Louis Tomlinson one shot (prt.2)
I sit with dry eyes, containing my emotions, watching his hands move in explanation along with his meaningless words.
“You speak such utter shite,” I blurt out, his chocolate eyes widening with surprise, because I am calling him out on his bull.
Niall left a short while ago, saying he needed his beauty sleep but really he was just giving Louis and I space to talk it out.
It is only now as we stare at one another I see the pain written across his face, the bags that represent a lack of sleep underneath his eyes and his chapped pink lips that have obviously been torn apart by biting on them, due to stress I presume. My beautiful boyfriend has grown older looking in the space of a few short months. And I wonder how I did not notice these obvious changes before tonight?
“When did you tell Niall?” I ask, this question is one of the most important ones, because it could break or make us.
“The day after she told me.” He answers honestly. The fact he did not lie to me again, proves he has at least a fraction of respect for our relationship.
“When did she find out?” I question.
“2 months before she told me.“
“What’s your plan?” It’s a question I hadn’t planned but I realise now I need answering.
His hand reaches for my knee, but I pull away needing space. If he touches me in any way I’ll break and right now I cant do that.
His eyes drift up my face, as he studies me in a way he never has before. He is trying to figure out what I want him to say, but I honestly have no idea what I want right now. He seems to realise this and closes his eyes for a moment as if putting his words together correctly in his mind before he speaks them out loud.
When he opens them again, I watch his mask come off and his whole face changes into the boy I feel in love with, but this boy he is broken, he is afraid and most of all he is lost.
“I love you with every fibre of my being, I have ever since I first met you. I remember the first thing I noticed about you was your sparkling eyes, and to be honest before you I’d never cared about eyes. I used to wonder why anyone gave a fuck about eyes, ‘not like they’d be sucking me off’, I’d say to the lads.“ And he takes a moment to laugh, clearing his throat when he realises I don’t find his comment any bit funny. “Then you opened your mouth, and that sharp tongue of yours made me even more attracted to you, I just knew you’d keep me on my toes, even before I knew your name. So when all that shit went down and we thought we needed a break to figure stuff out; I might have told you that was okay, that I understood - but it wasn’t, I didn’t get it.“
“So you got some random bird pregnant in order to deal with it?” I interrupt, my heart racing at his words; but my blood boiling with anger.
I see his eyes fill with tears, and even though I understand none of this was his intention; I still find it hard to control all the emotions running around my body.
He shuffles closer to me and I allow my forehead to rest on his shoulder. I can feel each time he takes a deep breath in and let’s one out. His nerves are evident. Never in my life have I seen Louis nervous; not before a show nor the day we first met. This is an odd experience.
“You never answered my question.” I mumble, dragging in the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of home.
“That’s because I want you to tell me what I should do. All I want to do is be with you but I can’t abandon this responsibility I’m about to receive either.”
I take a moment to collect my thoughts; differentiating between my wants and needs. I want him to have no connection with this girl who’s name I don’t even know, I need him to be the responsible man I know he is and to handle the consequences of his actions. I want him to kiss me and tell me this is all a big joke but I need him to hold me and just tell me he loves me, no matter what happens.
“Please tell me what is going on in that brain of yours,” he whispers, almost begging.
“I love you, and I don’t know how this is going to work. I don’t know if in a weeks time I’ll be able to still be with you or when we meet the mother of your child and your child I’ll be able to accept it but I do know right now I can't see a future without you by my side.”
“So you’re saying?” He questions, leaving my side and getting on his two knees in front of me.
Instead of answering his question, I lean closer and place my lips softly on his. I love this man, and as the kiss becomes more passionate I know that he understands what I am saying.
A/n: Here is part two, might make a part three where (y/n) meets the baby for the first time.. or a story on Niall's love life during the time they broke up... only if people tell me what they want and think.