Elounor believers believe Louis left Eleanor, but still thought about her in the back of his mind. All the time, even during Lounielle, pool girl, Tamara Bell and Brouis. According to Elounor believers, is Louis that much of a fool that he cannot be alone and needs the 'void' to be filled by various women in order to think and realize he loves Eleanor?
Rather than believing Louis and Harry had a fight and did not speak for a while, after a lot of pain Louis admits it was both their fault and they stop fighting?
Oli wants to meet up with a girl, and the girl has a cousin, and she looks pretty enough in the picture Oli shows him, and Louis wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway, and Oli’s been a good mate lately unlike some people, and Louis always has his back unlike some people. So sure, Louis will entertain the cousin so Oli can get off with the girl. Oli flashes him a grateful smile, texts Louis is in! to someone named Ashley, and that’s it then, the two of them are going out tonight with blonde American cousins because this is what Louis’ life looks like now.
Louis smokes a cigarette on the way to the club, car window cracked so Alberto doesn’t yell. One doesn’t really scratch his itch, never seems to these days, but they arrive before he can light another, and then it’s the hasty group shuffle from the car door to the club entrance. No flashes this time around, no one yelling his name. He gets away with it, sometimes, especially when it’s just him and Oli looking to have a messy night out. Louis doesn’t have a lot of practice, but he’s learning how to pull a bird without anyone really noticing. They might get away with this tonight.
He really wants that fucking cigarette, feels the itch curling down his spine and out to his fingers, but you can’t smoke hardly anywhere in LA, so he buys a shot off the tray of a girl with big tits in a small shirt, tosses it back while he waits at the bar to order two Jack and Cokes, both for him. It’s not so busy yet, but it might be later. Good to be prepared. A drink in each hand, he heads to their usual corner to see if Oli found the girls yet.
“One of those better be for me, Tommo,” Oli says, nodding at the drinks in Louis’ hands. He’s got each of his arms around a different blonde girl, and they look alike enough that Louis can’t figure out which is supposed to be his. Louis shrugs, takes a swig from each of his two drinks.
“These are mine, mate, but one of those better be for me,” Louis says, gesturing at the girls. One of them laughs, loud and brazen, head thrown back. Louis likes her. The other one giggles, letting her hair fall in front of her face as she looks down. Louis likes her, too.
“This is Ashley,” Oli says, tilting his head towards the loud one, letting his hand slip lower so it’s resting right on her tit. She smacks him with the back of her hand but she’s laughing, and he leaves his hand there, and she lets him.
“Hiya,” Louis says. That means the quiet one is his. She’s still looking down at the ground.
“And this is Briana,” Oli says, and she finally looks up when she hears her name, and her eyes are so blue and quick. Piercing. She’s...really fucking pretty. She shrugs off Oli’s arm gracefully and takes a few steps closer to Louis, pushing her hair behind her ears with both of her hands.
“Hi,” she says softly. “I’m Briana. You must be Lewis.”
“Nice to meet you, babe,” he says. He doesn’t correct how she pronounces his name, gets that same little thrill he always does when he meets someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t care. Someone he’ll have to win over all by himself, just with his charm and his face and the accent that American girls all seem to be a sucker for.
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here,” she says. She does, though. Her voice is high and quiet, silky like California sand and sunshine. Her hair is so long, so blonde that it seems to glow in the dark. She’s wearing a short white dress that barely skims the tops of her thighs, and her legs go on forever, smooth and tan. Fuck, she’s pretty. He hasn’t had a lot of girls that look like her. She’s almost the opposite of what he’d consider his type. She’s so American. So Hollywood. Probably can’t brew a cup of tea for shit, but he thinks that’s what he needs right now. Someone different from who he’s had before.
Just...someone different, that’s all.
“Oi, I’m from Malibu,” he jokes. “Spent me early days surfing, I did.”
“Surfing,” she repeats, with a horrible attempt at his accent. “You almost fooled me, dude.” She smiles brightly at him and places her hand on his arm. Her touch is so gentle it’s barely there, but he can feel the tickle of heat spreading out from her fingers. Her nails are long and unvarnished. He can’t remember the last time he saw El--
He can’t remember the last time he saw any girl with bare nails like that. He likes it.
“Where are you from then?” he asks her. “Compton?”
“What? No.” She wrinkles her nose at him. “I don’t think you know very much about California.”
“I know a little,” he says. It really isn’t loud enough that he needs to, but he leans into her, gets his lips right against her ear. Fuck, her hair smells so good. “I know that California has the prettiest girls in the world.”
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks coyly.
“Prettiest bird here,” he says, and he means it. It’s almost too honest. He needs to slow down. He takes a step back and sips at one of his drinks.
“No one’s ever called me a pretty bird before,” Briana says with a small smile. “I like that.”
“Cheers.”
“Cheers,” she repeats with a giggle. “So where are you from? No wait, I’m gonna guess, I’m really good at accents.”
“Go on then, give it a go,” Louis says, raising his eyebrows. Americans are shit at this, but she’s so fucking cute he’ll probably say she’s right if she gets within a couple hundred kilometres.
“I think,” she says, and she squints at him, considering. “I think New Zealand.”
“New Zealand!”
“Am I close?”
“I’m from England, so you are...not close. Not at all. That’s embarrassing for you, love.”
“Shit,” she says with a pout. “I watched a documentary about New Zealand last night, and I really thought I recognized the accent. England was too obvious.”
“Sometimes you have to go with the obvious, babe,” he says. New Zealand. Jesus. He shouldn’t find this so endearing. He does anyway.
“Are you from London?”
“I’m from Donny.”
“I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s….” Somewhere during the conversation, she stepped closer, and her arm is gently brushing against his. “It’s like the Compton of England.”
“Oh,” she says, resting her hand lightly on his elbow. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a bad boy, Lewis?”
“Do I seem like a bad boy to you?” he asks with a smirk.
“I don’t think so,” she says. She shakes her head slowly, and her hair ripples around her face like water. “I don’t think you seem bad at all.”
“Maybe you don’t know me very well.” It’s supposed to be a joke, but part of him...hates this. Misses a time when he could just easily be exactly himself with someone who already knew him and loved him, knew he was messy and fucked up and loved him anyway, knew he was gentle sometimes and mean sometimes and silly sometimes and mad for no reason sometimes and tired sometimes and cocky sometimes and just loved him anyway.
Briana fits her fingers around his wrist, ruffling her thumb through the hair on his forearm, and it grounds him. It’s soothing, an echo of a touch that came before. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to feel like this around her. He’s letting his guard down way too fast, but he doesn’t fucking care. He’s so tired of being alone.
“You’re right,” she says. “I don’t know much about you.” She traces his dagger tattoo with her fingertip, tiny repetitive vees right at the point where the blade would be sharp. “I think maybe I’d like to know you, though.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me something about yourself.”
She looks up at him, and her face is so...open. There’s something pure and unruined about her, and he wonders if anyone in his life can stay that way, or if there’s something ugly and toxic that leaches out of him and damages everyone it seeps into. He could walk away and spare her that. Or he could fuck her and never see her again, ruin this like he’s ruined everything else.
About the Brouis/babygate edit, I think they atleast should have tried to make Louis looked impressed instead of....whatever his facial expression says....not to mention that his hair was not like that, plus Briana's first half of her face is hq and the rest is blurry...but you know.....that is all 'normal'.....:)
1. His hair is nothing like that.
2. His hair is photpshopped in the 2nd picture. Dear God, look at the end....
1/2) I’m not sure you know how genes work... louis isn’t simply going to print out himself, briana has genes too. Freddie has brianas eyebrows and as much as you want to deny it he 100% has louis nose. Children don’t look exactly like one of their parents, it’s a mix of genetics from not only your mum and dad but also your grandparents, aunties, uncles and so on.
2/2) the argument that Freddie isn’t louis son because he doesn’t look like his is not an argument at all and that being said of all the situations Freddie came out looking almost exactly like Louis.
The way genes work is not a riddle to me, my love. I know you can not look exactly like your mother or father. It is a mixture of their genes together. I also know that inheritance takes place when a baby is being created.
In my honest opinion, Freddie not being Louis’ son is clear as daylight. My love, the problem is not that because he does not look like Louis he is automatically not his son. The problem is the way Louis treats his ‘son.’ That is one of the other reasons why I think it is not his son.
Baby, I just want to give you an example. It is not normal that he looks so much like someone he should not have any genes from. He looks exactly like Brett/Austin. The more he gets older the clearer you can see it, love. This is a recent picture. I also made a comparison of Brett, Freddie, Louis and Austin. R means Random kid.
1. The kid does not look like Louis.
2. Freddie and Austin look TOO much alike.
3. Baby Brett looks like Freddie too.
4. Baby Brett and Freddie should not be looking like each other. Briana has no ties to Brett, so if it would be Louis’ son, he should not be looking like him at all.
5. Random kid also has a similar nose compared to Louis (when he was a baby) and Freddie. He also looks like Louis, but has zero ties to him.
I hope I answered your question, my dear. I hope you will have a nice week!!XX
Hey hon.^^ I wanna thank you for all of your hard work and taking the time to answer us, It helps me to understand a lot of things, especially since I joined this fandom only a few months ago... but I’m having a trouble understanding the BG, I mean how does it work? Do they raise the child in pure lies or something? Won’t the child know when he grow up? How does someone accept to do something like that?? Can you explain a bit about it to help me understand better... thanks in advance :)
Hey love, yes of course. Babygate is not something that is unfamiliar in Hollywood etc. It happened to P Diddy too. They make it seem that the celeb (mostly guys) are expecting a baby because the had one night stand etc. This is to raise more attention and money from the public (us and people outside the fandom). In Louis’ case, it’s for promo, but also to prove to larries that he is HETEROSEXUAL (which is ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE, my baby is a proud GAY man). They place Louis and Briana in a club, take pics and tell a story (they want us to believe). Now, the babygate of Louis’ is fake as hell and they did not even try to make it believable; Brianna had done plastic surgery while being pregnant, and she also walked in super high heels while being ‘pregnant’. All of this does absolutely not make any sense. Now up to the bump; Her ‘bump’ changed sizes and she used pictures of other pregnant women and told everyone it was her. It wasn’t it was from someone called @/Amberfillerup on insta. They baby itself is absolutely not Briana’s, it’s Tammi’s (the baby even made some slip ups etc). They baby will for sure know when he grows up, but Briana and her family want money and attention; that’s the price they have to pay for all of this. They’re basically ruining a child’s life in order to get money and attention. Love, people do the CRAZIEST stuff for money and attention. Look at Eleanor and Danielle. Eleanor wanted to be a part of a stunt because she wanted to be a fashion blogger (she made her way up to have a blog after she ‘split’ from Louis). Danielle needed view for her new show; The Originals. By dating Louis, big popstar of the biggest boyband in the world: One Direction, she got attention bc there will always be people who ship Louis with Danielle and they want to stan Danielle; so they’re automatically going to watch the show. Shane Dawson even talked about this too; he said that they give the celeb a list of girls available, you choose one of those girls and they become your personal ‘money leech.’ Briana was NEVER pregnant. She is just a disgusting leech. She uses Freddie for attention. Her and her family are the worse! (in the picture underneath, Briana was suppose to be pregnant for 9 MONTHS. Her ‘bump’ deflated when she sat down; which means it’s a pillow or she was not wearing her fake bump at all.)
I’m giving you a link to a HUGE post about Babygate; maybe you’d like to read it ;) If you have question after reading it, you can always ask me ;)
You can choose which masterpost you’d like to read, baby!
So everyone is ignoring this? Cool cool cool....for a guy who 'cheated on his gf, made a baby and is not really excited about being a father' he's quite loyal....cool ok. @ antis : I'm praying for all of you.
I'm not an anti. In fact I'm on no one's side. I'm just trying to understand what the big deal is with Louis, Briana and Freddie. I just think someone as wealthy as Lou wouldn't claim a random boy as his son without a paternity test, whether he's in the closet or not. And Let's not forget that Freddie was mentioned in Jay's obituary. I seriously doubt Louis would let that happen if Freddie was not his son.
Hi,
You said ‘‘I just think someone as wealthy as Lou wouldn’t claim a random boy as his son without a paternity test, whether he’s in the closet or not.’‘ it has been confirmed on both sides that Louis did NOT take a paternity test. Look, it’s difficult to see when you do not know P Diddy’s story. He had to bring an album out and then a woman claimed she was pregnant of him. P Diddy’s album came out and BOOM; the media said the baby was not his. This helped P Diddy boost his career. In this scenario they are doing this to Louis;
1. He has to put up the straight clubbing lad
2. He has an album on the way.
Love, if Jay would not have written Freddie’s name, no one would believe it. Look, it might be hard for you to think Jay would have to cooperate in this with her condition. But even she can not say ‘’I only love my kids’’, if she would not have written Freddies name on her obituary, the whole plan would have fallen apart.
Jay is a wonderful person and will always be that, she loved her kids more than anything. Unfortunately, even she could not speak the (whole) truth.
