Made a new story and it's just an idea I came up with. I don't know how it's going to end. I don't even know what the plot twist is going to be. Anywayyy it's a Louis fanfic. I have no hate against El! She and Louis are perfect for each other!! I just wasnt seeing a lot of Louis fanfics so I decided I would write one. So let me know what ya think! :) (Oh, and Jack is short for Jacqueline in the story)
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Chapter 1
**Jack's POV**
“Jack! Are you ready? We need to leave so we can catch our flight!” Louis called from downstairs. “In a second, babe!” I called back. I looked around our room to make sure I had everything I needed. My Pillow Pet caught my eye. You’ll be a help on the plane, I thought to myself. Louis always thinks it’s adorable when I fall asleep clutching the zebra fabric of my stuffed animal. I smile just picturing myself leaning against him and holding Stripey. I could almost feel his hand running through my hair. “Babe...”Louis said from behind me. I turned, startled. His hand retreated from the top of my head. I looked into his blue grey eyes. Everytime I looked in them, my stomach churned. Louis was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, funny, and passionate. I’ve had a few boyfriends before him, but none could even compare to how great Louis was.
“Jacqueline, are you alright, love?” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I put my hands on his and turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I was actually just thinking about all the pranks I could pull on you on our vacation,” I teased. “You wouldn’t!” he gasped. “Try me,” I quipped back at him. He gave me his mischievous grin and reached for my sides, attempting to tickle me. I’ve told him before that I’m not responsible for any injuries given when he tickles me because I tend to thrash around. He never listens and I always end up harming him. “LOUIS! Stop it,” I giggle through screams of laughter, “I’m going to end up hurting you again.” He just laughs and continues to torture me, forcing me into fits of flailing arms. My fingernails scratch across his neck, drawing blood. He stops. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident!” I instantly retaliate. He smiled at me, “Babe, you’re fine. It’s my fault. Come help me wash it up and then we need to get out of here or we’ll miss our plane.”
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom so we could clean his wound. I grabbed a washcloth from the linen closet and forced Louis to sit right next to the bathtub. He stretched his neck out to the left so I could wash the blood off. It wasn’t a lot of blood, but it definitely was deep. I felt so bad, doing this to him right before we were going off to have the best time together. I ran my hand over his neck veins. I don’t know why, but those neck veins were just so sexy. I leaned in and kissed his neck, silently begging him to forgive me. He shuddered from the contact as his hands found their way to the sides of my face and he brought his lips to mine. Every kiss we shared was full of passion and love. But, this one was different. Maybe it was the current situation we were in that made it feel different. I pulled out of the kiss to take a peek at my watch. “Shit, Louis, we have to go,” I started panicking. “The plane can wait. I need you now. You’re so irresistible,” he crashed his lips onto mine again. I squealed. “Babe, please? Not now,” I pleaded. “Fine,” he huffed as he stood and hurried out of the bathroom to the living room downstairs.
I carried my suitcase downstairs. My eyes fell upon a sundress laid across the couch. A note attached said,” I love you and can’t wait to spend the next 2 weeks alone with you! xx Come meet me in the car.” I shrieked giddily as I quickly stuffed the yellow striped garment in my luggage. I rushed out the front door, dragging my things with me. Louis sat in the front seat of the car with the biggest grin on his face. What is all this for, I thought to myself, smiling. Louis came barreling out of the car towards me. He raced to pick up my luggage and threw it in the back of the car. He shut the back door and climbed into the driver’s seat. I slid onto the passenger’s seat and stole a glance at him. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead of him. I reached for his hand and squeezed it. A smile formed on his face and he looked over at me and said, “This is going to be amazing! I love you, Jack.”
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any comments? I need feedback! :) What should happen?!
