One Moment at a Time (Louis Tomlinson)

Bree Bailey has known Louis Tomlinson all her life, before he was famous. They were even a couple. That is, until he messed up. Bree hasn't seen Louis since that night, besides of course in magazines and on TV. And she is absolutely in pain. She misses Louis, but knows that there is a small chance of her ever seeing him again. But then, Louis comes back into town to visit his family- and things get rough from there.
This is a love story full of twists and heart break, if you love a good romance novel, then you'll love this book of Fan Fiction!

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4. We Meet Again

     I smiled up at the boys and got out of the car. Just as I was about to walk over to Louis, Mrs. Tomlinson walked over to me and my mom.

     She hugged my mother and me and shouted over to the boys, "Louis and Harry! Would you be dears and help Mrs. Bailey with the luggage." My mom stepped in, "I don't go by Mrs. Bailey anymore, my husband and I got a divorce."

     Louis and Harry didn't even hear my mom, they just flung open the back trunk and started to carry large pink bag around to the back of the house. Mrs. Tomlinson gave an apologetic smile at my mom and then yelled, "Niall, Zayn, and Liam, start the limo and hop in. We should not be late. You can go with them if you want, Bree."

     So then I followed them to the gleaming white limo, a little bit father down the huge slab of concrete that they considered a driveway.

     Liam held the door open for me and I said thanks. They followed me in.

     The inside of the limo was absolutely stunning. Black leather couch surrounded most of the walls, and there was a small bar in the back. A large flat screen TV was hanging on the wall, opposite of the window. The floor lit up purple and the ceiling did the same.

     Niall sat beside me, and Zayn sat beside him. Liam sat across from us. The car was silent, until Niall spoke up, "You're Bree, right?" I looked over at him. "Yep." Zayn sat up, "Louis talks non-stop about you. It gets annoying sometimes." Liam spoke next, "But I can see what he's talking about when he said that you were beautiful."

     I blushed. So far, the nicest one was Liam. I thanked him, again, and turned to Zayn. "He seriously talks about me?" Before Zayn could reply, Niall jumped in, "Well yeah, but in a good way. He says that he always missed you and that he begged his mom to invited you on our trip." Then Niall pulled out a bag of Doritos from under the couch., and started to munch on them loudly.

   I laughed at the fact that he hid Doritos in the back of the limo. Niall shrugged and continued to chew the food that was currently in his mouth.

    Just as I was about to ask Liam what else Louis has said, Louis and Harry opened the car door. Louis sat down on the other side of me, and Harry sat on the other couch with Liam.

    I didn't know what to say, but Zayn piped up, "Oh hi, Louis. We were just talking about your Bree-session."

     Louis's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "What does that even mean?" Liam smiled at Louis, and said, "That your obsessed with her."

     Louis's cheeks turned a dark red. "I am not obsessed with Bree! I've just missed her...in a passionate way." He smiled at me.

     Zayn was still going at it, "If we're in a world where simply missing someone is when you whisper their name in your sleep, check your phone for messages every two seconds, stalking her FaceBook, and talking obsessively about their personality and looks, hen shoot me now."

     Niall made a gun with his fingers and pretended to shoot him with it. Zayn, playing along, pretended to die on the couch. Liam and I laughed and Louis scowled.

     Then Mrs. Tomlinson poked her head through the window. "Ready to go?" Before any of us could respond, she shut the wndow dividing the back from where the driver sits and the car started to rumble down the driveway.

      This is going to be so much more fun than I thought.

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