Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 3 ♥

CHAPTER 3: IT'S HIM.. LOUIS TOMLINSON

"He's my brother." he stated nonchalantly.

What in the world...

"He's your what? How?" I asked, my voice picking up a tone. Ryder heaved a heavy sigh, wrapping me in his arms.

I rested my head against his chest while he stroked my arm with his thumb. "Remember what I told you about my mom re-marrying?"

Ryder's past wasn't as pleasant as what he's living in the present. Mrs. Mitchell married another man when her husband went AWOL and her first son was sent to Juvenile Prison. According to Ryder, he had a twin who was taken away from him and his mother brought him to a new place to live a new life. He was only four then.

In the three years of our relationship, we had only touched the subject of Ryder's past once. This is gonna be the second time.

"Yeah, I remember." I nodded my head. Ryder pulled up the sheets to cover our bare bodies.

"I had a twin. I was four when my father left us, bringing with him my older brother. Then when we knew he was sent to juvie, mom and I left town." he trailed off. I just stared at my boyfriend and realized he had same eyes as Louis' but the blue in them was more prominent.

And of course, both had the same sexy English accent.

"You don't look like Mr. Welsh." I said out of the blue.

He ignored my statement and sighed again, running his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Morgan, they came here last week." he breathed out.

"Do they want you back?" I asked.

"No. Ever since Louis and I turned ten, my father always kept track of us, me especially.. He knew I had a girlfriend but Louis had none. He wanted Louis to continue the Tomlinson line and to do that he needs to find him a girl. And not just a girl, my father is very particular with fine young women. I'm not surprised he chose you for Louis."

I gulped hard. There's no avoiding this situation as easy as I thought. I've never had the chance to know Ryder's mom and his stepdad but it was clear enough who was better than who.

Mr. Welsh really did have a deceiving look.

"I'm not marrying Louis," I quickly pecked him on the lips.

"You won't," he confirmed.

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Mondays.

I hate Mondays. It creeps the hell out of me and it only gets worse for my once a month torture brutally decided to come today.

"You okay?" Ryder parked his car beside Zayn's BMW. I sighed, getting out.

"No, I'm not." I tugged the strap of my back pack and held Ryder's hand as we joined the swarm of hormonal teenagers into the entrance.

"Someone's having a red day.. plus, it's Monday love, enjoy the torture." my boyfriend teased annoyingly which earned him a kick on his shin.

"Aww!" I laughed as he whined, approaching our lockers. I got out my English textbooks and my Starbucks planner then slammed my locker door shut.

"See you at lunch okay?" I nodded. Ryder pecked my forehead while insanely cupping my ass. "You're extremely hot by the way." he whispered and then left. Leaving me and my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

What a boyfriend.

But honestly, I'm flattered.

I watched his retreating back with a smile on my face. Ryder has been the only one who can make me feel all kinds of emotions that I never kmew existed in all my boyish facade.

Ryder and I met in freshmen year. He was popular and a jock. He was good in talking with people, he makes everyone comfortable around him. All in all, he was a great gentleman. While I was the complete opposite.

Lake and I have known each other since kindergarten. She was very out going and jolly but ultimately insane. She was girly and she has a thing for hats. I, on the other hand, was one for over sized shirts and baggy jeans. But Ryder noticed me none the less.

Which reminds me of what Ryder told me about Mr. Welsh. He said his father was one for fine young women. I don't remembering ever falling to that category.

"Well, well.. You look so different Ms. Bell."

I turned around only for all the air to vanish inside of me.

It's him.. Louis Tomlinson.

"What are you doing here?" I gritted my teeth.

"I'm a transferee student and it says in my schedule that my friendly tour guide for today is Ms. Morgan Bell,"

What?!

"I'm not your tour guide!" I hissed and walked away.

"That won't be a problem. I just have to follow you everywhere since I asked for the same schedule as yours." he tagged along side of me quicker than I expected.

"You what?!" I pushed him on the wall with my elbow pinned on his neck, choking him.

"Easy there, love. I don't want this stupid arrangement as much as you don't. I'm just following orders." he said in a tone laced with coldness. His eyes were emotionless. And in a second, he was the one pinning me on the wall, his minty breath fanning my face.

I scoffed; "Your father's orders? I don't care, Tomlinson. I'm not marrying you!"

"You won't be able to do that, trust me." he said. His lips twitching.

"Then do me a favor and go hook up with a stripper. Get her pregnant." I ordered sternly.

His smirk grew wider; "You see, I already did that three times last night but no matter how much I'm willing to pay them, it's not money they're after."

It was getting uncomfortable by the minute, being pinned on the wall with an asshole who's downright gorgeous and a very alluring English accent with the whole freshmen witnessing the scene.

Don't they have classes?

"What do they want? Maybe I can give them."

Louis laughed. He laughed like it was the end of the world. Then he narrowed his eyes on me; "Love. It's what they want from me Ms. Bell. And FYI, I don't do love."

I gulped.

He leaned closer and I pursed my lips tight, squirming away. I can feel the slight brush of his soft lips on mine.

"I will never kiss you, Ms. Bell.." he said through my lips.

"Get off my girl Tomlinson." Ryder's voiced echoed the hallway.

I kicked Louis' groin and he crouched in pain. I ran towards my boyfriend's side.

"Hello.. brother.." Louis said. His smirk screaming watch out at night.

Everyone gasped.

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