Louis POV
Woah.
What the hell happened last night?
The last thing I remember was being dared to take body shots off of some girl.
I also remember that I slept with someone. I may have been totally shitfaced but I know that whoever she was, it was definitely the best sex I have ever had. I don’t know why though? I cant believe I’m saying this because I’m probably never gonna see this girl again, but I felt… close to her. Like close in a way that I have never felt before.
I rolled over and looked at my Iphone. 9 A.M. too early but I cant fall back asleep so I decided to get up, put clothes on, and visit Stan! I walked up to his door only to see a sticky note:
Lou, too hung over. Go be peppy somewhere else. Xoxo Stan
They both ended their notes in with xoxo. He was just like Juliette in that way. But his were plain print. Hers were beautifully written in script. Beautiful.
Just like her.
She was probably at Harry’s. I know shes really falling for him and it just breaks me.
Why cant everyone just know that I, Louis Tomlinson, has been fucking in love with the same person since age nine.
That person was Juliette Lucas.
I sat on the couch, face down, trying to remember anything about the girl from last night. She could be the key to getting over my best friend.
But I only remembered one thing. A tattoo. Right the side of her ribs but I couldn’t tell what is was. I closed my eyes trying to vision the inking. All I could make out was a little shape.
A bow.
Oh my god. A bow.
Immediately the only thing I could think of was what I took from her.
She said she wouldn’t do it unless it was with someone she loved who felt the same thing for her. One thing wrong with that sentence.
She will never get her virginity back. Shit.
I slept with the girl I have been in love with for so long.
I took my best friend’s virginity.
I only knew of one person with a bow tattoo on the side of their ribs.
I had sex with Juliette Lucas.
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No matter who I'm with (A One Direction Fanfic)
FanfictionJuliette Lucas, an NYC native was uprooted from her home at just the tender age of 7, but little did she know, her parents couldn't have made a better decision. As she grows up, she learns the difference between real and fake. Will a reputation from...
