I Think That Possibly, Maybe I'm Falling For You

A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic


12. Ch. 12


I’d just told Stephanie about what happened today at Disneyland and I wish I hadn’t because she was bombarding me with stupid questions like these.

I tried calming her down. “Stephaniiiiiieeee….” I sang.

“WHAT?” She asked, exasperated.

“You need to calm down.” I said.

“But you need to tell me about the kiss!”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I assured her.

“But you ALWAYS kiss and tell. Tell me how it was!” She countered.

I sighed. “Stephanie, here’s how it went… he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and it was over. That is all, nothing else.”

“No sparks or anything?” She pushed.

I took a second to think about this. Did I feel sparks? The only feeling I remember having at the time was confusion, so I don’t think know.

“Yoohoooo! You still there? I can’t believe Louis freaking Tomlinson kissed you!”

“You said you had something to tell me?” I asked, changing the subject. “What was it?”

“Oh yes! Remember that party I told you I was going to?”

“Yep.” I answered.

“Guess who was there?!”

“I don’t know.”


“I said I don’t know!” I really wasn’t up for guessing games at the moment, and to be honest, I was a little irritated. Not because of Stephanie, but because of the day’s events that took place.

“Come on, just guess.”

“Ughh fine.” I sighed. “Oprah?”

“What the fuck, Kayla! Oprah?! What the hell would she be doing at a party?!”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me. “You said to guess and I did. So, who was there and why should I care?” I asked, pushing her to cut to the chase.

“Chris!” She said, making something in my stomach upset. “He was there! Chris Moore, can you believe it?!”

“And again..why should I care?”

“He’s your ex, Kayla. Don’t you wanna know what he’s up to? Or who he was with?”

“Not really, no.” I said as emotionless as I could.

“Well I’m gonna tell you anyways! He was with… drumroll please.”


“Ugh, you suck. Fine, he was with Tricia! Yes, as in Tricia the one works at the building across from you guys!”

“Sluuuuuut.” I said in a sing-song voice.

“See? You do care. Ha!”

“Do not.”

“Calling your ex’s new girl names shows you still care or have some type of lingering feelings toward him.”

“Yes, hatred.”

“Not those types of feelings, you know what I mean. You still care about Chris! That’s why you’re name-dropping Tricia.”

“No, she’s just a slut.” I countered.

“And how do you know that? You don’t work with her, you barely even know her.”

“She’s pretty much slept with everyone in her building, a little, actually…various little birdies have told me. She’s quite the talk in our district.” I said.

“I think you’re lying.” Stephanie countered, trying to get me to admit to feelings that weren’t lingering…I think.

“They call her the ‘Penis Fly-Trap.’”

I heard loud laughter erupt from the other line.

“Ok, now I know you’re lying.” Stephanie said. “Damn, I wish I had thought of that nickname.”

“I’m not lying.” I said seriously.

“Anywayyyys, yesterday at the party Chris and Tricia-“

I cut her off once again. “Save it, I’m not interested.”

“Fiiiiiine,” She said disappointedly. Stephanie lives for sharing gossip and I don’t care much for it so she gets bummed whenever I don’t listen to her “juicy stories” as she likes to call them. I always try my best to listen, or just pretend that I’m listening to her gossip to not make her feel bad but I wasn’t interested in hearing about my ex-boyfriend. It was bad enough that I ran into him at the office before coming on tour. It’s a shame, I had been doing a pretty good job of dodging him until that day.

“Well,” Stephanie said. “I’ve got work tomorrow and it’s pretty late over here so I’ll let you go. Night night!”

“Goodnight.” I said, and she hung up.

What was Chris doing with Tricia, though. Not that I care. It’s just that..it’ll make me look bad that he’s with her after being with me. Chris and I dated in high school, we were together for about three years. We broke up when we both got offered the same job because it was against company policy to date a coworker and we both didn’t want to jeopardize this massive opportunity for what we thought was romance. Things were fine between us, I guess. We hung out as friends and stuff but when we started getting invited to company events at clubs and VIP lounges and such, she started whoring around and that’s when things completely changed between us. Yeah, it’s been hard but I’m over that relationship…


I looked toward the door. “Are the boys back already?” I thought to myself, looking at my watch. “Maybe Niall forgot his keycard.”

There was another impatient knock at the door and I stood up. “Cominnnngg!” I said as I walked up to the door and opened it. I sighed. “Zayn, what do you want?”

“Kaylaaa, aren’t you glad to see me?” He slurred.

“No, go away.”

“You looked very sexy tonight. Come give me some love.” He said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

I pushed against his chest, trying to get as much distance between us but it ended with him tightening his grip on me.

“Zayn, let me go!” I demanded.

“Shh!” He said, bringing up a finger to his lips. “You’re gonna wake everybody.”

I cringed, his breath smelled strongly of alcohol and his nails were starting to dig into my skin.

“Zayn, let me go or I will scream!” I threatened.

A smirk played on his lips and he brought his face closer to mine. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Those words sent a shiver down my spine and I was starting to get scared so I did the thing I thought was best to do at the moment. I kicked my knee up and hit his balls. He instantly let me go, doubling over in pain.

“You bitch!” He yelled at me angrily.

A door across the hall opened and Louis stuck his head out. I could only see up to his shoulder, but I could tell he was shirtless. He was wearing his glasses and a beanie.

“What’s going on?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

I looked at Zayn and he was now in fetal position, holding his junk.

“Zayn,” Louis called out. “You ok, mate?”

Zayn gave him a thumbs-up without moving from his position.

Louis looked at me with a what-the-fuck-is-going-on expression and I looked down, rubbing my arm.

“Um…ok. I’m not going to get into this.” He said, closing the door.

I looked at Zayn and his eyes were closed.

“Zayn?” He didn’t move or answer so I shoved him with my foot. “Zayn!”

Zayn opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Are you going to sleep in the hallway?” I asked him.

“Is that an invite to your place?” He asked with a smirk.

That made my blood boil and I went to my door. What the fuck, I was being nice and there he goes with his stupid flirting. I stuck up my middle finger. “You’re rude, goodbye.” I said before slamming the door.

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