Wild Life~lt.

Before

"Please Ry."

"I don't believe you...I can't believe you, Louis. Not after everything..."

"Give me a month. Thirty days. Let me show you how serious I am about this."

"Louis..."

"Thirty days."

"I don't know..."

"Please. Just give me one chance."

„...Okay."

A huge smile spread over his face and he reached out a hand to take mine hesitantly. I let him, even though I was still hurt, still uncertain of whether this would work out.

„Thank you.“, he said softly. „I promise-“
„No promises.“, I interrupted. He’d made me so many promises over the time we’d been together - by now I had trouble believing him. Especially after months of him never being there, always with the boys, always on tour. I loved the boys, don’t get me wrong, and I absolutely loved the music, but I missed Louis like crazy when he was gone. 

He nodded and let go of my hand.
„I’ll call you later.“, he said quietly. Even though there was a certain sadness in his eyes, there was also hope. He seemed to be positive about this whole thing. This whole I-can-show-you-my-love-in-30-days-thing in which I, to be honest, did not really believe. It was as if he didn’t even know me anymore: The boy I fell in love with back then was a man now and I had trouble keeping up with his busy life.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t help myself: I had to give him a chance. Because I still loved him and even though it looked hopeless I wanted to save us just as desperately as he did.

He was already at the door of my tiny hotel room when I stopped him.

„Lou?“, I said quietly, enjoying the way his nickname sounded in my mouth - I hadn’t used it in a while.
„Yeah?“
„I really appreciate this. I’m just a little overwhelmed, but don’t think…don’t think I don’t want this.“
He gave me one of his small smiles and nodded and before I could say another word he was gone.

He didn’t call me. Instead, there was a text message a few hours later, almost at midnight:

louis: pack your bags and meet me tmrw morning at 8AM in the lobby xx