the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 18 -- A New Hello

HEY GIRLS! Thank you so much for reading this story!!! So I'm been battling writer's block (it is a horrible disease that authors get many times) and I have been trying to this part of this story without a horrible transistion. 

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Chapter 18

After cleaning the huge mess, we actually ended up with some good carrot cake and some breakfast for dinner. Delicious, right?

“This is really good,” Louis exclaimed when he bit into the muffin.

“Sure! You don’t have to say that seriously. I know that they aren’t the best.” I fought back.

“If it’s my Elizabeth that made them, then it is the best in the world.” He stood up from his seat and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.

I smiled. “Lou, you never really told me in detail about why One Direction broke up.”

“Liz, it’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” He smile disappeared.

“But, I want to know. Please, Lou. Tell me.” I begged.

He sighed. “What do you want to know, babe.”

“What happened. Was it because of me?”

“No! Don’t say that! It was never your fault! I ruined it by myself!”

“Louis William Tomlinson. It’s my fault.”

“No. No. No.” he shook his head, making his hair go back and forth, then landing perfectly where it was before, “Let me explain. I know that day at the hotel, I explained it really vaguely but what really happened was that I lost focus. That performance at the palace with the Queen was completely rubbish. And I ruined it. They said my voice wasn’t strong. My solo sucked ass. I knew I was going to get kicked out anyways. Remember I wrote a song called “Stand Up”? Yeah, the boys thought it wasn’t gonna make it to the charts. So I kinda lost focus from there on. Zayn and Niall agreed, although Liam and Harry were hesitant about letting me go. I made the last decision to go. It was never your fault. I just stopped believing in myself that’s all. Elizabeth, you are my life. I will never let you go. Never. Look, I’m gonna have to sleep this off. I love you.”

“Wait, Louis.” I walked over and pulled his lips to mine. After a few seconds, I broke it off and hugged him. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and my arms wrapped around his neck. “Go to sleep. It’s been a long day. Good night, babe.”

“Thanks, Lizzy. I love you.”

“I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU IF YOU CALL ME LIZZY AGAIN!” He walked away smirking and I kicked his butt.

LOUIS POVV!!!

I laughed as Liz kicked my butt as I walked upstair to my room. I quickly took a hot shower and settled in some flannel sweats. I went to sleep fairly quickly dreaming my ass off.

“I do.” She said.

“I do.” I replied.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Said the pastor.

I leaned down, kiss her, cupping her cheeks in my hands. I felt a tear drop from her eyes and I wiped them away.

“Please welcome Mr. Louis and Elizabeth Tomlinson!”

I was pretty sure this was a dream because I was only dating Liz for about days and also, the people were throwing baby carrots at us as we walked down the stairs to the church. Talk about marriage. To be honest, I wanted to be in that position one day. Marrying the girl of my dreams. The only girl that really fits that “girl of my dream” would be Elizabeth. I knew I was going to marry her one day. I had to. You can’t mess this up, Louis Tomlinson. But I was smiling my ass off.

ELIZABETH POVV

I finished washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen and it was already past midnight. Oh gosh, am I knackered! I walked into the room with the king sized bed and Louis was snoring quickly, signaling he was asleep. I took a shower changing into some flannel shorts and a pink tank top. Louis’ phone was beside his side of the bed and I decided to make a special call.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I scroll down his contacts list until I found his name. Harry.

I used my phone to call his number (which was fairly long) so he wouldn’t suspect Louis was calling him.

I dialed and he answered.

“Hello?” he said in a groggy voice.

“Hi, is this Harry Styles?” I asked.