sleepy girlfriend sprawled over his lap and a happy smile on his face.