The Tommos (3)

The return

Louis’ P.O.V

Home sweet home, and this time for good, we were sticking around town for at least a few months unless Liam has any spectacular ideas rolled up his sleeves. I was grateful for another break, although the tour wasn’t the greatest or the longest, we had promised to be back later in the year which I think the fans appreciated. I felt bad for postponing the first few concerts though.

I kissed my girl as soon as I saw her in the airport. She looked around embarrassed as to who may be seeing her but I didn’t care. I wanted to kiss her and so I did. There were fans sectioned off behind tape, with security guards holding them back. Everyone had at least one person to greet them home except for Niall, his wife was at home with the baby and considering the fact that he only saw her about two days ago I knew he wasn’t worried. It was probably safer for the baby to stay at home anyway. Speaking of babies, I noticed that they and Rebecca were nowhere in sight!

“Harry!” A few girls screamed out to him, I saw him turn and lift his arms high in the air causing them all to scream. His sister who’d drove out here just to see him shook her head and took his suitcase from him.

“You can tell why he’s the famous one.” I muttered under my breath. Liam was the only one who heard me and although he pretended he hadn’t you could see the cheeky smirk he was hiding.

“Liam Payne.” Jay suddenly growled, I took a step back avoiding the confrontation as best I could. I knew this would happen but I had no idea she would do it so publicly.

“Jasmina Tomlinson.” He stood proud as he mimicked her seriousness.

“Don’t you be smart with me mister.” She folded her arms across her breasty chest.

He started to laugh meanwhile I was thinking to myself ‘Your funeral mate’

“I’ll talk to you later, you’d better be expecting it.” She turned back to face me and I couldn’t help but notice the small frown on her forehead.

“Let’s go home.” She grumbled.

“Just wait, I have to go do one thing first.” I kissed her forehead and ran over to Harry and the fans.

“Waaay heeey!” I hollered, totally photo bombing Harry and some girls.

“Louis, can we have a photo?” Some girls asked, I shook my head, but quickly told them I was only joking.

“Course you can silly.” I quickly posed in what felt like 100 photos, and soon Harry and I left them all waving like maniacs.

Zayn was still chatting to some of the girls when we decided we’d like to go home instead.

“Later Zayn!” I called trying to be cool. I may be old but I definately do not feel it.

“You are a goose.” Jay told me while we all walked down towards the car.