I bounded around the room, going to every station. Lord were Harry and Lou slow! "Louis, you've got to keep up!" I shouted, running to the face painting station. I heard a loud bell ring, and I slowed to a stop. Boo, it was over. I missed having physical exercise.
I suddenly felt two arms around me, and I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I screamed with laughter, looking over to see it was Louis. "LET ME DOWN, LOUIS!" I yelled over all the laughter.
"No!," He said, a smile in his voice. "Training's over! You're hanging out with me now!"
"NEVER!" I joked, squirming in his arms.
"I'LL SPIN YOU AROUND--" Oh shit, he better not! He knew my weaknesses. "No! Louis, okay, I'll hang out!" I said, giggling. As soon as he let go of my waist I sprinted away, running around the training area. I laughed as I saw Greg shoot me a dirty look, but I ignored it. I was being closely pursued by the dangerous animal, the loubear. I laughed at my own joke, before Louis caught me and threw me over his strong shoulder again.
"Will you stop running?" He asked, still laughing. My chest was burning from trying to run so fast, definetely not. I took a couple deep breaths before saying "Alright, I'm wore out. I'm done. I won't run anymore." He looked pretty satified.
He took me off his shoulder and set me down, spinning me around to face him. God, he was beautiful. He was staring straight into my eyes, and I was staring into his. It was the perfect moment. I could stay like this forever. But there was a question I was itching to ask.
"Can I ask you a question, Louis?" I said, looking down. "Uh, sure," He said, looking confused. "What's going on between you are Harry?" I said, looking into his eyes again. I could always tell if he was lying or not. "Nothing" He said quickly, turning his head away from me. He knew I could tell.
"You're lying" It was more of a fact than a statement. I took my finger under his chin and turned his head to face me. "Seriously," I said, looking at him in the eyes. "What's up?" I knew something was wrong. He was missing the sparkle in those pretty blue eyes.
"Remember when you wrote in that next to last letter that you loved me?" He said quickly. I froze. I did remember, but I can't believe he did. "Yeah" I said quietly. It hit me then-- I did love him, Louis Tomlinson. "And how you wished you could be with me?" He continued. I nodded slightly. "Yes, Louis."
"I secretly wanted the same,"What?"It was that life sucked for me or anything, its just I wanted to get away from it all. Live under a different standard of living. I'm not always sassy. I just wanted to get away." I took this in for a moment. "But what does that have to do with Harry?" I asked. It made no sense. Harry was a nice enough guy.
"I've been jealous" He said in a rush. "What?" I asked, dazed.
"I'm Jealous of Harry. He has this thing over ladies that I don't possess. I acted the way I did because I didn't want you to be with him." Is he saying he liked me? Me, out of all people?
Then I started laughing. I frown crossed his face, so I immediately stopped. He thought I liked Harry? He was a bit of a charmer, but.. "Whats so funny?" He asked, looking dissapointed.
"The fact that you thought Harry would get me. Look, Louis, Harry's nice, but he's a handful. I just don't like him like that," Or I didn't think I did... "When I said I loved you," I took a deep breathe. "I meant it."
His eyes immediately sparkled. The butterflies were so overwhelming, I was woozy.
And then he started leaning in...
I had never had my first kiss, no matter how many times guys had tried. I shut my eyes, afraid of the turn out. Just go with it.. I told myself-
"HEY GUYS!" I flinched. I knew who it was, of course. In a way I was thankful to Harry, I wasn't ready yet. Not for my first kiss. It was too unexpected. I looked over to Louis and gave him a look of sympathy, but he looked pissed.
Oh, great. Another reason why they can hate each other.
