The Outcome Of Our Summer Love (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

21: The Irish Man

"Juliet?" Stan asks timidly. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah." I nod, putting the last dish into the washer. We walk past the bathroom and you could hear Louis belting out lyrics to The Fray while he was in the shower. "DON'T LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!" 

"SCREW OFF JULES!" Louis screams. I knew he was joking because he was laughing too. I giggle before following Stan out to the still muddy yard.

"What's up?" I chirp. 

"Juliet..." Stan trails off. He's nervous. Why is he nervous? "I never meant to stop talking to you." I direct my gaze to my shoes. "I was just scared." My blood was boiling. "I know that you aren't with Louis anymore. Can we try?"

"I have a boyfriend Stan and you lost your chance a h*ll of while ago." I snap.

"Who is it this time?!" Stan whines.

"Why do you need to know?!" I hiss. "This is my life! Not yours! So if you could stop trying to mess up my life, I would really appreciate it!"

"Well who is it?!" Stan shouts.

"Niall." I whisper.

"Are you kidding me?!" Stan yells. "You've already f*cked with 2/5 of One Direction?!" My jaw drops. I know they all heard that.

"You know what, I don't need this!" I push him away and begin heading back into the house. Stan grabs my arm. "Don't touch me! If you grab my arm again I will slap you!" I get to the top of the stairs of the back porch and he grabs my arm again but I don't follow my promise to slap him. "What do you want?!" When I turn around he snatches my neck and presses his lips to mine. I immediately pull away, letting my tears flow. I push through the people crowded around the open sliding door.

"You're such a slut, Juliet!" Stan calls after me as I run upstairs to my room.

*Louis' POV*

Niall races upstairs after Jule and everyone else stands around awkwardly. "Don't you call her a slut!" I shriek. The next thing I know my fist has collided with his face. Thank God the kids were already asleep. Stan stumbles backwards, wiping blood from his nose.

"That's what she is man, she's a slut." Stan says. "She's slept with you, Niall, next she's gonna be in the same bed with Liam, Zayn, or Harry! You know it's true!"

"You can't keep doing this to her!" I screech. "You can't keep messing up her life when she's perfectly happy! She doesn't like you! You can't keep pushing at her!"

"She's mine!" Stan bellows.

"This isn't just some pick and choose market! She isn't property! This is all we've fought about for the past three years! Open your eyes! Juliet is happy where she is!" I spat. "Get out!" 

"This is the beginning of a war Tomlinson." Stan mutters as he walks out, slamming the door behind him. I groan and run my hands through my hair, dropping to the floor.

I'm not sure how long I sat there mad for. It must have been a while. Eventually everyone stopped trying to get me off the ground. I didn't know what to do anymore. I haven't known what to do for a long time.

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*Niall's POV*

My eyes pop open to see a dim light shining through the window. I blink a few times so I can actually see my surroundings. Why am I in Juliet's room? I glance beside me to see Jules laying there. Dried tears were on her cheeks and there were some hanging off her eyelashes.

I slept with her.

A smile breaks onto my face. We never talked about sleeping in the same bed before but I think we both knew we weren't ready. This sure was a pleasant surprise. And my back doesn't hurt from sleeping on the couch! Huzza! Victory is mine!

"Someone getting a little too excited I see." Juliet's voice snaps me out of my happy dance.

"Did I wake you?" I ask.

"Nope." Juliet pops the 'p'. "I took a picture of you sleeping like a baby about ten minutes ago." She giggles. "Thank you for staying with me." I smile before pressing my lips to hers. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes!" I squeal.

"Only if you're a good boy." She jokes.

"I will, I promise." I reply in a baby voice. Jules laughs. She kisses me, climbs out of bed, and skips into the corridor.

I flop backwards, sinking into the blankets. I let out a happy sigh. She made me so happy. I don't think I've ever felt this before. I love it. I love her and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm gonna tell her that whether she says it back or not someday.

Someday. 

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*Juliet's POV* 

"Thank you for taking the twins this week." I hug Louis when he finishes buckling them into his car. I feel him smile against my head and he wraps his arms around me. "I really need to just think about all of this."

"Take your time Jule. I know you're stressed out. And I'll take them any time, you know that." Louis responds. "Just don't do anything stupid again."

"I won't." I laugh. "I promise." Louis pulls away. When he looks me straight in the eye I know he's serious.

"Cross your heart?" Louis asks. A smile cracks onto my face and I draw the little X over my heart. I hug him once more. He kisses my cheek then hops into the front seat. We wave as he backs out of the driveway.

"Alone now, are we?" Two arms snake around my waist.

"Yeah." I chuckle at his goofy grin. "You're an amazing person, you know that?"

"I'm not amazing Juliet." Niall shakes his head.

"Yes you are." I defend. "You're saving girls from killing themselves everyday and you don't even know it. I know what you can do Niall, why not do it for them?"

"I will." Niall agrees. I attach my lips to his and soon I find us snogging on the couch. Oh God. What is this Irish man doing to me?

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"Niall?" I whisper, tracing his bare chest with only my fingertips. My head was nuzzled into his neck and he had one of his arms around me.

"Hmm?" Niall hums.

"I love you." I murmur.

What can I say? Irish people are sexy.

We were all thinking it.

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