Cinderella's Missing Tom- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction

Chapter Five

Cinderella's Missing Tom- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction: Chapter Five

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Elle's POV:

Sizzle.

The sound of eggs hitting the frying pan somehow satisfied me. Maybe it was because I felt that way inside. My god. Louis was so confusing. Sure he was cute... scratch that... HOT but I sure a hell won't let him hurt me like... FUCK!!! My finger felt like it was on fire!!! I ran to the sink, practically shoved my hand up of the faucet, and pulled the handle hard enough to break it.

When the cool, cascading water hit my hand, I felt myself relax. As the searing pain of burning left my finger, my rhyme and reason returned to my brain.

I must of subconsciously put my finger into the pan. While thinking of him...

Grumbling, I flipped the now scorched eggs into the trash bin. There goes breakfast I sighed.

Damn you, Louis Tomlinson. I swear, this boy will be the death of me.

Harry's POV:

Louis has been in his room for several hours now. The last time he opened his door was when Liam came to give Lou his carrots. And that was nearly two hours ago.

I ran a hand through my curls frustratedly. Louis was beginning to get on my nerves. Why does he have to lock his emotions and thoughts away from us when we're his best mates? Doesn't he know that we can help him?

Swag masta from Doncasta. Scratch that. More like Sass masta.

Ahhhrghhh!!! I couldn't take it anymore!!! I HAD to check on Louis. Marching up the stairs, I turned the knob of the door to Louis' room.

'Louis, I-' I started, but stopped when I saw him.

Louis was laying in his bed, looking slightly disheveled, and was sound asleep. His usual peaceful face he wore when he slept was replaced with a confused expression. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pressed into a tight line. Awww. My little Boo Bear.

I know I should've probably left then, but something was stopping me. A yearn. A need. A responsibility. Yes, a responsibility. I felt that it was my responsibility to set Lou and Elle together.

And that same feeling of responsibility caused me to do what I did next.

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My eyes scanned all around the room, searching. A flash of bright blue caught my eye. Aha! I found it. Louis' mobile.

I unlocked Louis' mobile with ease, glad that there was no passcode. I clicked on the Twitter app and as it loaded, I realised: what if it isn't logged in? I worried for nothing though. Louis was still logged into his Twitter. BooBear is so easy sometimes.

I went into his DMs and looked for the ones from Elle. I sighed looking at his latest response to Elle. Shaking my head, I started to type a new message.

Satisfied by what I had written, I pressed send.

Elle's POV:

I sipped on my white chocolate mocha and smiled as the dark creamy goodness burned in my throat slightly. But not in the way that the pan burned my finger. It was more subtle. Coffee always made me feel better. I had long since given up on my scorched eggs and just walked from my apartment to the nearest Starbucks after changing into a simple grey hoodie, purple skinnies, and the first shoes I grabbed. It was currently 1:50 and I was just now eating. Terrific.