Don't Look Back - Louis Tomlinson

Restless Sleep.

Louis.

December 1st, 2013. 1:53pm.

The lads and I have been super busy the past few days and saying I'm tired would be the biggest understatement of the year. Every night before I fall asleep, my mind Automatically drifts off and begins to think about Megan. I can recall the smell of her candy-like perfume and it lingers in my mind for hours on end. The feel of her soft delicate hands in mine, just briefly though, felt comforting...it was like a gazillion little ants, who didn't bite, were crawling upon my skin and an entire fucking symphony was playing inside my stomach passionately. Then all at once I began to feel the anger within me arise and be released with each passing moment.

Yeah, I meet lots of beautiful girls, but to be quite honest I forget them over the course of a few days. And that morning I met Megan...everything felt different instantaneously. I was myself and I didn't even notice it at the time. Usually I'd put on a smile and sign stuff and receive plenty of kind compliments, but she didn't know who I was..or she acted like she didn't anyways. I was just another guy to her and it was kind of refreshing to my mind, you know? The aura of Megan feels different, but its a good different of course. Her big honey coloured eyes were soo captivating! I would stare into them all day if she'd allow me to. I know they're filled with her deepest darkest secrets and I hope that one day she'll trust me enough to want to spill them all to me.

This is the part that gets me feeling down every time though: I didn't get her number. I didn't get her damn number! How did I let her walk out of there? I had the chance and I blew it. I might be overreacting because she probably doesn't even remember me, but I'm not sure what to do or how in the hell to react. So I did the only thing I felt was right and Zayn a little while ago, asking him to come over as soon as possible. He's the wise one out of us five lads, and whether he gives OK or wonderful advice in the sitting; he was always helpful.

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2:11pm.

After explaining everything to Zayn, I inhale deeply and let out a long exasperated sigh on the exhale. He gave me a 'what the fuck are you thinking' look -to which I responded with a tired and desperate look to make him feel bad and help me-. He then began to speak his magic words of wisdom...or so I hope!

"So all this fuss over a girl you met one time in a McDonald's restaurant at 7 in the morning... a little over a week ago?" His face switched to one of confusion, but continued.

"You're crazy, Louis. You've got Eleanor. Where is she at anyways? This place is thrashed." Damn, so much for that hope, Zayn! I ignored the last part about my flat being thrashed because it simply always looks like this when El isn't around to clean up.

"Really, Zayn...? Really? I spill my innermost thoughts and feelings to you and you go and tell me 'you've got Eleanor'??? You don't think I know that? I need help with this situation. Pleeease." With this statement said, a breath I didn't even know I was keeping captive escaped.

"I'm going to have a talk with Eleanor later and see how it all goes down. But to answer your question, she's out running a few errands." He looked at me quizzically for a few seconds then his face went serious and his right hands fingers were slowly rubbing over the stubble above his top lip. A second later he's laughing and I'm looking at him like he's gone mad.

"Is that what I sound like to you? Have I got some voice functioning problems or something!?" Once I had comprehended what he had said, I was in a fit of laughter clutching my stomach along with the Bradford bad boy, wiping away the tears that had slipped out. Upon regaining composure and looking in his direction, he himself was still attempting to compose himself and I started to speak again.

"Bahahah, that was a good one, mate," I complimented chuckling a bit. "But back to business, what does mister wise guy think I should do?"

Looking back between me and my spacious apartment around us with a determined twinkle in his eyes, he asked: "Where's your laptop?"

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