You are my Star (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Brooke was in love with Louis before One Direction, and when One Direction was still on The X-Factor. But when Brooke meets all the boys for the first time, she has a special connection with Harry that is unlike any other. What happens when Louis has a change of heart and wants to finally be with Brooke but Brooke is in love with Harry? What would you do if two boys from One Direction wanted to be with you?

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24. I'm trying

Louis's P.O.V

 

 

Tomorrow we leave for L.A and then we go back home. When I first came to New York I couldn't wait to leave, now I wish I could stay. Being in New York with people I love is truley an amazing experience. The suns rays shine bright on my face and I wake up because of it. The house was quiet, I crept out of my room and snuck around the house and no one was even home. No one but Brooke, who was passed out on the living room couch from last night. She came in at about 2 am. The Cameron boy dropped her off, told me that she was drunk but that all she had to do was sleep it off. 

 

I crouch down next to her sleeping face. She is emotionless and sound asleep. For once she actually looks like she's at peace with herself, maybe it's because no one can hurt her while she sleeps. No one can inflict pain on her anymore and it's the only place where she's safe. She's been hurt to many times and it breaks my heart because she wasn't always this way. I run my fingers through her hair and she lets out a moan but remains asleep. I start speak softly so I won't wake her up.

 

"Remember when we first met? Our moms took us to the park to have a picnic and we played in the meadow. We shared my ham sandwhich and I picked you flowers. After that day we were inseprable...We hung out every day after school together. I loved you since the day I saw you...if I would've told you sooner then you would've never gotten hurt by Harry. I would've kept your heart safe but I've failed you and I'm so sorry Brooke," I was crying now because I do feel like I've failed her and let her fall, "I'm really sorry Brooke, I really am and you should never forgive me because I will just fail you again. But I love you...with every part of me. It kills me to love you as much as I do but I do it anyway because I'd die for you Brookelynn..I would and I'd never regret it."

 I burried my face in her chest and sobbed. I felt so bad then suddenly I felt hands moving up and down my spine. I look up at her and she's crying. She had heard everything I had said, which made me feel worse, "Louis, even if you did tell me you loved me sooner everything that's happening now still would've happened. You told me you loved me at the perfect time. I was starting to give up on the thought of there being an 'us' until you told me. Please don't feel bad...you did nothing wrong."

 

"How am I supposed to believe that?" I cry.

 

"You don't have to. I don't even know or sure, but what I do know is that we can't go back in time and change things. What's done is done, we're just going to have to roll with the punches of life. But trust me, it's not your fault."

 

I press my lips to Brooke's to feel something...anything and her mouth doesn't fail me. He mouth is inviting to my tongue and my lips dance against hers as do hers do to mine. We are moving together. In on steady movement we are one. I get on the couch and I press my body on top of hers. Her hips move against my groin making me moan unexpectedly. I pull her shirt off her head and kiss her from her four head down to her belly button. I slide her pants and underwear off and I spread her legs open wide and I slide myself inside her slowly and she moans loud. Brooke's hands find my shoulders to hold me in place and I move in and out slowly feeling every part of her that needs to be felt. She feels beautiful and she is perfect. She continues to moan so I kiss her on her mouth to mute her. 

 

Still keeping the slow rhythm I become a little more hard in and out. I pull my lips away from hers to see her face and she looked like she was enjoying it. I lowered my lips to her neck so I could listen to her moan in my ear. She lets out one last moan and I stay inside her. Leaving myself behind insider her body. We are left in a sweaty heap and I lower myself on top of her and listen to her breath. In. And out. I kiss her chin and we fall asleep, and I swear it was the best sleep I've ever had.

 

Brooke's P.O.V

I wake up entangled in Louis. His eyes closed and his head lay on my chest, he sleeps soundly. I look at the time on the cable box and it reads that it's 10:45. Where is everyone? I sit up a little bit to see our clothes sprawled out on the living room floor. I exhale, feeling Louis slowly rise, and then fall back onto my chest. I run my fingers through his hair and I kiss his four head. Then my hangover officially starts to kick in. I lay my head back and look up at the ceiling and cringe. I've never felt a pain this badly before. I close my eyes as if that will help what's going on inside of me but of course it doesn't. Then I felt like I was going to throw up. I tap on Louis's shoulder, "Babe you have to get up, I think I'm going to throw up." He sits up and I rush to the toilet. Luckily I just make it in time. Last nights cheap bar food and alchhol flow from my mouth. Louis rushes in and pulls my hair out of my face so I'm not puking into it. "It's okay," He soothes rubbing my back. I keep throwing up and then I'm dry heaving. I pull my face away from the toilet bowl and Louis is staring at me with only his boxers on..

"I think maybe you should get in the shower," Louis says. I lean against the wall because I feel like I might fall over and faint. Louis walks over to the shower and turns the water on. I step in and let the hot water burn my skin. I lean against the shower wall thinking about everything that Louis said to me this morning when he thought I was sleeping. He thought that everything that has been happening to me is his fault. It breaks my heart. I wish I didn't have to make him feel that way. Broken and torn. That was never the idea. I just wanted what I wanted right then and there. I've been being so selfish that I stopped caring about how everyone else felt around me and only cared about myself. I promised myself that I would never try to be someone like that. I guess now I'm just becoming the person I never wanted to be.

I rub the bar of soap over my body and I cry. I wish I could turn back time, I really do, even though it is impossible. I wish I would've just kept my mouth shut and not let my feelings get in the way. I wish I just would've shut Louis out before he became part of One Direction so I would've never met Harry. I wish I would've just ran away from love or lust or whatever you'd call it when I had the chance. I wash my body and when I get out everyone is home. Even Harry. According to Liam my dad talked to Harry and threatened him that if he didn't stop causing drama his career would be nonexsistant.

 

I walk out of the bathroom, a trail of fog following behind me. Harry's sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal his head bowed down. I try not to draw attention to myself so I walk into my room and lock the door shut behind me. My curtains are drawn and my room is so dark this after noon. I drop my towel and walk over to my window and open the curtains and look down at the city below me. The rushing peoples going back to work from their lunch brakes. Busy day, just like everyday here in New York city. That's why no one notices me here standing naked on the twelth floor of this fancy hotel. People could care less. I'm just one more person to this world of millions. And no one cares. And that doesn't bother me at all. This allows me to be myself with out caring about everyone else's opinions. It allows me to blend in with the crowd instead of being the leader of it, and with that being said, I feel content.

 

I feel content that the only people who know how fucked up I am are the people I've hurt and Mia and Lola. No one else knows the pain I've caused to others and even if they did they probably wouldn't care because the world has more things to worry about then a Brit heartbreaker.  

 

"Hunny start packing, we're boarding the plain tonight," My mom says with a soft know on my door.

 

"Okay mum, I'm trying to get all my stuff together now." I close my curtains shut and sit on my bed and cry.

 

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