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three

~Breanna's P.O.V

"Hey, where are we suppose to be meeting up at again?" I ask Louis through the phone I held in my small dainty hands. Apparently today we had another day out together as friends again, Caitlyn had told me where only yesterday but me being the forgetful person I am, I forgot where to be.

"Don't worry about it, I'll just pick you up." Louis sighed a very frustrated one; ever since the day at the mall Louis hasn't been as much as a dick he was being before. He still hasn't explained this whole thing to me about him being free. I doubt that I'm going to forget about it since it's an interesting topic to me, why does he feel the way he feels? As if he's locked up in jail or a puppet, when the both of us have to go somewhere together in public I end up asking him what he mean't, he never says anything. If he does he ends up muttering along the lines of, "I wish I never told her anything." I also remember him saying something about Caitlyn telling him to trust me more

It's funny that no matter how forgetful I am, I remember these little things.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, I'll see you-" Just as I'm about to finish my statement the line goes dead. He hung up on me. He's angry again, and only God knows why.

Rolling my eyes, I semi run to the coat rack right beside the front door, swinging my light blue jacket onto my body. I fish my phone out of my back pocket checking the twitter Modest! Management had decided to make for me so I could interact with fans and be fun and all that. To be completely honest, I didn't want to do anything of that but there was no choice; sometimes they'd even go onto my twitter to write tweets theirself.

My twitter was filled with pictures of me, photos of my friends and there was a rare photo of Louis and I hugging very friendly like. In about two more days, Louis and I make it "offical". There's a 99.9% chance that I'm going to get hate right away, and also a few supporters. If only they knew. Caitlyn thinks the best way for us to come out as dating is if we post a photo of us kissing on twitter.

I noticed some tweets from the fans who follow me, one wrote a cute little sentence to me, making me retweet it. I smiled, there were some very harmless ones but then there were the violent hateful ones who hated just about any person the boys would date. It didn't really bother me as much when they hated on me because this relationship is fake after all, and sometimes I'd just ignore their tweets.

In just minutes, I hear a soft knocking at the door which makes me place my phone into my jacket and open the door. Louis is leaning into the doorway, throwing up his keys then quickly catching them over and over again. "Ready?" He asks, now shoving his hands into his pockets.

Nodding, I close my apartment door behind me, locking it before walking into the elevator just across the hall from my door.

"Oh, and there are paparazzi outside, just letting you know." He breathes out, picking at his nails.

"We're not even known as an item yet. Why?"

Louis stares at me, letting out a chuckle. "You don't get it, where ever I go they follow me. You can thank Caitlyn for setting all this up." He rolls his eyes.

The elevator stops at the lobby letting the both of us get off. The angle that we stand I can see the group of people flashing cameras as we soon get closer, closer and closer toward them. Louis pushes the fragile glass door open holding it right before me, the both of us are literally running toward his car in the small parking lot as the people are still following us behind, flashing the annoying cameras. Soon enough, we're in the car and he's pulling away from my apartment building.

"That was fun..." I sarcastically remark under my breath, breathing loudly.

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We both finally arrived at a carnival, it seemed fun. As the both of us entered the carnival, I quickly eyed the house of mirrors, not thinking my feet are fast and I'm right in front of the tent.

"Breanna!" Louis shouts out to me before running toward me, "why are you over here?"

"The house of mirrors, who doesn't love them?" I say smiling.

I can feel the insides of me jumping with excitement. The House of Mirrors have always been my favourite part of a carnival; the mirrors would just make you laugh and want to go see what the others looked like. It made you feel great, it just made me have such a great time. When I entered the tent, it looked as if there were hundreds of mirrors, but the amount was sure enough smaller than that.

When I entered, my eyes glanced around happily. I hurried toward the first mirror I saw and saw my body change hilariously, putting my hands on my hips, I began shaking them playfully. Behind me I can hear Louis' soft chuckles as he stands in the mirror adjacent to me. He laughs louder as he sees his body look somewhat swirled. Holding my stomach, I laugh even harder.

"Why're laughing at me? Look at your body!" He says, pointing toward the mirror i stood directly in front of me.

"Shut up." I playfully smack his shoulder.

This is what I wanted, to just go around without arguing although I didn't know much about him. This was fun and I hoped our day would continue like this, Louis wasn't as bad as I thought he was. He probably had a few things bothering him; it happens to everyone, so it's not that serious I guess. Louis grabbed my wrist, pulling me to other mirrors as we checked ourselves out. We looked chunky in some mirrors, in some we'd look like we were as skinny as a toothpick. It was hilarious, we laughed until we finished looking through literally all the mirrors.

After the house of mirrors, there wasn't much to do but go on some carnival rides, eat cotton candy, and play games. We both decide on going on the ferris wheel, it was one of my favourite rides, hands down. The merry-go-round was probably my second favourite.

The both of us stood on line waiting for our turn to step onto our cart or whatever it was called. Whilst waiting, Louis playfully swung his arm over my shoulder, looking at me with a weird goofy grin.

"Today's actually fun." He spoke, laughing lowly.

Nodding, I pulled his hand down from my shoulder before any fans got the wrong idea. It wasn't time for that anyways. "Yeah, I guess it was. You're not so bad" I tease.

Soon enough, it's our turn on line and we walk into our cart. It took a few minutes until we were high enough to see the whole entire carnival, it stopped up here; I'm guessing to let other people on.

"Are you going to tell me yet, Louis?"

"What?"

"Y'know, about the whole being free thing.." I trail off, crossing my arms.

He sighs rolling his eyes, "Breanna, don't you get it?" He says, "It's just that much of a serious thing to me, I do sort of trust you I guess, but no. I'm not telling you, I'm sorry."

Once he finishes his sentence I'm ready to go home, all I wanted to know was why it was such a big deal to him, why it was so important. It pissed me off, if he trusted me, well sort of, why can't he tell me? I highly doubt that it's a serious situation. Whatever it is, I'm still going to be asking about it until Louis tells me, and he better be expecting it.

a/n; okay. this chapter was shitty i guess, sorry. but breanna and louis are kind of bonding, cute right? aw. but leave me a comment, vote, and give me a fan? it helps me out a lot and it meets a lot to me, thanks. :)x