Breaking Free

Ever felt smothered by everyone else's idea of what your life should be like? Have you ever just wanted to say "Stop! It's my life!" to those closest to you? We all have, haven't we? I bet you were too afraid to do it though. So you kept your mouth shut, and did exactly what you always told yourself you would never do: you followed the rules set by people who don't really know you, and let THEM control your life. But what could happen if you finally just said no? If you decided to follow your own dream? Would something amazing happen? Would you fall in love? Would you find what you've been looking for your whole life? What could happen if you just...broke free?


32. Beanies, Ringtones, and Warnings.


Author's Note: Hi lovelies! This chapter is dedicated to the user "Arielle Styles" because she commented and said she was depressed recently :( Well I hope this chapter cheers you up and you feel better babe because you're beautiful!

Sorry it took so long to update, it's been a craaaaazy week for me. But hopefully this chapter will make the wait worth it, and I'm sorry in advance for the cliffhanger ;)

Don't forget to like, fav, and comment! Now enough of me, back to the story! xx


One Month Later...

"Niall where the hell is my guitar?" Belle asked menacingly, stalking closer and closer to Niall with each passing step across the empty stage at Sheffield Motorpoint Arena.

"Uhh..." Niall stuttered as he slightly stumbled backward over a loose wire whilst stepping back from a furious Belle. "I-I don't know what you're talking about Belle I haven't--"

"Oh don't bullshit with me Niall!" Belle said, raising her voice enough to peak the curiosity of Liam and Zayn, who were running through the empty aisles in a foot race. "I saw you eyeing it yesterday in rehearsals and you've always admired it, and now it's missing! Tell me where it is!"

"Belle I--" Niall cut himself off as he backed into an amp onstage, essentially becoming trapped by an extremely livid Belle. Her guitar was her pride and joy, and now it was missing and the last person seen with it was the one and only Niall James Horan.

Belle leaned in close and menacingly whispered to her Irish friend, low enough so that Liam and Zayn, who had just jumped on the stage to investigate, wouldn't hear. "You tell me where my baby is right now, and I might not show everyone the pictures I took of you when you were dancing naked in Louis' hotel room the other night after having a couple pints." Belle leaned back and saw that Niall had gone white as a sheet and his eyes were huge.

Niall gulped. "Y-You took pictures?" He asked.

Belle smirked and said, "Maybe. You willing to take that risk pretty boy?"

Niall opened his mouth to respond but before he could Liam walked over and said, "Hey guys, everything okay?"

"I don't know." Belle said nonchalantly, smiling at Liam and Zayn before turning back to Niall. "Is everything okay Niall?"

Niall held his breath for a moment before exhaling and pointing to a case just barely visible underneath the big dropback curtain at the back of the stage. Belle smirked and leaned forward to kiss Niall on the cheek and say, "That's what I thought," before running off to grab her beloved instrument.

It had been one month since that first concert and Belle still couldn't quite wrap her head around just how perfect her life was. Her relationship with Louis was getting stronger each passing day, the fans shipped "Louelle" and she hardly got any hate, the boys loved her to death, her singing was phenomenal, and she hadn't heard a peep out of her family back in California nor from Alan since she'd picked Louis and the boys over them. She'd celebrated her nineteenth birthday two weeks ago and Louis had organized a huge surprise party for her with the whole band and tour crew which had been an amazing night. And the whole "heiress runs away from home" story had finally gotten swept under the rug in the social world, so she was done getting harassed about that issue by the paparazzi. And to make things even better, Syco had been dropping subtle hints here and there about signing Belle once the tour was over!

Life was so perfect. 

But perfect never lasts, does it?

Just as Belle reached down to pick up her guitar case from underneath the curtain where Niall had hid it, she squeaked as she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, and warm, soft lips press against her neck. Belle giggled and turned around to look into those mesmerizing blue eyes she loved so much.

"Well hello there beautiful." Louis murmured before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Hey there handsome." Belle replied, wrapping her arms around Louis' neck as he rested his hands on her waist, pulling them even closer.

"So what are you--" Louis cut himself off as he looked at the top of Belle's head with a bemused expression.

Belle cocked her head to the side. "What is it?"

"Is that my beanie you're wearing?" He asked, tilting his chin up to indicate the red beanie that was in fact his, resting on top of Belle's pretty brown hair, which had actually taken the time to straighten today.

"Erm, no, I don't know what you're talking about." Belle replied, a little too innocently.

Louis looked down at his girlfriend with playful suspicion twinkling in his gorgeous eyes. "Is that so? Because if I recall correctly, just the other night you were admiring it and this morning I couldn't seem to find it. But you would never take my beanie...would you?"

Belle bit her bottom lip to stifle a giggle and jumped out of Louis' arms. "Nope not me, never." She said playfully, walking backwards across the stage and away from her boyfriend in a teasing manner. Louis rolled his eyes and starting walking towards her.

"Belle," He said as he saw the resolve form in her eyes as she peeked over her shoulder at the empty arena for an escape route. She turned and looked at him and bit her lip again mischieviously. "Belle don't even--"

"Catch me if you can Tommo!" Belle shouted, turning around and sprinting towards the edge of the stage, gracefully jumping off of it and running up the empty aisles, leaving Louis dumbstruck on stage. The other boys, who had been joined by Harry at this point, burst out laughing.

"Oh shut it!" Louis yelled at them, but he wasn't really mad.

Niall put his hand over his stomach and threw his head back as he spoke in between bouts of laughter, "!"

Louis wanted to smart off to his friend with a witty comeback but instead he just smiled because in all honesty, Niall was right. He was totally and completely whipped by Anabelle Lee Costa.

"Hey Tomlinson!" Louis heard Belle shout from the back of the floor level of the massive empty Sheffield arena. As Louis turned and squinted his eyes to look at her, he saw his beautiful girlfriend standing there with her hands on her hips. "What? You too out of shape to catch a girl?!" She shouted again, putting her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice.

"Alright that's it." Louis muttered, jumping off of the stage and going into a full on sprint to chase after Belle. She squealed and started to run away as fast as she could, bounding up the stairs away from Louis. He was ridiculously faster than her though, and caught up with her in no time, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up and spinning her on one of the flat levels where the stairs stopped. Belle threw her head back and laughed.

When Louis finally set her down, he turned Belle around to face him. He grinned down at her and she put on a fake pout.

"You caught me." Belle said, pushing his chest playfully. Louis instantly grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, shocking her.

He put a hand on Belle's cheek and leaned in close, hovering his lips just above hers. "I'll always catch you Belle."

Belle's pretty brown eyes twinkled as she looked up at her amazing boyfriend from underneath her long eyelashes. His words just made her heart melt, and she knew he meant them one hundred percent.

After just a second or two, Louis and Belle both leaned in at the same time, connecting their lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The kiss was just started to get heated when Belle felt Louis jerk the beanie off of her head. She leaned back and dropped her jaw in shock, staring up at a giggling Louis. She had been so absorbed in the kiss that she hadn't even felt his hand leave her cheek and move up to take the beanie.

Belle opened her mouth to scold Louis but he looked so proud of himself she couldn't help but smile at his beaming expression.

"Mine now!" He said in typical loud-Louis fashion as he fixed the beanie upon his head, looking up with his eyes as if he could actually see it. Once he had it adjusted, he looked down at Belle with yet another of his signature smiles. "Do I look good?"

Belle laughed. "Always, but..." She reached up and brushed some of the stray strands of brown hair away from his forehead, tucking them underneath the red beanie. She put her hand down and smiled. "That's better." She said.

Louis grinned. "Do you know how much I love you?" He asked.

Belle giggled, taking his hand and entertwining their fingers before they began walking down the steps back towards the stage. "No, how much?" She asked playfully.

Louis sighed and pretended to think intently for a moment before turning back to her. "More than Niall likes food."

"Pssh, whatever." Belle said, leaning into Louis teasingly as they continued to the floor level of the arena.

"You're right." Louis said. "I got to think about something about, I love you more than Charlie Sheen loves cocaine and hookers!" Belle threw her head back and laughed at that one, covering up her mouth with her free hand to keep from squeaking. "No, no, I've got a better one, I love you more than a dungbeetle loves poo!"

"Louis...stop!" Belle said in between gasps and giggles, holding onto his arm with her free hand. Louis smiled down at her. She was so beautiful, even as she laughed hysterically at his lame jokes. He loved making her laugh, making her smile, making her feel like she was worth the whole world. He could never understand why she was so insecure about herself. Belle was the epitome of perfect.

"Okay, okay," Louis said, abruptly coming to a stop and turning Belle to face him. She smiled up at him, still giggling as he took her other hand in his own as well. He looked down at their connected fingers and rubbed small circles over the back of her hand for a few seconds. Then he looked down at her beautiful face with a thoughtful expression. "But seriously Belle. I-I love you more than I ever thought possible. More than there are stars in the sky, more than there's oxygen in the air, more than there are words on every piece of paper in the world. I love you more than I could even begin to accurately describe. Because no matter what I say, it won't be enough. That's how much I love you Anabelle Lee Costa."

Belle's bottom lip quivered as tears began to well up in her eyes at his beautiful words. Louis smiled and reached a hand up to run his thumb over her bottom lip. "I love you even more Louis." She said in an almost whisper. Louis chuckled, his chest vibrating as he leaned in close to her.

"There's no way." He mumbled against her mouth before pressing his lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

"I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I spent on you,"

Louis and Belle broke away as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at it incredulously before turning back to Belle, who was trying to stifle a giggle. "Babe, how many times have you changed my ringtone now? Five? Six?"

"Only twice! Come on, it's a good song!" She said, trying to defend herself. Louis just laughed and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissing the top of her forehead.

"I'm just teasing babe." He murmured before releasing her and answering the phone.


'I'm going to go talk to the boys.' Belle mouthed wordlessly at Louis so she wouldn't interrupt the phone conversation. Louis smiled and nodded, releasing his beautiful girl and watching her walk up to the boys on stage. He was so entranced in her beauty that he forgot that someone was on the other end of the line.

"Hello? Is anybody still there? Hello?" The somewhat familiar voice asked.

"Oh, shit. Yeah I'm here. Uh, who is this?" Louis asked.

"Okay good. Is this Louis Tomlinson?"

"Erm, yeah. Who are you?" He asked yet again. The voice sounded so familiar, where had he heard it before?

The voice on the other line sighed. "Thank goodness, this is the fourth number I've tried. Look, are you with Belle?"

Louis scrunched up his nose in confusion. "Yeah I'm with Belle, why-- wait, how do you know Belle? And who the hell is this?" He asked for the third time, getting annoyed that the person wouldn't just answer him.

"Look Louis, you need to keep an extra eye out on Belle, her dad is going to try and come back after her again okay? You can't let them get to her man, they're bad people!"

Louis' face turned red in anger at this stranger. "Wait are you fucking threating my girlfriend you little--"

"No dude, not me!" The voice interrupted hastily. "I just told you, her dad is the one sending people, I'm just warning you. I want her to be safe and I know you want that as well!"

Louis relaxed a bit and his face returned to its normal color. "So...her dad still wants to take her back to the States?" He asked, a bit more calm now.

"Yes. And that dickhead will keep trying, trust me. Just like, put some more security on her or something okay? I'm doing what I can but you're the only person I could call because she won't speak to me. I swear to you man, I'm telling the truth."

Louis cocked his head to the side in confusion. This stranger obviously knew about Belle's family, more specifically her dad, and he was very concerned about her safety. He also knew that Louis was the person to call. And why did he say Belle wouldn't speak to him? She wasn't like that.

Damn his voice was so familiar...

Then it clicked.


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