The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

50 - Stumbles

we are coming closer and closer to the end and i cant believe it! i started this book in august i think and 4 months later here are!

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

OH AND 5.89K?! when i first started this story i was hoping to get maybe a few hundred but this is incredible! i love you guys for giving me this!

now ill shut up and let you read xD

[Editing me: i just realized i have Spaces for 2 chapters oops but i'm not going to change it because it fits and whatever so ya xp]

Spaces

Well that went well enough. After the initial yelling and shock wore off, I think everyone was happy for us. Louis was definitely excited that everyone knew. It's cute how excited he is about all of this. It warms my heart.

I take a breath and look up at the starry night sky. It was chillier than I had grown used to during summer in America. I had forgotten how different England's nights were. Not that I really minded. I had always liked the cold. Something about it made me feel safe and content, like I could just curl up in a ball with a blanket and hot coco 24/7. Plus, I hated being hot. In California, the last few summers I spent there were nearly unbearable, especially when mom wouldn't let us turn on the AC. And since my school's building was built in the 60's and had yet to upgrade their conditioning system since, there was a fifty-fifty shot in every classroom whether you'd be shivering or melting.

I grip my hot chocolate between my hands, trying to warm my fingers a bit. A downside of pregnancy was I couldn't really have caffeine. Anyone who knows me knows I survive off of caffeine. But, I guess if it's what I have to do, my hot coco will do for the time being.

I told everyone I just wanted a quick walk to clear my head and enjoy the evening feel. We were to be leaving London in a week for the rest of the European tour, and I'll admit that as much as I loved being home in America for all that time and as much as I'll enjoy travel the rest of the world, I missed the city that had become my new home over the past few years. It was kind of like my cocoon of safety. It took me in when I needed to get out.

I turn down a familiar alleyway I used to always use as a shortcut getting home from nearby cafe to my flat. I look to see on one of the bricks along the wall that still had Hails and my initials carved into it. It was our city version of a tree carving, I suppose. Not being able to resist, I reach up to run the pads of my fingers across the marred surface. It seems like a lifetime ago that Hails and I would spend hours studying and doing work at the little coffee shop, just trying to get through an upcoming exam or project. Now here we are, pregnant with One Direction's babies and traveling the world with the love of our lives. We both had a plan that neither of us expected would turn out so polar opposite of our intentions. Not that we were complaining anymore. Its just weird to think how things turn out.

Taking a deep breath, I drop my hand back to my warm cup and turn to head down the alley. I told the group camped out at my home I would only be gone for a half hour for a quick breather. Plus it was starting to get dark and I knew Louis would get worried if I was gone too much longer. He was protective before, but now he was getting to the point of ridiculous. I tried not to mind. He was just that good of a guy to want to watch over me. I didn't really have much problem with it anymore. I was careful myself more now, so there wasn't much room for him to worry too severely. My favorite part of being alone and wandering around was I was able to just get stuck in my head for a bit and either sort things out or ponder how life was happening for me. It was peaceful and reverent sometimes to just block out the world and get lost in your thoughts. I allowed myself to close my eyes and breathe in the crisp air, my shoulders slumping in release.