Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Louis's POV

This is crazy. The football stop came to mind randomly and she seemed to have fun. I was taking her to a real date now, and she seemed surprised that there was more. Has no one taken her on a good date before? I mean, I hope this is a good date and she's not faking for my sake. No it must be good, because she wouldn't hesitate to tell me it sucks. She's looking out the window, a slight smile on her face as she looks around.

"So, I'm thinking about dinner, would you like to eat at a great Chinese food place?" I ask her.

"That sounds great." She says and smiles at me. I take one hand and place it over hers, grabbing it. She curls her fingers around mine making me smile.

"You're having fun, right? I don't want to ruin our first date-"

"You couldn't do that, it's already a great date. I've never had a guy take me to the field before. I mean I usually don't tell people I used to play." She says as we stop at the place.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Just the ankle thing." She says. Should I confront her about that? I mean she hasn't told me what it is. We get to our seats and I gain enough courage to ask her.

"What is the ankle thing?" I ask. She looks up at me funny and I break.

"Sorry. Never mind." I say quickly and stare down at the menu. When I look up she looks even more surprised.

"No. It's-It's okay. Well, when I was in high school, my last year actually, I went to an after party like thing and I was smashed. I didn't want to hang out with my friends anymore because honestly, I hated them. I just hung out with them because I didn't want to be alone. So, I stumbled outside and found my car, barely getting inside. Then I took off. I had a lot of cars honk at me on the freeway, so I know I was a bad driver that night, but I didn't care. So, I got off the ramp and ended up at a red light. I looked around and took off through the intersection. Then, I saw a truck that came out of no where. I swerved off of the road, hitting a tree, crushing my ankle on the floor from impact. I also got thrown around because I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. I remember passing out and then waking up to my furious parents. I lost my scholarship to Uni because I could no longer play and I was useless to them. I honestly haven't talked to my parents since graduation when I left the house. They told me I had to pay for Uni myself, so I left." I say.

"How did you end up here, then?" He asks, almost sounding careful about it.

"I found Dean's and I've worked there since. I ended up going to college and Rebecca was one of the first people I met. She needed a roommate, so I moved in a few weeks later. I was sleeping in the back area of the book store for awhile and I was desperate. About a year ago we found the place we live in now. Then one morning she went to get the mail and Harry said hey. She flipped out and screamed, making me run down the stairs. That's how I met Harry. Rebecca wasn't a fan, just really shocked that she went downstairs and Harry Styles was staring at her." She explains and I laugh.

"He must have been terrified." I say.

"He was. Anyways, I paid my way through Uni and that led to meeting Dylan while I was studying in the library. Now, here I am and this is the ankle thing and all it's done." She says. I take a deep breath and take it all in. Why was she so worried?

"Wow. I mean that's a lot." I say and she frowns.

"Sorry. You just asked what happened, so I told you." She says.

"No not like that. I just meant it's a lot that you went through." I explain.

"It's my fault, so I try to shrug it off now. I try to forget my parents. I had a little brother who's 15 now." She says.

"Why don't you just go see them?" I ask.

"It's hard to talk to them. They most likely hate me by now." She says.

"I mean it's worth a shot to go see them and your brother, what's his name?" I ask.

"Thomas." She says.

"You should go, surprise them for Christmas in a few weeks. Do you know where they are?" I ask.

"Same house most likely." She says before the waitress comes.

"Hi, my name is Clarissa, I'll be your waitress this evening. Have you gotten a chance to look at the menu, or would you like to start with drinks?" The girl asks us.

"Do you know what you want?" I ask Phoebe. She nods her head, so I gesture her to order first while I scan the menu.

"Pan fried Dumplings. Oh, and a strawberry lemonade, please." Phoebe says. Clarissa looks over to me, waiting for me to order.

"Uh Pork Lo Mein, please. And I'll have sprite." I say before she leaves.

"Where do you usually go for the whole Christmas and New Years holiday?" I ask her.

"I stay home for Christmas alone and usually have Rebecca back by New Years." She explains. I would ask her to hang out with me, but maybe it's one of those things Rebecca and her do together.

"I don't know where I'm going to be. I think I'm going home in a little while, just to see everyone and celebrate my birthday." I tell her.

"Right Christmas baby." She says.

"Yeah, I mean I feel bad you're going to be alone for Christmas." I say.

"Oh well. I'm used to it by now." She says.

"Why don't you surprise your brother this year? You could go pick him up from school." I tell her.

"Oh he'd be mortified. He's turning 16 in January and I doubt that he wants big sister to finally show up." She says.

"I say go." I push. She can't just never talk to her family again.

"Rebecca has been trying to talk me into this for three years." Phoebe says.

"Well now you have two people telling you to go. I say you talk to Dean and I'm sure he'll let you take a weekend. Where are you from anyway?" I ask

"Cambridge." She answers.

"Ah, well it's what, an hour and a half ride at most on the train?" I tell her.

"Yeah. I guess I could try this." She says. I nod my head reassuringly at her.

"Yeah, now let's get back to date topics. Nice weather we're having?" I joke and earn a laugh.