Look After You.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Reunion.

Hey! Amber, how dare you leave me with that? You little -

Never mind!

I'm sorry ive been neglecting the story. If u read my fan message it explains why. Because my partner Amber has disappeared and we're all worried. I intend on taking over the story while shes gone but it wont be as good without her

Anyway, enjoy the chapter! Which, I warn you, won't be easy to do since it will suck!

Lana :)

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Reunion.

Victoire:

I caught glimpse of someone's face outside Lana's window. While Louis was engaged in a conversation with Madame Hart, I chewed my lip. What was Simon Cowell doing here? Had he come to chew me out? Oh, mon Dieu. Imagine the bad publicity! Julieta would probably fire me.

"Louis," I clutched his arm. "I think that we should go. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Madame Hart. Au revoir," I dragged him out the front door.

"Vicky - toire! I mean, Victoire. What's up? What's the rush?"

"I feel 'omesick. I want Julieta. Can we go home, s'il vous plait?" I smiled sweetly. He smiled back.

"Erm...since it seems Lana doesn't want to see me at the moment," he winced. "I guess we'll have to. Here, take Shauna's keys." He passed me them from his pocket.

I went to wait in the car. Which, luckily had tinted windows.

"Oh my God!" Louis gasped. I peered out. "Boys! Simon!"

"We've come with news," Simon informed. I slid down further into the seat, but still strained my ears.

Amber:

"Which is?" I prompted. Lana was upstairs, curled up with a hot cocoa and a copy of The Merchant of Venice. I had shoved her upstairs as soon as I'd seen Louis was with Simon and the boys. She has barely protested, which was a first, I must say.

"Amber," choked a voice. I peeped around Simon's tall figure to see Zayn smiling happily. I gasped.

"Zayn!" I squealed, throwing myself into his arms. He hugged me tightly, kissing my hair.

"Keep the Zamber off for a sec, Zayn," Liam advised. "Let Amber hear the news. Wait -"

"Where's L?" Harry injected. Louis' ears perked up.

"Leave Lana alone," I said, firmly. "I'm quite certain she has no desire to lay eyes on you, Louis."

"Actually," came a voice. "I do."

Lana:

"Standing in the Hall of Fame!

And the worlds gonna know your name..."

"Hello?" I said into my phone. Who was this?

"Lana," came a smooth voice. "Zis is Victoire."

I gasped sharply. What the hell is happening? Why is Victoire Grimaldi of all people calling me?

"You might be wondering why I'm calling," She said thickly. I was too stunned to reply, so she continued.

"Lana, I want you to know - je suis desolé."

"You're sorry?" I gawked. "What - why?"

"I 'ave a heart, Lana," She sighed. "Although you may not believe it. When I saw Louis...look so devastated...it kind of - what is ze phrase? Tugged at my liverstrings."

I chuckled. "Heartstrings."

"Zat. And also, it is too much work to be Louis' 'girlfriend'. All ze paparazzi! And the fear of bad publicity - not to mention Monsieur Cowell! Ooh, 'e is scary!"

I snorted. "Tell me about it."

"And this morning, when Louis was talking as a couple - zat was me. I asked him to do zat. So I wouldn't 'ave to apologise.

"Besides, if you weren't Louis' girlfriend, I wouldn't have any competition!"

I smiled. "Thanks, Victoire. You'll actually being really cool."

She laughed a tinkly laugh. "Oh, ma cherie. Anyway, there is still Savannah. And I'd bet she has a few friends that would like some Louis."

I laughed again. "Starting now, back to enemies."

"You 'ave a deal."

I hung up. But somehow, I had a feeling Victoire wasn't really my enemy any more.

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"Actually," I said loudly. "I do."

Amber whipped around. "Lana?"

I smiled at her. "Hey, Ambi," I grinned.

"Hello, Miss Hart," Simon raised his eyebrows as he took in my rushed outfit of stripy pyjama bottoms and my favourite off the shoulder Abercrombie top.

"Hello, Simon," I smiled cheerily. "How have you been?Good since you booted me off tour?"

He coughed awkwardly. "Yes, Miss Hart. I wanted to talk to you about that...er, issue. That concerns you also, Miss Perez."

"You bet it does," Amber said, standing upright.

"Anyway, I'd like to show you this," He rooted around in his inside breast pocket and pulled out a magazine.

JE SUIS DESOLÉ was plastered across the headline box of a tabloid. Amber snatched the magazine from his hand and started rooting through it.

Amber:

Today, the 15th of June 2012, Miss Victoire (Victoria) Grimaldi has said repeatedly into every camera she could find: "I'm sorry! Lana is Louis' real girlfriend - c'est pas moi. It is my fault! They should go back on tour. All I want to do now it go home. Savannah and I can continue modelling."

So! It looks like we might be seeing Miss Lana and Miss Amber on the Up All Night Tour 2012 again! And what we thought was LouToire was really LouLa after all!

You heard it here at The Goss.

Written by Delia James.

Lana laughed softly as she read over my shoulder. My head was spinning.

"What bull," I muttered to her.

"No," She murmured. "Vicky's sincere."

VICKY?!

"Did you hit your head on the way down?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Tell you later," She said. I shifted my weight to my left leg and handed the tabloid back to Simon.

"Girls," Simon said. "I - we - would like you to rejoin Tour."

I looked at Lana.

She looked at me.

I looked at Zayn, who looked at Louis.

And Louis looked back at Lana.

"Yes," We said in unison.

I didn't notice anything else, because Zayn's lips crashed to mine.

Told it would suck! And it's short. And it was a little cliché, what with the mean girl gone nice and all but I was tired.

Sorry!

Lana :)