A Rose Is Delicate (Sequel to Hey There Delilah [Louis Tomlinson Love Story])

You need trust

~Delilahs POV~

"Oh gosh not that photo!" I said laughing as Jay showed a photo of me and Louis taking a bath together when we were 1.

"LILAH?!" Louis called from his room.

"I'll be right back Jay!" I grinned at her. She smiled and gave me a nod. I ran up the stairs to find him sitting on his old bed.

"Yeyus?!" I asked him, in a really wierd voice. He started to laugh and I joined in.

"Okay...and I'm taking you out tonight, dress fancy!" He said grinning.

"Wh-" I was cut off. God dammit.

"Nope!" He said pecking my lips and leaving. Wait. Fancy. Oh my god, he was going to propose tonight. I started to feel queasy. Yes I wanted to marry him, but I'm so nervous. I ran over to my suitcase and pulled out the fancy dress that I had brought along with my black heels. The dress was a light blue strapless, with a silver band around the waist. It was a layered dress so it could poof. (Photo on side). It was already five so I started to get ready. I slightly waved my hair and evened it out over my shoulders. I used some natural makeup and sprayed on my PINK perfume from Victoria's Secret. By the time I had finished it was seven so I walked down the stairs. All the girls were there and gasped when they saw me. Jay started to tear up and snapped a photo of me. Louis came out in a tux, and I could see his suspenders. This is it. I think he was about to propose.

~Jay's POV~

I think he was about to ask, but since we got home he wouldn't show us the ring and was glum. Hmm...

Oh my god.

He lost it.

"Louis, can I talk to you dear?" I asked my son nicely.

"Sure mum!" He said and we walked to the kitchen.

"Okay. Can I see the ring one last time? I mean, your obviously about to pop the question." I said. My motherly instincts were popping. He sighed

"I lost the ring running from the fans." He mumbled. I flicked him in the ear.

"Then why are you doing this? By the looks of her she thinks something might happen, she probably doesn't know what, but something! Why would you dissapointed her like this?" I whisper shouted at him.

"I'm sorry mum. But I have a date to go to." He said leaving.

He is about to majorly fuck up.

~Delilahs POV~

This is amazing!" I said as we walked in. It was a five star French restaurant, that he rented out. He smiled down at me and grabbed my hand. He led me to a special table with candles and food already there. Spaghetti, one of my favorites. And it wasn't too much of smuthering me on a date either, it was perfect. Perfect way to propose.

We ate in silence, just enjoying the food and each others company. When we finished we simply walked out and went back to the limo.

"Did you like our date?" He asked. I gave him a fake smile and nodded. He grinned back. Why didn't he ask? The date is over. Come on Del, grow some balls and ask him.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" I simply said. He looked taken aback.

"What?" He said. He searched my eyes.

"I heard you tell your mum about wanting to propose then later on you ominously left, coming back without showing anybody what it was. Do you not want to marry me?" I said, trying not to cry.

"Wait, you eavesdropped on me?!" He said, raising his voice a bit. I nodded. "Delilah I trusted you, and you eavesdrop on my conversations? What do you read my texts too?" He asked, angrily.

"No I don't! And your one to talk you eavesdrop on me all the time!" I said back. Raising my voice too.

"I trusted you Delilah! And to have a relationship with someone, you need to have trust!" He said. We were almost screaming at eachother now.

"Fine. Then I guess we don't have a relationship." I said quietly. His eyes filled with hurt.

"Del don't do th-" I cut him off.

"Stop the car." I told the driver. He swirled over. I unbuckled and opened the door.

"No! Del please, I'm so sorry I love you so much!" I said grabbing my arm.

"Goodbye Louis." I said yanking my arm away and shutting the door. The driver sped off much to his loud protests. I started to walk and tear up. I just let go of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I took out my phone from my bag. I dialed the number etched into my head.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Mommy? I need you to come get me."