The Tommo Way

The Chapter Sixteen: The Definition of 'Normal' and Star-struck

Good morning everyone! I already finished this chapter yesterday but I couldn't bring myself to post it. My heart goes out to Harry and his amazing family at this very difficult time! So sad to hear that Harry's stepdad Robin has passed away, please keep him in your prayers. No one should lose a parent at such young age. I nearly lost one of my parents a couple of years ago and I went to far too many funerals myself but I can only begin to imagine the pain they must be going through. Lots of love and big hugs. <3
On a more cheerful note: I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. Personally, it's one of my favourites so far and it was a lot of fun to write! Just to give you a quick heads-up, I had to break up the chapter into two parts, because it got too long. Part two is not quite finished yet, but hopefully it'll be up in the next couple of days! A very special person requested an appearance of certain celebs at Harry's barbeque, soooo... we'll see how it went ;)
Have a lovely day!

"Abby, open up!" Louis knocked for the fifth time. "Just a minute!" I yelled back. "That's what you told me five minutes ago!" Louis shouted from the other side of the door. I cursed and sprinted from the bathroom to my bedroom in order to find a shirt without chocolate stains. "Abby, what the hell are you doing in there?" Louis' voice sounded from outside the apartment, he was starting to sound a little annoyed. "Nothing, I'll be with you in a second!" There was a short pause. "Well, your second is up, love, let me in!" "Oh bite me!" I snapped back and threw over a green top but managed to get stuck in the process.

I had only curled up for a short power nap when we got home from our study group at the uni but I had forgotten to set an alarm for Harry's barbeque tonight. My dear friend Lucy had been kind enough to wake me up at five to seven to inform me that Louis' car had just pulled over outside of our house. I have had about five minutes to find an outfit to wear tonight when I would get to meet all of Harry's and the boys friends, put on make-up and fix my hair which looked like it had served as a bird-nest. With an impatient groan, I got rid of the tight, black top and frantically looked around the room for something else to wear.

"Abby, please just let me in, I hate standing here outside!" Louis complained and I felt a little guilty. "I promise you, I'll let you in right away!" I promised him and ran back into the bathroom to see if I could find the red shirt I had worn earlier today. "Why not now?" Louis said and I peeked my head out of the bathroom. "Because I'm only wearing my bra, that's why!" I yelled and Louis fell silent. After a short while his voice sounded again. "Now that's a sight, I'd pay to see!" "I bet you would!" I grumbled. My eyes fell on a white tank top, lying on the floor next to the couch. With a breath of relief I put it on and ran over to the door to let Louis in.

"Finally!" Louis exclaimed when the door swung open. He opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. "What happened to your hair?" he chuckled when he let go of me and saw the mess on my head. "Nothing" I glared at him. He smirked. "Oh come on, as if your hair looks this amazing when you get out of bed." I added with a stern look and glared at his ever-so perfect hair.

"My hair looks always amazing, thank you very much!" Louis grinned and squinted his eyes at me. "Wait a minute...Abigail Foster, are you telling me that you have been asleep before I got here?" His grin widened and he looked at me mockingly. "No, if you must know I have merely be resting my eyes." I replied as gracefully as possible and Louis grin deepened. "Ah, that's what sleep is called nowadays."

"Are you trying to make me regret letting you in?" I said and raised my eyebrows. "Well, since I'm your ride to Harry's house, I would say I have nothing to fear!" Louis pointed out and I glared at him. "Careful love, someone might fall in love with that beautiful smile of yours!" Louis said and tapped my nose. "So are we ready to go?" He asked and let his eyes wander around our messy apartment. "Yeah just a sec!" I said and grabbed a hairbrush from our little coffee table and tried to fix up my hair. "Lucy, we're leaving soon!" I yelled at Lucy's closed door.