Anastasia Félicité Tomlinson is Louis Tomlinson's sister... one of many sisters. But she is his only fully related sister.
Anastasia was born in January 1993, she was brought into this world by a one night stand with Louis' father after their mothe...
I walk downstairs and go into the kitchen where I see Harry sat staring off into the garden, while his fingers stroke his cup. I lean up against the door frame and watch him. He's so mesmerising, I love him to pieces and I can't believe I'm about to do this to him, to us.
"Harry?" I cleared my throat. I got no reply for him, he didn't even jump, which tells me he could sense me here before I spoke to him. I walked a little closer to him "Harry?" He swirled around in his chair, his eyes were red raw which made me initially frown "are you okay?"
He nodded and looked down "I'm great." I made a face and walked closer to him "Harry I think we need to talk..." I trail off and glance around his kitchen
"About?" He asked and looked up at me with sad eyes. "I think we should— we should take a break" He laughed sadly and looked down "you want to break up with me?" I shook my head and reached out to hold his hand but he moved his hand away from my touch and sniffled as he took his eyes off of me and looked at the fridge "I don't want to break up with you, I think we just need a break" I stated softly.
"A break? How much of a break do you need?! We've just been on tour away from each other, we have barely seen each other in the past few months!!" He looked back at me with confused and questioning eyes "..and I know you're only doing this because I told you I was going to rethink having children with you... I didn't mean now! We're both so young, we don't need to rush into that" he shook his head truthfully as he went on a little rant.
"I know" I stated softly "I just— who knows what's going to happen on this next tour" I say wearily. "What do you mean? Nothing is going to happen. We're going to be fine!" He pleads with me "I'm starting to write my next album! What do you think I'm going to do?" He looks at me softly. I sniffle and look down under his intense stare "You think— you don't think I'm going to.. to cheat. Do you??" He made me look up at him I shook my head frowning "no, of course I don't"
"So what is it?" A tear slipped down his cheek. "Is there someone else?" He asked me apprehensively. Does he really think I'm like that?? That i'd do that to him? I scoff and shake my head "there's only been you, I wouldn't hurt you, not like that" He smiled softly and nodded "I know.. I'm sorry."
"Look, if you really want to walk away from us— you can. But that doesn't mean I'll give up on us, on you. You're the best thing that's probably ever happened to me" he looked into my eyes. I smiled softly at him. He smiled slowly when he saw me smile. I stepped forward and leant down placing my lips on his, he was a little shocked at first but he kissed me back almost straight away, he wrapped his fingers around my neck and pulled me closer making me stand in between his open legs. I pulled my lips from his and pressed my forehead against his. "I love you," he whispered softly making me smile "I love you too, Harry" I tell him which makes him smile. He leans forward and placed his lips on mine again, he grabbed me by the hips and brought me even closer to his body.
"You can't leave me. Not now." He shook his head and kissed me again. He pulled back and stared into my eyes as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear "I've already fallen pretty hard. If you call this off I'll be heartbroken, but if you need to do this for you, then that's okay" he smiled weakly.
How could I ever leave this man??
I smiled softly and watch him run his hand through his messy hair
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"I'm not leaving you." I stated softly as I reach to place my hand on his bare shoulders and rub them. He looked me in my eyes and smiled softly "you arent??" I shook my head and made a face "nah, you're too sweet, you're the best boyfriend" I grin at him and he laughs looking down "I'm not the best" he made a face looking up at me again. I kiss him in response and mumble against the lips "well I think you are" He smiled into the kiss and stood up keeping our lips connected. He slowly walked us over to the fridge and placed me up against it. The coldness from the fridge made me moan in his mouth as our tongues rolled against each other.
He guided us to the living room, he sat down on the sofa but kept our lips connected as he pulled me into his lap by my hand. I straddled him as we kissed. He moaned into my mouth as I sat down on him properly. I wrap my arms around his neck and start kissing along his jawline making him sigh and role his head back so that his neck was more exposed, I sloppily kissed down his neck which results in him groaning. His hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me closer to his body. I nibble on his neck sensually, he bites his lip and places one of his hands flat against my back pushing me closer to his chest. I start rolling my hip making him moan. Our lips connect as we touch each other in places you wouldn't really wanna know about.
His lips slowly tore away from mine and he moaned "go to my room, I'll be up in a minute" he tapped my bum softly making me smirk. I pecked his lips and crawled off of his lap, I made my way out of his living room, to the stairs then all the way to his fancy room.
I closed the door behind me and fell back on his bed, I bit my lip and smirked. I'm so in love with him.
