Promises {A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic}

Promises: 1

LEXI'S P.O.V

I bounced on the balls of my feet, excited, which happened only on rare occasions, unfortunately. Today was a big day for me. I was going to start filming my new movie, Summer, today. I couldn't wait. But, of course, before the acting part comes meetings. Long, boring meetings. But hopefully at least one of the meetings was going to be a bit interesting. Apparently, a famous boy band that my manager refuses to tell me the name of is coming to discuss the song they should sing for the end credits. I was desperately hoping for it to be The Wanted. They're amazing.

"Lex, hon! Are you ready?" Carol, my best friend/make up artist/manager of sorts shouted across the hotel room. "You don't want to be late!"

I didn't point out the fact that she was the one still getting ready while I was standing by the limo, where I'd been for the past five minutes.

Carol came rushing out of the hotel, her beige purse dangling on her arm. "Okay, let's go. I think we have a chance of actually not being late!"

I rolled my eyes. She knew as well as I did that we were late to every single meeting we've ever been to. I doubted that this one was an exception. It wasn't like we tried to be late all the time. We just . . . were.

I was right. "Well, Carol, only fifteen minutes this time!" My voice was dripping with sarcasm as we pulled into the parking lot. Others might find my sarcasm annoying and rude, but I've been best friends with Carol ever since I pushed her off the monkey bars in the first grade. Don't ask. I was never a big people person when I was little. I'm not a big people person as of right now though. You can thank The-Boy-Who-Broke-My-Heart for that. I wasn't able to trust anyone now. Tears started forming in my eyes. Yeah, unfortunately I still loved that lying, cheating bastard.

"Lexi, hon, are you all right?" Carol sounded concerned. I looked up and saw that her eyes look sorry. She knew what I was thinking about. I hurriedly wiped my eyes.

"Yeah, just allergies." Not many people knew of my past love life. Carol was one of the few, but I couldn't have others wondering. We walked into the white office building, finding the actual meeting room five minutes later. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes late. Ah well. Carol and I walked in, and all heads turned to look at us. I blushed. "Sorry," I mumbled as I took the nearest empty seat.

My manager, John, gave me a tired smile. I smiled back, though my heart wasn't much in it. "Well, Lexi, you happen to be just in time to meet the boy band that will be recording the end credits song."

I grinned, perking up a bit, forgetting about him for the time being. "Is it The Wanted?"

John laughed. "Close, but not quite. They are British, though."

A woman at the table piped up. I recognized her, I think her name is Riley. "Actually, sir, they're a British/Irish boy band."

"Yes, British/Irish." John corrected himself, though I doubted he cared.

"So then who is it?" I wanted to know. I admit, I was disappointed that it wasn't The Wanted.

"Well, why don't we just let them introduce themselves?"

In walked five, super hot British/Irish boys. Damn. Being an actress, I'd certainly seen my fair share of hot guys, and these guys might have all just stolen the golden medal. Somehow, I kept my cool.

"Hey." I walked up to the boy nearest me who looked to be about 18 or 19 with a head full of brown curls. "I'm Lexi Watson."

He shook my hand. His hands were big and warm. "Nice to meet you, babe." I blushed a deep red at the 'babe' part of his comment. "I'm Harry Styles."

I turned to the cute blonde guy next to Harry. "Hey," he had an Irish accent. It was adorable. "I'm Niall, Niall Horan."

"I'm Lexi, Lexi Watson." I tried imitating his accent, failing miserably. All the guys laughed at me as I flushed.

Next guy. This one had a quiff, and a kind of mysterious sense around him. He smiled at me. "I'm Zayn Malik."

I smiled back. "I'm Lexi."

2 more left. This one looked buff, and his hair was cut short. I normally don't think that those haircuts look good, but on him, it looked amazing. "I'm Liam Payne. Nice to meet you, love."

I smiled again. I seriously wish that they were The Wanted. I didn't even know the name of this boy band.

Last one, and by my standards, he was definitely the best. His eyes were beautiful. I was lost in them, the kindness and laughter in them filled me with a burning passion. There was something about them . . . I felt as if I had seen them somewhere.

"I'm Louis," he said. "Louis Tomlinson."

"I'm Lexi. Nice to meet you."

And then I realized what he just said. Louis Tomlinson.

Oh. My. Freaking. God. No wonder I had recognized those eyes. Those were the very same eyes I fell in love with. And the burning passion... I was falling in love with Louis Tomlinson all over again. But I wasn't ready. Not for love, not for him. And the walls that I had built around myself, the barrier around my heart, they all came crumbling down. And I let the tears fall. Again.