Extraordinary

Chapter 44: A Call

Three days and one night has gone by since Louis hasn’t called. Now I’m starting to worry.  

I’m starting to just worry in general, not only about Louis calling or anything going on with him on tour. I’m starting to tense up all the time like back in Uni when I was overloaded with schoolwork. But this was different, this was ridiculous drama that’s making me tense.

I was completely flabbergasted when Pat told me he was leaving tomorrow, technically today, since it was 2 in the morning. I’m trying to handle the tasks of staring at my phone and trying to keep my eyes open.  It wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep, I was trying not to sleep to wait for any call from Louis. Who knows where the hell he is right now, so the time difference matters and he could call me anytime.

What if he’s forgotten about me? Maybe he just forgot to call me. But what if he’s found someone else who’s prettier, more athletic, or normal? Maybe he’s just too busy with tour stuff. What if he forgot his phone charger or even his phone and hasn’t even made the effort to call me? But he said he had everything. Then again, that was him talking at 4 in the morning, he could’ve forgotten it. Maybe his phone is dead. But wouldn’t he try to call me? He said he would. I thought he said he would. Is this what every girlfriend of an international pop star feels like? Waiting and waiting and waiting for your boyfriend to call from his busy schedule?

I was swept out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I immediately answer it and sit up in bed, instantly feeling wide awake.

“Hello?” I say, hoping really bad that it’s Louis on the other side.

“Hi!” Louis high-pitch voice exclaims through the phone. I let out a small sigh of relief and smile.  It’s him, and he kept his promise of calling.  

“Hi Lou, how’s it going?” I ask.

“Lola I have to start out with saying that I’m really sorry that I couldn’t call sooner. We’ve literally been loaded with rehearsals and soundchecks and then of course concerts that tire you out and I tried calling you at the other airport but I was completely drained of energy and I’m just sorry,” He rushes out, sounding like he’s out of breath.

“Louis, it’s completely fine, I get it. And I’ve been busy too lately,”

“Really? What are you—wait. Lola what time is it?” He immediately asks.

“It doesn’t matter Louis, I really want to talk to you right now,” I admit. I didn’t care of the time now anyways, I was wide awake. I hear him sigh.

“Lola it’s like 2 in the morning there isn’t it? God damn it I forgot about the time differences, sorry. Don’t you need to sleep?” I let out a small laugh.

“Trust me Louis, I’m used to staying up this late. And you can call whenever you like because I love hearing your voice any time of the day,” Wow, I sound really cheesy at this time in the day.

“Alright,” he says wearily. “But I’ll call you in the morning so we have more time to talk and I won’t feel guilty calling,”

“Don’t ever feel guilty calling Louis, I’m always here to talk,” I say.

“Good, now what are you up to nowadays?” He asks. I talk to him about Chloe, stories from assistant coaching and anything else that’s been going on here. I leave out all details of visiting Pat and him leaving as well. He tells me about the crazy stories and fanatics of touring with the boys.  Turns out he was going a little bit of everywhere this tour, from the rest of Europe to certain parts of Asia. No wonder the tour is six months long, they’re practically travelling the entire world.

“Did you make it up with Pat?” He brings up. I sigh before answering, thinking of him taking off tomorrow.

“Yeah, we were able to talk again and everything’s fine between us. Completely drama-free, thank goodness,” I start to sound shaky in the end.

“Lola,” He says in an accusing manner. “What’s going on with him?” I bite my lip and sigh again.

“He made it Lou. He’s on the major league and he’s taking off tomorrow to compete for three months,” I don’t hear him respond for a while, so I take a bit to collect myself before I do something completely ridiculous like cry.

“That doesn’t mean you won’t,” He says. “And hey, don’t let that bring you down,”

“Two of my best friends are leaving Louis, and you’re one of them,”

“Well I’m hurt,” He says in a jokingly manner. I can picture him putting his hand over his chest. “I thought we were something more,”

“You are Lou,” I say with a small smile. “Trust me, you are,” I let a few moments of silence past between us.

“I miss you Lola,” He whispers shakily through the phone. “I miss your laugh and cuddles and cliché vampire movies,” I laugh.

“Just like that,” I can hear him smile through the phone.

“I miss you too Louis. And hey, don’t dish Twilight,” I hear him laugh.

“Have you watched all of them?” He asks. I nod.

“Yep, multiple times,”

“Oh God, I have a girlfriend with such cliché movie tastes. No wonder you enjoy all those romantic comedies I used to take you to,”

“Hey, it’s a nice gesture,” I say. “It’s different without you here too. Much quieter actually,”

“Oh love, you better not be crying right now,” He jokes. But really, I was on the verge of tears.

“I’m not, I just have this sort of empty feeling here now,”

“In a way, me too,” He says. “But you better not turn into Bella because I’m gone,”

“I won’t, promise. And you better not turn yourself into the volturi if I disappear,”

“Babe, I’m pretty sure that applies to vampires,” He laughs.

“Yeah, I know,”

“Well,” He starts. “I better let you get some sleep. We’ve got a show in a few hours and I finally got a break from rehearsals to call you,”

“I’m glad you did,” I say honestly. “You better get back to it then,”

“Okay, I love you,” I take a few moments before I finally say it back.

“I love you too,”

God it feels weird to say that to someone who isn’t related to me.  I used to wonder why people would just say it to them and why it was so hard to say it. But I still feel terrified to say that I’m in love with Louis. I felt like I was, but I was too scared to say it to him, even over the phone.

I wonder too many things about love, like why kisses were called kisses and why they’re done that way. Why every kiss starts to feel like the first.  Why some boys like to kiss on the first date. Why I feel a bit of emptiness inside of me when I knew Louis was somewhere halfway around the world. Why I felt completely nothing and not a bit of sadness when Pat was leaving tomorrow.

Let me just say, love is complicated. But maybe that’s a good thing, and maybe that's why it's called love. 

Yeah, love is weird. 

A.N.: Love my Loula moments, I ship it! Hope you enjoyed it, and now I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted so may the odds be ever in your favor until the next update! :D-CookieKrumm