Just An Act (a Louis Tomlinson love story)

9. Waiting

Ok, I lied. I'm sorry. I know I said I would update twice yesterday but it took me a while to write the chapter cuzza writer's block and distractions. I'm sorry. BUT I finally wrote the chappie. I would say imma upload again today, cuz I intend to, but if I can't, I don't wanna lie again like yesterday, so all I'm gonna say is maybe I will. 

I'm dedicating this chapter to no_jimmy_protested55 cuz she fanned and left sweet comments. Lol... So yeah. I'm at 350-ish reads, idk but thanks for that guys.

UGH I'm out of popcorn and goldfish and countrytime lemonade, I have countrytime strawberry lemonade, but that's not good enough. I need to go to the store. I'm dying here.

^^Thought that was necessary information lol... Also. Round 2 of the @1DFanFicAwards is starting tomorrow. Won't you vote for me?

ANYWAYS stay thoughtful my brooding fudgekins (not necessarily).

P.S. MADDENING IS A WORD, RIGHT?

Louis’ POV

So she had to go the Brian’s house. I wanted to give him a bloody nose. Lulu didn’t deserve all the pain he put her through. She didn’t deserve one bit of it. Why did he torture her anyways? Was he so sick that he didn’t even have a specific reason?

Later that day, I tried to ask if I could come with her, but she immediately said no and refused to even talk to me about it.

The rest of the day rolled on, the only really interesting point of the day was that Lulu brought out her laptop. She let us mess around on it, under constant supervision of course.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Lulu woke me the next morning. I groaned and opened my eyes to slits, just to check the time. 8:45 am, a beastly time.

“Why so early?” I muttered. She sat down next to me on the bed.

“So there aren’t as many people out,” she shrugged. I groaned and pulled myself up to a sitting position.

“Maybe,” I sighed.

“Please?”

“Why?”

“I want to go out on a walk with you,” she smiled. “Please? Pretty please?” she begged.

“Only if you,” I couldn’t help but grin, “kiss me first.”

She rolled her eyes. “So demanding,” she muttered, but leaned in, pressing her lips gently to mine. I slid my arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around my neck, and for a while, we just sat there, snogging passionately.

She tasted like peppermint, but unfortunately for her I still had morning breath. Oh well. A kiss was a kiss. And she made it particularly sweet.

Finally, she pulled away and I groaned.

“No more?” I pouted.

“Nope,” she smirked. “Let’s eat something,” she tugged on my arm and I slowly got out of bed, purposely not bothering to throw on a shirt before following her downstairs.

***

“I missed you,” Lulu whispered to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. It made it extremely awkward, as we were both walking.

“Me too,” I whispered back, and tried my best to walk in sync with her. Random people walking on the sidewalk shot us odd looks, but who were we to care?

For once, I didn’t have to worry about paparazzi talking pictures, fans asking for autographs, or getting mobbed. The circumstances weren’t too great, but it felt amazing not having to worry about that. Almost blissful.