(A/N: I'm so pissed at myself. The background to this story is longer than you actually meeting Louis, but I swear it is relevant and adorable. Enjoy this one guys! xx.)
Songs
The River - Imagine Dragons
Walk Away - Ben Harper
Louis POV
Day 1 - Monday. I walked through school with such happiness; just a little too much happiness for your average Monday. I made my way through the crowds of people to reach my meeting spot with Hannah, my girlfriend of two years, almost three. But when I got there, she wasn't leaning against the wall like she usually did every other morning. I was almost alarmed but just chose to brush it off. Maybe she needed to study, I figured. The rest of the day was just draining on and on and on. There was seriously no off button but once my face hit my pillows, I was out.
Day 2 - Tuesday. I woke up that morning feeling refreshed in a way. I had a dream about a girl, who wasn't Hannah. Sadly, my dream never clearly showed me this girl's face but I knew she was all around amazing. After waking up, I shook my head while my subconscience told me no girl could ever compare to Hannah. My bus ended up coming late today, so I never had time to meet with the blonde beauty. But, it didn't phase me as much as Monday. I spent the rest of my afternoon with the football guys without one text from Hannah.
Day 3 - Wednesday. During lunch, I saw Hannah. However, I didn't sit with her after seeing her. Her adorable face was not facing me but in front of her was some guy I didn't know. Probably a grade 11 kid because Hannah's a grade below me. He was laughing and I could tell Hannah was too by the way she covered her mouth with her hands since she thinks her laugh isn't normal. I loved hearing her laugh, especially at my stupid jokes. But obviously she wants some one else to hear it. I was a little sad for the rest of the day, but not as sad as any other loyal boyfriend would be. The fire I once had almost three years ago is really dwindling.
Day 4 - Thursday. This day I realized that it's officially one month until I leave for my America trip. I decided since I'm not really into the education thing, I'd take a year and a half off to travel America, since I've never been there. I've been saving since I was 12 and I'm pretty much set to go (benefits of having a large family who likes to meet for holidays). If I look into it enough, I could probably make a life for myself there instead of this crappy town of Doncaster, England. I've always dreamed about how Hannah would end up agreeing to come run away with me but the vision is getting hazier and my dreams about the mystery girl are getting vivider. I haven't gone to the meeting spot since Monday but when I passed by it on my way to acting class, the guy, whose name I didn't know, kissed Hannah on the cheek. She looks into his eyes so much differently then she looks into mine. I used to loved the way her eyes seemed so grey when she was around. But when she's with him, they're a new shade of blue that I've never seen before. And that was enough for me to realize what needed to be done.
Day 5 - Friday (today). All throughout the school day, I was on edge and extremely fidgetty. I don't think I've ever properly broke up with a girlfriend. Hannah still means a lot to me, just not as a girlfriend any more. So now I'm on my way to her house with a boquet of flowers and a letter that took me an hour to write. I'm going to say it to her face, but I figured I'd add the letter as a gesture for her to remember that this is ending on good terms. I knock on her door and at first no one answers the door, which is stranger since there's always someone home. I knock a little louder and harder and the door is swung open. There stands the guy, whose name I've yet to learn. He just stares at me while chewing on his cheek and I know he knows who I am. Eventually, he just turns around and a minute later, Hannah makes her entrance. She steps onto the porch and looks at the ground.
"I'm so-," I cut her off.
"No, no. Just let me speak. Listen Hannah, I've started to realize lately that we aren't as in love with each other as we used to be. I mean, I know I still love you, but I truly believe that it just isn't the same anymore. And I know you feel it too. I've seen you around school with him, but that's completely okay, I'm not mad at you. Not only have I seen you two together, I've seen what he gives you. Your eyes got brighter when you started hanging out with him and if he can bring you this happiness that I can't give, then I'm so glad. I want you happy, Hannah, that's all that matters to me. Just know, you'll always mean something to me, even when we aren't together. I brought you flowers to show you that you don't need to be sorry," I end my monologue.
She just nods up and down with tears forming in her eyes. I try my best to smile but just end up hugging her goodbye. Hannah stifles a sob in my chest as I rub up and down her back. Once she lets go she holds her finger as to tell me to wait. I hand her the flowers with the letter on top and she slides into the house. When Hannah finally comes out she has a shirt in her hands...not just any shirt, my football jersey.
I slowly nodded my head back and forth while saying, "What if I become famous, Hannah? You're going to want to keep it, just in case. Besides, I'm definitely not missing it knowing it looks so much better on someone else." Hannah laughs and looks at me.
She attacks me in one more hug before whispering, "Thank you, Loubear. Friends forever." I smile at the nick name and walk away from her house knowing everything will be okay.
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The day has finally come! My trip to America is in full swing now that I've officially graduated grade 12. I've just got off the plane and I already feel the difference in the air. My first stop, New York of course! If there's one place to think about life, it's this concrete jungle.
Hannah and I have remained friends over the past month. It isn't official yet, but her and Jack, the guy she is talking to, are dating. I'm happy for her but now that I'm not in Doncaster anymore, I'm going to worry about my own love life and hopefully find the girl of my dreams. I sound like such a clown. Just as I think this, I literally ram into a woman.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," I yelp as I try to scramble the girl's things.
She pushes her glasses up the base of her nose and replies, "No worries, you get used to it when you live in New York," she chuckles. Her accent is so sexy, I note to myself.
After gathering her in somewhat of a neat pile, I hand them back to her with the classic, Louis smirk, as Lottie calls it. I finally get to examine her beauty. Her (y/color) hair cascades down her arms in slight curls and her pink lips are so plump. The (y/eye color) in her eyes was getting me in the good dizzy feeling and I was at a loss for words.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her tiny ears and whispers, " Well I better get-" and I cut her off. It's a bad habit of mine.
"Yeah, sorry again for bumping into you, Ms?" I question.
"(Y/N)." she coos. Oh my goodness her voice is like rubbing velvet all over your body after it came out of the wash. I can only nod in response and she smiles and walks away. I watch her waltz into another corner but just as I'm about to turn the other way, there's a tap on my shoulder.
"Do you want to get some coffee or something?" she questions. I go with my gut before even contemplating it.
"I thought you'd never ask."
