Amelia’s P.O.V.
I can’t get up after Louis leaves to take his call, because I have a pretty damn good idea what he wants to ask me. It’s not that I’m shocked, but surprised: I just don’t get asked out on dates very often. I’m not sure if it’s because of me, my father, or a combination of both. I’m just thrilled that someone I enjoy being around wants to go out of his way to spend more time with me. It hasn’t happened in a while.
I glance around the room to find Louis, and find that he’s still on the phone. I decide to give him a few minutes before approaching him, so I pass the time by sending out a tweet: Today’s meant to be a hard day for me. Yet somehow, I’m finding lots ways to be happy :). I don’t dare tag Louis in it, because I don’t want to deal with the attention it would bring me. I know he probably doesn’t want to deal with it either, so I feel good about my choice. But I do make a mental note to call my best friend later. I know I can freak out about anything with Audrey and not have to worry about it leaking out to the media or anyone else.
After a few minutes, I get up from my table and go over to Louis’. I know he probably isn’t done talking to his mom yet, but I’m anxious to finish our conversation. I take a seat across from him, and his body is turned to the side so he doesn’t see me approach. But as soon as I start to pay attention to what he’s saying, I wish I would have minded my own business. I can’t hear his mom on the other end, but I don’t need to. Even without the woman’s words, Louis’ tone would be enough to tell me that whatever’s going on is dreadful.
“Screw the God damn benefit! I don’t give a shit what any of them think…What will the President think? Like I said, I don’t care…I’ll get on the next flight out…How are you telling me to stay when one of the people I love most in the world has cancer? She needs me, Mom…”
I stand up and try to walk away, but even as quiet as I am, Louis’ attention turns to me. I’m caught before I can even take a step, so I sit right back down. He’s still talking to his mother, but he’s looking at me the whole time. I’m so embarrassed and I just want to apologize for interrupting, but I’m finding it very difficult to say anything at all. His expression actually makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I suppose I deserve it.
“Mom, I’ll call you back in a few minutes…Yeah, everything’s fine…I love you too…Bye.” He ends the call and sets the phone down in front on him, drumming his fingers lightly on the case. He doesn’t seem to be too angry with me, but I could be wrong. My judgment isn’t the best when I’m nervous.
“Louis, I’m sorry-“ I start.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s probably good you came over when you did,” he says as he flips his phone over, the screen now facing down.
“What do you mean?”
“I just…hell, you heard. I’d rather not say it out loud again.” His tone isn’t hostile, but it’s not bubbly and happy like it was earlier. “My mom doesn’t exactly agree with what I want to do.”
“Are you really going to leave? The question just flies out of me before I can think of a better way to phrase it. But it just comes out blunt and lets him know everything I’m thinking: how I don’t want him to go and how upset I’d be if he did.
He starts to speak, but stops when he gets a better look at my face: my furrowed eyebrows, my slight frown, and my wrinkled forehead. All working to be seen, yet at the same time trying to hide. “Are you okay?” He avoids my question and that only makes me more frustrated.
“Oh yeah, I’m lovely. This is a perfect day for me regardless, and now you leaving is going to make it that much freaking brighter.” My sarcasm isn’t the playful kind I used with him earlier. I’m actually angry this time and I want him to feel it.
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Swing (A Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fiction)
Fanfiction“So what made you think you could take a life, and just push it, push it, around? I guess to build yourself up so high, you had to take her and break her down.” --- When the girl you love has such an influential father, your relationship isn’t going...
