Dear Future Daughter (Louis Tomlinson One Shot)

Dear Future Daughter....

Dear Future Daughter,

I'm sure you are wondering how I met your father. I don't really know. Maybe we bumped into each other in the halls at school. Maybe I was his waitress at the diner I worked at. Your father doesn't know either. But I do know, how we fell in love...

I twisted the silver band around my left ring finger. Not an engagement ring or a wedding ring. My purity ring. A ring my father gave her on my thirteenth birthday. It had little diamonds on the outside and a Bible verse engraved on the inside. Song of Songs 6:3 I am my beloved's and he is mine.

A tear trickled down my cheek. I sat in a chair in the hospital waiting room. If only I had listened to him when I'd had the chance.

"Louis, stop!" I warned.

"But I like hearing your laugh!" Louis protested.

"If you don't stop tickling me, I'm gonna chop my hand off!" I said, giving him a second chance.

"Then I couldn't hold it anymore. Okay, Annie. I'll stop."

A painful smile toyed with my lips at the memory. It was when I first cooked for him. Every Saturday after that, Louis would come over so I could make him dinner, then watch a movie. Those were the good days. Before everything went wrong.

"It's a stupid ring," Louis said. "No one's gonna know."

"Louis, I made a promise that is kept with this ring! I can't do this!" I protested.

Louis came to my house late one night after he'd been out with the boys. He wasn't normal. After a good fight, I saw he was in no condition to drive home. He slept on my couch that night.

"Annie?" Liam asked. "Is that you? I haven't seen you since... Well... You know."

"It's been to long," I agreed. "Have you gotten any news about him?" I pulled on the sleeve of my sweater and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Family only. Last time I checked, Johanna wasn't willing to leave his side to notify any of us about anything," Liam sighed.

"Us?" I repeated.

"Yeah. The rest of the boys were here. Zayn left to pick up Louis' sisters, Niall left to grab us food, and Harry is asleep in one of the chairs," Liam replied.

"Food," I longingly wished.

"Niall just left. I can text him to pick up something for you. If you'd like," Liam offered.

"Hamburger with no tomato and a sweet tea?" I asked.

"As you wish."

I frowned. Not even quotes from the best 80's movie of all time could cheer me up now. My life flashed before my eyes, and he was the one to save me. My boyfriend, well ex, stared me in the face, gun in hand, aiming for my heart. It was a dark alley. The smell of stale cigarettes lingered in the air. I didn't expect anyone to jump in front of the bullet. Never did I expect Louis to take a bullet for me. We dated for three years before he got famous, then a while after that. He was my high school sweet heart. I was an older sister for all four of his sisters. Well, there are six now, but that's besides the point! Louis was my first kiss, my first love, my first date, my first boyfriend, my first everything! Well, almost everything. That's one of the reasons why I broke up with him. He wouldn't let go that I wore a purity ring. He hated it!

My inner monologue was interrupted by a nine year old wrapping her arms around my legs. Her twin soon joined her.

"Annie!" Daisy exclaimed. "I've missed you soooooooo much!"

"I missed you, too, Daisy," I sniffled. Looking at her hurt. I saw so much of him in her.

"I missed you more, Annie," Phoebe said.

"I can't imagine that being possible," I said.

"Girls, give her room to breathe," Zayn suggested.

They let go of my legs, then grabbed my hands.

"Will you go see Louis with us?" Daisy asked.

"Pleeaase?" Pheobe begged.

I started walking with them when a nurse stopped me. "Family only," she warned.

"Excuse me?" Daisy sassed. "Annie is family. She has been in this family since forever."

She always had Louis' sass.

"My bad."

I walked with the twins into his room. I saw Johanna crying as she held his hand. I walked up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw me.

"Annie," she cried. "It's been a while."

"I should've gone by. I just didn't want to change seeing him. Maybe if I did, things would've turned out differently. Now, he has a bullet hole in his shoulder, and it's all my fault," I sobbed.

"It is not your fault," Johanna promised. "Nothing you could've said or done would've made this turn out differently."

A loud beep caused heads to turned. The heart monitor fell flat. No oxygen was reaching his lungs. His pulse stopped. Louis died. That didn't stop the doctors from doing anything. They tried CPR, shocking his heart, everything. But he was gone.

Tears fell. Everywhere. Johanna was the first to say goodbye. She left a tear filled kiss on his cheek. The sisters went next. The boys even stepped in to see their old made once more. I was the only one left. I walked next to his bed and grabbed his cold, lifeless hand.

"Hey, it's been a while," I said. "We haven't formally spoken in four years. I've spent four years thinking about nothing but you. I went to loads of your concerts. Of course, you never saw me. I didn't have the money to buy good tickets. Your eyes always seemed to find me during More Than This. Every time, without fail, you'd look at me. I'd be too busy crying to look back. I know you wrote that song for me. You never said so, but I knew.  I never stopped loving you, Louis. It took me four years and a hospital trip to realize that. Up until a few hours ago, I thought you were my teenage dream. A dream that was too good to be true. It wasn't. It was love. I love you, Louis. "

Tears were pouring down my face. I always thought it would be gross to kiss a dead person, but there I was leaning in to give my late lover one last kiss. It was when our lips touched they I knew something strange had happened. I broke away, and his eyes fluttered open. His lungs filled with air once more. Louis was alive.

"Louis!" I sobbed. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Annie! Can't! Breathe!" Louis said.

"You're alive," I said. Louis reached over and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"Was I ever not?" he asked.

"Yes. You were legally dead for eight minutes," I told him. "Don't ever do that to me again! Louis, I still love you."

"I still love you, too, Annie."

And right then, right there, in a hospital room with a bed and a window, that reeked of medicine and cleaning spray, Louis kissed me. It was the sweetest, most romantic kiss in the world.

"I wanna be last, yeah, baby let me your, let me last your first kiss," Louis sang as we broke apart.

"You are a big goofball," I laughed.

"But I'm your goofball."

Just like that, we feel in love. He didn't ask me out again or anything. We picked up right where we left off. I definitely did better then that.

That is how your father and I fell in love. I know it sounds like a fairy tale, but I wouldn't be sitting here today, rubbing my beach ball of a belly if it wasn't true.

Love,
Momma Tommo