The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty One - Leaving...Again

Chapter Twenty One - Leaving...Again

*Louis' Point of View*

      I sat on the floor of a hotel room in the Dominican Republic while Lottie did her make-up next to me. I had left Doncaster two days prior, for a holiday that was meant to be just me, myself, and I, but then, I kind of felt...lonely? I didn't really want to be alone but I had none of my mates with me and no girlfriend to go with. So, since she was officially eighteen and old enough to go out with me in public without embarrassing herself or me, I decided to bring Lottie. Tonight was the night that we would officially go out together. She was so bloody nervous...yet I had no idea why.

      "Do I look alright?" she asked, spinning towards me, giving me a very serious look. It was her attempt to be sexy. A laugh sputtered out of my lips and I fell back on to the floor, covering my mouth to keep from giggling hysterically. She hit me in the stomach and I curled into a ball, letting my laughs loose.

      "You're such a dickhead!" she whined. 

      "Ugh, Lottie, I don't know why you're freaking out so much! You look fine, love! It's not like I care!" I said, propping myself up on my elbow and playfully poking her. She slapped my finger away and sighed, inspecting herself in the little mirror again.

      "I don't want any paps to see me and take pictures of me when I'm looking like a mess! I can see the headlines now! 'Lottie Tomlinson: A Failure In The Making!'" she said, outlining the air like it was a newspaper. I groaned and fell back onto my back, covering my eyes.

      "Lottie, listen to me. NOBODY KNOWS YOU HERE!" 

      "That's what you think!" 

     "No, I don't think...I know! Don't make me send you back to mum." I threatened, sitting up and shaking my finger at her like an adult to a small child. Her eyes bulged and she turned towards me.

      "You wouldn't dare."

      "Oh yeah? TRY ME!" I shouted. We started a mini slap fight as usual and then I tackled her, tickling her furiously. 

     "LOU! LOU, NO STOP! LOU, LOU, YOUR PHONE! NO STOP!" I stood up and noticed that my phone had, truly, been buzzing like mad. I answered it, not even bothering to look at the name.

     "Yes?" I answer, kicking Lottie gently as she giggled up at me.

      "Louis? Oh my god, you answered!" I froze in my spot and Lottie stopped giggling as she noticed my expression. I glanced down at her nervously and cleared my throat.

     "Ch-Charlotte?" I stuttered. Lottie's eyes almost popped out of her skull as she pulled herself beside me, waving her arms frantically. 

     "What?" I mouthed.

      "Speaker!" she whispered loudly. I nodded in agreement, clicking the speaker button and holding it between us.

     "Why did you call?" I asked. 

     "What kind of a question is that? Where have you been? Why did you just fall off the earth?" she questioned. 

      "I left." I merely said. Charlotte scoffed loudly. I could pretty much picture her tossing her hands up in the air in disbelief and anger. 

     "No shit?! Where are you? Niall just said you left...he didn't tell us where you went." she said. I sighed, closing my eyes. I owed Niall for that one.

      "Why does it matter? Why did you call?" I demanded, growing a bit angry. Lottie squeezed my arm in support. 

      "Well....I mean, I missed you...I missed your voice. I haven't seen you in almost three weeks..." she whispered. Lottie and I exchanged confused glances. She missed me? This was a new one.