True - Louis Tomlinson (Sequel to 30 days with Niall Horan)

4. Love story

Chapter four: Love story

Lou went home that day after dropping me back home and I jumped straight onto facebook to see what everyone was up to.  Logging in I almost forgot my password, it was either my sister’s name or my brothers… Abbey96… Yay! Ehh slut complaining about sluts, ooh someone’s in Paris! Sum1 that rites lyk tis. Like for a rate. Some quote from someone famous. Dick head who thinks he’s hot. 12 year old slut. Person that writes on everyone’s walls, no one cares talk on chat. That one guy who makes hilarious – oh that’s Lou.

“Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Syd: To get to the other side?

Me: No, to your house. Knock Knock.

Syd: Who’s there?

Me: The chicken.” Oh he thinks he’s so funny.

*Facebook chat pop*

Louis Tomlinson:

Hey Syd, Marry me?

What?

On facebook!

Oh… Okay yeah sure whatever…

Are you okay?

Yeah just tired.

*Facebook chat pop*

Really clingy chick from school:

Hey Sydney! I’ve missed you heaps! I haven’t seen you this holiday’s! We have to catch up.

It’s been 48 hours.

Too long!

Maybe, I think I have a cold coming on..

Awh no!

Yep, too bad.

*Facebook chat pop*

Louis Tomlinson:

Awh, did I keep you up last night? ;)

Oh, yeah. All night long Lou, you kept on kicking me! I woke up on the side of the bed.

Good for your posture.

Funny.

I know I am. What’s next on the list?

Haha dude, we skipped one and did four and two.

Haha whoops. What’s one?

No technology for 24 hours.

Gay.

It’s 7:10 now until 7:10 tomorrow deal?

Fine.

Bye!

Bye love cha!

You too! Xo

I got off the computer and went to go make myself dinner, I just threw together some eggs and bacon and whatever I found in the cupboard. I ate it slowly, I’m in no rush, I can’t do anything. When I finished eating I washed my dishes and dragged my feet to my bedroom. I am bored already. Looking around my bedroom was a pigsty.

Crawling around my room I crunched up my clothes and shot them into my basket, singing to myself. I closed my wardrobe and made my bed. Bam! Clean. I shot a careful look at my clock, it was 8:30. Damn it. Dragging myself into the bathroom I look in the mirror. I’m thinking shower. Definitely shower.  I got out of the shower and went to blow dry my hair. Oh wait. No technology. I chucked on my pyjamas and lay in bed, realising that my lights and my clock were technology, I just take it for granted.

I guess we just meant phones and laptops. Whoops. I fell asleep, I guess I really was tired and I had a dream…

“Who’s singing?” I asked a stranger in a pink dress.

“One Direction!” She answered screaming.

“Who’s that?” I questioned. They sounded really good, one voice sounded familiar.

“You should know Louis is in it.” Is Louis famous?

“He is?”

“Only the most famous boy band in the world.” Wow… I looked up to see him singing a song in front of thousands of hundreds of people.

I woke up and it was bright out. I wonder if that would actually happen. Nah. Lou is a good singer and he’s good looking but I don’t think my Lou is going to be part of the biggest boy band in the world.

I guess I was wrong, I kept on having dreams like this, each one telling me a little more about his future, creepy right? One night I met Harry, and slowly met them all in my dreams one by one. But the sad part is, I’m not in his future anymore, people don’t know me as his best friend. He said that we couldn’t be open about our relationship because he didn’t want me to get hurt by his fans, that he wanted me to have the life I wanted, apparently we were going out in my dreams, and he broke up with me but our story never got told because he didn’t want me to get hate or whatever. I guess we’ll have to see if it all comes true.

I braid my hair back and drag myself into the kitchen to find no one’s home, they must be at school and work and childcare! Yay. The whole house for the whole day without technology. I’ll call… Damn it… 

Knock Knock

I answered the door to find no other than Lou at my door slumped against my doorframe with his hands in his pockets looking down at the floor. I looked at the clock it’s 11:30 thank God no more Irish accent.

“I’m bored.” He complained. “No technology is killing me.” He invited himself in.

“I know, me too. There’s nothing to do!”

“I just slept yesterday, but now I’m just plain bored.”

“We could go for a walk? Just let me get dressed.”

“What’s next on that horrible list?”

“Go into a crowded elevator and say “I bed you’re all wondering why I gathered you hear today” With a straight face.” I laughed.

“Oh sounds fun!”

“Yep, let’s do it.”

I skipped to my room, I’m always suddenly in a good mood when I see Lou, he brightens up my day. I got dressed into some jeans with a grey button up shirt and a jacket, with some of my boots, it’s freezing here. I jumped into his car and turned on the radio to hear Taylor Swift’s “Love story.” Lou started singing dramatically, like an absolute idiot.

“Does this count as technology?”

“Please! My mum had a radio when she was a kid this doesn’t count…”

“Good idea, go by what your mum had, let’s go find a black and white TV!” He joked. Then continued singing, it was quite hilarious because he was calling himself a princess. Too bad Lou and I weren’t going to have our love story.