Ch. 2

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Alex's POV.

The one and only Louis Tomlinson stands In front of me, all hot and sweaty with his football jersey on, and a wide grin on his face.

I don't say anything all I do is stair in shock.

"Um Alex?" he looks at me with a puzzled face, his smile going to a frown. Why, what, when.

"L-Louis? why are you here? what are you doing here? when did you get herewhy are you talking to me?"

I stuttered.

"Alex listen, I know you hate me but here take my number and call me. I really want to talk." I take his number quickly and hear my name being called yet again. I grab my drink and head out to my car.

After I drive home I sit down and put Louis number in my phone. I mean what the hell, yeah Louis defiantly hurt me but he also made me feel happy to.

I want to be able to laugh again, not have fake smiles plastered on my face. I want to be able to love someone. I want to be able to call someone's arms my home.

But then again nothing good last forever. I don't want the heartbreak and pain love makes people feel. That's why I choose not to get close to people.

Louis POV.

I finish the football game and the boys and I drive to Starbucks. I love this place, once there I'm the only one who wants something so Im the only one who goes inside.

I walk in and see a girl sitting at a table, on her iPhone. I can't see her fave but she has a black coat on and she as long brown waves. She looks up for a quick second and I can see her face.

Alex Jonson. What is she still doing in Doncaster, she always said once 18 she would move far away from everything here. Start over in America. But plans change I guess.

"Alex" I call her name and she get up and walks slowly to the counter. I step In front of her an she looks up. She looks the same yet so different from last time I saw her, 3 years ago.

She has gotten taller, skinner and prettier. Her blue/grey eyes seem more grey than blue right now and her long brown waves are still the same.

"Um Alex?" She hasn't said anything yet.

"L-Louis? why are you here? what are you doing here? when did you get herewhy are you talking to me?"

She seemed a bit nervous as she stuttered that out.

"Alex listen, I know you hate me but here take my number and call me. I really want to talk." She takes my number an walks quickly to get her drink which has been called and basically runs out the door. I walk out shortly after her.

"Louis uh where is your drink?" Harry asked in a confused tone. Wow did I really forget to order my drink, I guess I did.

"They where out of my usual so I didn't get anything" I lie to them and the start up the car driving to my house. I haven't been there yet we came and went strait to the football game. I wonder if Alex is still my neighbor?

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