Six Years.

Chapter 41

A/N

Hi my loves!

Yes I know, i'm like weeks late, but I was grossly sick and i'm barely getting better.

I just finished this chapter today, which means i'm going to be delayed with the next one too, but i'l try to write as fast as I can.

Now, about this chapter....it is a warning to those still sensitive and dealing about Jay. I did not write this with bad intention, I do not want to offend the Tomlinson family or fans. This is simply my creative writing addition to the fic. Please understand that I love Louis and his family and there is no way I would ever speak bad of them and hurt them. (RIP Jay)  Love them very much💕

So, Enjoy, I hope you like it as much as I did writing it (with shaky hands and a snotty face lol😂😂) I know, gross. But imagine being the person like that😭 lol sorry, off track, ENJOY!

Love you all!

-Nessie😘💕🌹

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"Harry, some Nadine is calling your phone!" the tall man jogged his way into the living area and grabbed his phone from the coffee table

"Thanks Gem. Hey Nadine, how are you?" he walked off into the kitchen and Gemma raised a brow, she watched as Louis came down the stairs and passed right by her and into the sofa across

"Who's Nadine?" she shrugs eyeing him

"I have no idea. I'm out of the loop in your lives now it seems." he rolls her eyes and grabs the remote changing the telly to a talk show

"Don't be so dramatic Gemma. We tell you everything. Most days, when we actually see you or text." she scoffs flipping through the magazine in her hands

"Oh yea? How come I didn't know that you were planning on leaving back to LA tomorrow with that actress girl." he pauses and looks away from the telly to stare at her just flip through pages like what she said was so normal. He hated that it was normal

"Where did you hear such a thing-"

"I have ears Louis. And ears tend to hear things when they pass by a room on their way to the toilet." he snarks and turns back to the television

"Ease dropping. Nosy little shit you are." she snorts staring down at a perfume add

"And? Am I wrong?" he sighs pressing on the remote again to distract himself from this conversation

"I don't know, why don't you ask your brother? It was his idea after all." her eyes look up and she can see his worry lines building up on his forehead

"Harry? The guy who hates your second job more than anything else in the world? My brother who loves you too much to even-"

"Yes Gemma. Your brother. HE, decided we need to start acting like we're not a couple in public again. Like we haven't been married for fucking ages and-"

"Lou?" he stops in his tracks and eyes the kitchen arch, Gemma is still looking at him with so much sympathy

"Go." he sighs, inside anger was building up. He was frustrated with this whole thing. He can't take much of this

"Coming love." shaking off the worries and stress, he walks inside the kitchen where Harry is already making breakfast. Their last breakfast for a while, "What's up?"