Revenge (Louis Tomlinson Love Story - Sequel to Just One Look)

Chapter 6 - Threats

Hey guys! If you know of anyone who read JOL, why not tell him or her that there’s finally a sequel? They’ll probably be relieved that the gang’s story didn’t finish where JOL did… :3 But anyway, Enjoy xx

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Bailey’s POV

“You can’t play on Broken Strings. You can’t feel anything that the heart don’t want to feel. I can’t tell you something that ain’t real,” I sang quietly to myself, brushing my hair. I missed Zayn tremendously, but I really needed to pick myself up for the others. Zayn was close to them as well; he wasn’t only mine.

I must confess though, that I’m only making myself look nice to please Louis – I haven’t seen him in a few days, and haven’t properly talked to him in a week or more. I missed his soothing voice, the crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the mischevious glint in his comforting blue eyes…

“Oh the truth hurts, a lie’s worse. How can I give anymore?” I continued, running the bristles through my now silky brunette hair. My eyes sparkled in the light due to the glimmery eyeshadow dotting around them, and my lips shone with the light pink lip balm I applied.

I hadn’t sung in a while, but it felt good to let a melody escape my lips. Singing used to be what kept me sane when I was stuck with my abusive mother, and I felt a warm comforting feeling inside my stomach as I continued my routine.

“When I love you a little less than before.” I grinned at my reflection, dotting at the foundation I layered underneath my eyes – the dark, bruise-like bags hanging underneath them were not extremely attractive, and I wanted to look my best for my boyfriend and the rest of the gang.

“I forget that you’re such an amazing singer,” a voice rasped behind me, making me jump in surprise. I glanced in the mirror, seeing the body of a certain Doncaster lad lean casually against the white doorframe. “Maybe I should make you sing for me more often.”

“Hey Louis,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks warm up, “I didn’t see you there.” His melodious voice made the world’s butterflies swarm in my stomach, and I couldn’t help staring at his soft, tempting lips in the reflection. How long has it been since I’ve kissed him?

Too long.

I turned around and stood up from my vanity table, slowly making my way across the room to stand in front of my love. My eyes once again involuntarily flickered to Louis’ mouth, desire bubbling in my mind. They were so tempting, so inviting…

“My eyes are up here,” Louis joked, winking at me. I giggled and mock-slapped him. He faked hurt, but I could still identify the humor dancing in his eyes. His lips parted as he let out a laugh, and I couldn’t help but want to plant my lips on his. I needed to kiss him.

Did Zayn ever feel like this when he looked at me?

The thought slapped me with the force of a thousand bricks and I took a step backward, blinking away the tears. Why could I not go 5 minutes without thinking about him? I need to get over the fact that he’s dead! He probably never even thought about kissing me.

Oh come on, who am I kidding? Of course he thought about it. He loved me.

HE. LOVED. ME.

“Bay-Bay?” Louis called, yanking me out of my distant phase. “You completely zoned out. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine. Anyways, what were you saying?” I murmured, staring at my feet. God, how embarassing.

“I was just mentioning how beautiful you look today,” he flirted, placing his hands around my waist and slowly swaying my body along with his. “I’m so lucky to have such an amazing girl to call mine.”