Ghosts From Your Past -Lou Tomlinson FanFic

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday

-Aubrey's Perspective

I woke up to the blareing of my alarm clock screaming One Night by Ed Sheeran. I turned off the alarm and got out of bed opening the curtains. It was six am, but the snow covering the streets was evident. I smiled to myself. "Another White Christmas, aye BooBear?" I said quietly as the little chestnut colored pup looked up at me from his bed, his tail wagging slightly. I smiled at him and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair ripped but not shredded, they keep me warm...ish, blue jeans, a navy blue long sleeve vneck, and a white tank top underneath. I headed to my bathroom glancing over at BooBear, who had gone back to sleep. I got into my shower, playing Wonderwall by Oasis. I just let the water run over me as I thought about things. It was Christmas Eve, but since moms passing I had no one to visit or give a gift too, well that wasn't completely true. I had Jamie. Jamie was a co-worker of mine who had become very good friends with me. One problem is that she had gone on a trip to visit family in America for the holidays and wouldn't be back untill after new years. I sighed and started washing myself trying to clear my head.

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I stepped out of the shower and got dressed, then dried my hair. I stepped out and noticed Boo wasn't in his bed anymore. "BooBear?" I questioned still drying my hair with the towel. I hear the rattle of his harness as he came out of the kitchen with his leash. I chuckled to myself as I finished drying my hair. "Anything for you Boo. Go find your boots." I told him and he dropped his leash and scampered off. For a pup he was pretty smart! I grabbed a black beanie and slipped it over my head. I grabbed my coat, slidding it on and next was my UGG boots. By the time I had on my gloves the little bear had nudged his blue snow boots over. I laughed lightly at his cuteness. I put on his tiny coat, then his boots, then his little hat, then his leash. Yes, I spoil my pup! He looked up at me. The good thing is that he doesn't mind the spoilage. He actually enjoys it! I smiled back at him grabbing my keys and heading out of my flat. Once down the third flight of stairs we were out and in the soft, cruchy, snow. I took a breath of fresh air and sighed. Boo started pulling so I started his usuall morning walk. We walked around for about twelve blocks. We came to a nice little park and I thought I would take BooBear to it as a treat. We walked up to the park and I walked him along the little walkway that was covered in snow. I hummed to myself as Boo walked around, enjoying himself. When we had covered the entire park we decided to head home. After the three flights, we reached the warmth of my flat and I checked the time seeing it had only been an hour. I took off my boots, beanine, coat and gloves, and proceeded to take off Boo's gear. I sat down on my bed and Boo sat at my feet. I opened my drawer and pulled out a photo of myself and my childhood best friend. We sat on the edge of a fountain, arms around each others shoulders. He was in a white crew neck and red shorts with tennis shoes. I wore a blue and white stripped shirt and jean shorts. We had to be like six. I smiled at the picture reliving the memory. Best Friends Forever. Funny how forever can end so suddenly. I put the picture back into the drawer and blinked my eyes. I've got five hours untill my shift starts. Lovely right? I have to work nights on Christmas Eve... in a pub... as the waitress. Just Lovely. I sighed and grabbed my journal. I opened it up to a page with a few quotes and grabbed a pen. 'Some people bottle feelings, keep them locked inside. People say wear your heart on your sleeve let people know your feelings. I have a heart and a sleeve but not what you think. You wear your heart on your sleeve, I wear mine on paper and walls.. Memories- my mind, My Heart- Open' I signed another little verse with 'Lynn' and close my journal. The clock read 7:25. I groaned and lay back on my bed, thoughts once again swarm my already crowded brain. WAIT! It was Christmas Eve! Meaning it was another day too! December 24th! A very important day in my past and not becuase it was when Santa came. It was a day for a friend. A best friend. I frowned. A used to be best friend. My eyes flickered to my dresser drawer but I dare not open it. I didn't want to deal with that now! My mom had passed two weeks before my twentieth birthday, I have to work on Christmas Eve in a pub where there will bound to be drunken perverts tonight, and it was the twenty-fourth, a day that had once brought me and someone great joy but now it just hurts my heart. I'm bound to run into him today. I mean its his day after all. The birthday of the one and only Louis William Tomlinson. My childhood best friend.