A/N UGH I SUCK! it's been so long since i updated! but i had so much work and soooo much field hockey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but now, HURRICAN SANDY IS IN DA HOUSE! so i dont have school today, tomorrow, and maybe on wednesday too! thank you to all of the people who fanned me, added this story to their reading list, or read it alone! it makes me sooooo happy!!!
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Its almost been three weeks since the VMA’s. Since “that time Lou and I did the nasty” (or at least that’s what the guys are calling the little incident). I haven’t spoken to Louis since that night!
As far as I know, he still doesn’t know it was me!
I’ve been living with Harry and all of the boys, and Dani of course, are respecting my decision to create a little distance between Lou and myself before I see him.
The reporters have only gotten worse and I cant turn on the T.V. without hearing the voice of Harry’s stupid ex-girlfriend, Caroline Flack, telling the world that i'm either preggers or secretly married to Harry.
But overall, I had healed. I no longer cried, I wasn’t sore anymore, but I was still hurting inside.
My day now went like this:
Wake up and go to rehearsals for the show or a shoot. Oh, did I forget to mention I was an angel? Well, a Victoria’s Secret angel. Well, I am. And with the show coming up, my days are mostly filled with me prancing around shoots, stores, and fittings in my underwear.
Then I would hang out with Dani, Zayn, or some of the other angels. Usually we go shopping, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then maybe I would get some food with Niall (I’m trying to get him to eat healthier).
I could never forget my “gym dates” with Liam.
And I would end my day by going home to cuddle and watch a movie with my best friend, and maybe Stan and Kath would come over.
Then my day ended but not before I sat on my bed and contemplated calling him. I would stare at the name he put in my phone so long ago. “LouBear will always be my Boobear”. Then when I thought I could call him, I would look at the description he put in about himself so long ago. “Loubie is my main Boobie”. I’d laugh, then cry until Harry or Stan came in and comforted me.
So maybe I hadn’t stopped crying.
But there you go. That’s my normal day.
My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing.
Incoming call from: LouBear will always be my Boobear”
I reluctantly picked up, regretting it the second I hit “accept”
“Babe, that tattoo was the only thing I remember. And I know only one person with a bow on their ribcage. I think we should talk.”
My heart stopped.
He knew this whole time.
“No you knew how much it meant to me, Lou!”
“We were wasted! It wasn’t my fault-“
“WHY HAS IT BEEN THREE WEEKS? YOU KNEW YOU SLEPT WITH ME THREE WEEKS AGO AND YOU ONLY BOTHER CALLING ME NOW? DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING ME EVERY NIGHT LIKE I THOUGHT ABOUT CALLING YOU”
I was yelling now. Half way through my rant, I felt strong and familiar arms circling my waist and I leant back into the curly boy’s chest. Sobs shaking my body, my voice cracking.
“I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU EVERY NIGHT! I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!”
“Every second?” my voice now resembling one of a five year old.
“Every single solitary second” his mimicking the same tone.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Juliette, just come over. I need to tell you something”
And with that he hung up.
He called me Juliette.
He NEVER calls me Juliette.
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