The way she Laughs (Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

An Unexpected vistor.

Dedicated, once again to WhenUCMeMakeAWish Jinglefrog budddy! Or, As you guys like to call her… Molly!

X Gwen

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He found me.

These words, thought, send a chill down my spine.

Because Louis will do everything he can to get me back, I ko him well enough to say so.

I look down at the single red rose at my feet.

Unless…?

Unless they’re not for me, But for Juliet, from Sam.

Maybe, Hopefully, that is the case.

Because I don’t want to go back there.

I tried to forget it, Really, I did. But I keep having nightmares, dreams, about it. Each one I wake up crying.

Time to move on.

“Molly?” Juliet asks, coming over and sitting next to me. “Are you ok?”

I nod and then decide to be honest so I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”

“What can I do to change that?” Juliet asked.

“You can’t do anything. I’m going for a walk.” I jump up from the coach.

Juliet grabs my arm. “Just don’t… Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

“I won’t. Don’t worry, I still have SOME sense left in me.” I say with a smile, I grab my keys and put them in the pockets of my jeans. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Ok.” Juliet calls. “I’m going to time you!”

I laugh. “You do that.” And close the door. It’s cold outside, and suddenly I wish I had a scarf and mittens, because it’s freezing. I shiver and rub my hands together, taking my notepad out of my pocket and began to sketch some snowflakes. I frown and scribble it out, it doesn’t fit. It doesn’t seem right.

I cross the road to a small park, and put my  notepad in my pockets, I can’t be bothered to draw right now. I just want to think and think and think until I think my brains out. I spot a white flower and bend down to sniff it, It’s so lovely and delicate that I smile, and then suddenly I freeze. A black and gold thing. A bee. Crap. I let out a high pitch scream and turn around, my eyes closed.

I bump into something, someone else. It’s probably just another random stranger but I wrap my hands around their neck, needing the support. I’m allergic to bee’s, as in deathly allergic, as in I will die if a bee stings me.

I open my eyes and move my face away from their shoulder. Suddenly another face is inches away from mine. A face with brown hair, a smile and gorgeous eyes. Louis. Our noses are touching, that’s how close we are and I can smell the mint on his breathe.

“Molly?” He asks. I unwrap my hands from around his neck and turn away.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.” I say, looking away. I don’t have to be a genius to tell that his face fell.

“Molly, Why did you leave?” He asks softly.

“I tried to get over it.” I say, looking at him. “But I can’t.”

“Molly, I swear.. I had nothing to do with it.” He said earnestly.

“You’ve said that a million times and-“

“And it’s true, Molly, I swear I would never do anything to hurt you!” He grabs me by my shoulders. “I wouldn’t do that.”

I gulp. Our faces are really close. “I just need time to think about-“

“I’ve given you three years!” His voice cracks. “I don’t think I can give you any more time!”

“Except while I’ve been thinking, You’ve been dating Katherine Campbell.”

He winces. “She was just a-“

“Fling?” I say angrily.

He bites his lip. “It was all for publicity.”

“Oh sure, Sure!” I say, knocking his hands of me.

“Molly, Listen to me.” He pleads. “Please, I… You mean so much to me.”

“How unfortunate for you.” I turn around and begin to walk away from him.

“Molly Redwin!” He shouts. “You listen to me!”

“Why?” I say angrily, turning towards him.  “So I can listen to you tell me again about how it was all a mistake, How it wasn’t you’re fault.”

He runs his hands through his hair. “I love you so much. Please. Please come back to me.”

I wince. “You see somehow, I don’t believe you.”

He clenches his jaw. “i-“

I turn away and walk away from him, away from the past, away from broken promises and broken hearts away from everything we were supposed to have and everything we didn’t. I stomp and I curse and I hear his voice calling me back, pleading but I don’t. I don’t run into his arms and I can’t look back.

Even though a small, miniature, tiny part wants to.

 I just walk on, ignoring him and ignoring everything else.

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Molly really has changed, She can walk away from Louis now. She’s independent… Awww! Does anyone else feel proud?

X Gwen