Love Me or Love Me Not... (One Direction fan-fiction)

LMOLMN: Chapter 21

Yes, I've updated! Only it's a quite a short chapter (I'm guessing)

This chapter is unedited!

So, I hope you enjoy this, I put a lot of effort into this!!

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Louis sighed. "Guys?" Straight away, everyone in the room had turned towards Louis' direction. Everyone, excluding Louis and Niall. Niall said he had some errands to run and left in a hurry. Nobody pressed on. But as Niall left the mansion, a feeling of emptiness started to fill Louis. Surprisingly enough, the feeling wasn't due to the fact that he was hungry, for the feeling was emotional. And it was at that second that he realised what it was. "How long do we have until we're going back on tour?"

All of them pulled faces, trying hard to remember when suddenly Liam blurted out: "In less than five days."

His bright, blue eyes dulled as they widened. "No." Five days. Less than that, actually, until he would have to leave, and possibly never see Ashy again.

"Uh," Zayn whipped out his phone and started tapping on it, rapidly. "Actually, it's six days."

That didn't help. Louis felt that having extra day just wasn't enough. He didn't know Ashy well enough to give up his life for her, but he felt something strong whenever he was around her. Just thinking about her was enough to make him happy on even the saddest days. But the fact that he had to leave in less than a week was terrifying. There was a rare chance that they would ever cross roads again and that made something in his chest throb painfully.

A little buzz came from the corner of the glass table. It was his phone. The screen had lit up, showing a message that had come from the one person he was just thinking about. Ashy. She sent him a text message. He read the message aloud.

"I'm really hungry, do you wanna hang out at Pizza Hut?" Almost immediately, he typed his reply. A quick "yes!" was sent.

He was glad that he was going to see her again. They really do need to talk.

~•~

Ashy and Louis walked into Pizza Hut. The lighting was dim, but sunlight poured from the windows, illuminating the polished tables. Dark walls were adorned with paintings and posters, advertising their latest deals and such. An unforgettable smell wafted towards the couple, making them both sigh with content.

As they took their seats, Louis couldn't help but stare at her. She looked around, oblivious to the fact that Louis gazed at her. "Ashy?"

Immediately, she fixed her stare onto him. A smile tugged at her glossy lips. "Yeah?"

Oh no, Louis thought. Rubbing his sweaty palms against his chinos, he blew out a breath. "I'm leaving in six days." Silence overtook them. Taking a quick glimpse at her, he noticed how she remained neutral. "Aren't you gonna say something?"

"Well," she closed her eyes. "We both knew this was going to happen."

With those words said, Ashy stood up and waved at him before walking away. Letting his head fall into his hands, Louis took deep breaths.

He felt like he was falling.

~•~

"Daddy?" Lyza stood at the kitchen door, chocolate in hand, eyes as wide as saucers. "Wha...You-you're really here?" They way she said it was more of a question than a statement.

The man grinned. That was answer enough.

His black hair, which seemed to be immune to grey hairs, gave absolutely no signs to his age. He sported no wrinkles. The way he stood was straight and powerful. Armani was his signature. Wealth and fame was his. And his name was André Sariego.

"My dear daughter, how you've grown!" Before Lyza could reply, André's muscular arms were around his daughter. "I've missed you, mi angelita." My little angel.

Lyza couldn't help but cling on to him, as if he was going to disappear. "Papa..."

A cough came from behind André. Lyza pulled away from her father to see who it was. Lina ran up to her father and locked him into a big hug. "Daddy!"

Lyza took a step back and faltered; Lina shot her sister a smug look. A light tapping came from the staircase. Clio walked in on the scene, a flush on her sculpted cheeks. But it didn't last long for the doorbell rang, surprising all. Who's that?

"I'll get it." Lyza muttered to herself, for it was clear that nobody was paying any attention to her. She swerved around the cluster of people, strolled across the living room and opened the door.

"Sorry, I'm looking for a girl. She's...17 years old, I think?" Her lightly accented voice was soft. Crossed arms tightened as a gust of wind swirled around her.

"Uh...why?" Lyza was confused. Something about the woman made her heart race. And it wasn't because she was a stranger.

"Well, because she is..." The woman trailed off. Her brown eyes darted towards something behind Lyza. "André?"

"Viola?" Her father looked equally surprised. "Viola, what is it? ¿Qué estás haciendo?"

Just as she was about to reply, Clio and her daughter strolled in. They halted immediately at the sight of the woman.

"André, I am here for Eliza." The name silenced all.

Lyza gasped.

The woman was Lyza's mother.

"Mama," she could barely find her voice. "Why are you here for me?"

"Because I'm coming to take you home."

Awkwardness filled the silence. "Well," Lyza exhaled and widened the door. "Let's get this family reunion started."

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Oh...writer's block.

Why oh why?!

Anyway, this was a very short, but don't worry because I'm going to update next week!

Actually, since it's my birthday on the 18th, I'll probably update twice <3

¡Adios!