Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back

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CAYCIA

One week later, New Years 2012/13

I walked into Harry's house, excited to finally have the chance to meet him. He'd been so MIA since I'd moved here. He was always with his girlfriend, and never with the boys. Zayn grabbed my coat, hanging it up and wrapping his long arm around my waist protectively.

I smiled, seeing curly haired Harry standing in front of us, "you must be Harry! I'm Caycia. It's so nice to finally meet you!" I stepped forward, placing my hand in front of me to be shaken.

"Yes, Hi! I've heard a lot about you, but we don't do handshakes here, we're family!" He smiled, and I instantly fell in love with his charm. He leaned forward, towering over me as he hugged me. "Welcome to my home. I have an announcement to make later, so please stick indoors."

He gently touched my arm before walking around us to greet the next guest to walk in the door. I turned to Zayn, "well I'm glad I finally met him. It's been forever already!" I exclaimed.

Zayn turned to me, laughing, "and they say I'm the one who's always with his girl."

I laughed too, "I wonder what this big announcement is! I'm so excited!"

"Could be anything really. Would you like something to drink babe?"

"Mmm, I'd love something, thank you."

He leaned forward placing a kiss to my forehead before heading off towards the kitchen. I looked around, admiring the elegance of Harry's house. It was large, with big, clear glass windows overlooking the entire city of London. The house was stylish, but still clearly a bachelor's pad.

It was hard to believe that Harry was so young, yet he had such a large home. It was like he wasn't even fully matured, yet he owned something so mature and grown up. It all seemed so crazy, but it didn't. This house fit Harry's personality. I didn't know Harry that well personally, but from what I'd heard he was like I just knew that this house was perfect for him. I couldn't imagine it any other way.

"Here babe," Zayn stood in front of me, handing me a wine cooler.

"Oh, thank you," I smiled, grabbing it from his hands.

"Everyone! Can I get everyone's attention!" Harry was standing on the stairs, flailing his arms to get us all to look. We all turned, excited to hear the news which he was about to share. "Okay well now that everyone's here, I have an announcement to make!" His slow drawl didn't keep me very amused. "As you all know I've been dating a woman for quite some time now and it's gotten quite serious so I'd like to finally introduce you all to her." He smiled, extending his arm towards the upper floor, "so I'd like to introduce to you all, my fiancée . . ." and then she walked out and I nearly screamed.

"Penny!" I whispered, not wanting to bring attention to myself.

Zayn turned to me, "wait. You know her?"

"Yes! She's been my best friend since I was in grade ten!" I said excitedly, grabbing his arm and jumping up and down. "Oh my god! I can't believe she's engaged to Harry!"

When the crowd dispersed to go back talking with the other guests, I ran. I ran towards Penny screaming her name and tackling her in a bear hug.

"Tare? Is that you?!" She screamed at me, tackling me right back.

"It's Caycia, remember?" I laughed nervously. "Where the hell have you been hiding? I've been trying to get in contact with you since you moved here, you bitch!" I said, poking fun at her.

"Well, I've been with this goofball," she smiled at Harry and I could tell in that moment that they truly loved each other. They just shared this look between them that there was no one else in the universe. Their love for each other radiated around the room, making it seem like nothing else was more important in that moment than each other. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, understanding clearly that it wasn't the sort of love Zayn and I had, though we still loved each other.

"I've missed you so much Cayc," she touched my hand, squeezing it gingerly.

"Me too, Pen. I haven't seen you in forever. Congrats on the engagement, you two just look so happy," I smiled at her, forgetting just how much I really missed her.

She beamed, "thanks!" She leaned into Harry's side, molding into it perfectly. "Hey, why don't we celebrate! Come! Let's do some shots!" She giggled, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen. She pulled me into the kitchen, grabbing two shot glasses out of the cupboards and placing them on the counter. She grabbed some tequila, filling the small glasses and placing the tequila bottle back on the granite counters. She looked at me, smiling and handing me one of the shot glasses. She lifted her own, "cheers!" Our cups clinked and I leaned my head back, feeling the burn in my throat.

Seven shot glasses later, we were hammered. It felt like high school all over again, Penny and I drunk together, goofing off, tripping all over ourselves. I couldn't stop talking, I was rambling, but that always happened when I was drunk. The room was spinning and my feet couldn't seem to find their way across the floor. It was like the floor was rippled, and my feet just couldn't seem to steady themselves.

Penny and I were both giggling messes, but I really could care less. It just felt really good having my best friend again, someone who knew my history already, someone who didn't judge me. Being around Penny made me feel relaxed, and relieved.

"Remember that time we wet toilet paper and threw it on the ceiling in the gym change rooms?" Penny asked.

I burst out laughing, spitting my glass of wine out in front of me. We both fell into a fit of giggles, laughing at the ridiculous things we used to do in high school. "Fuck yes! Remember we had to clean the school for the next two weeks!"

"Oh my god, that was fucking awful!" Penny said and we both burst out laughing again, the alcohol making us giggle so much we got hiccups.

"Uggh," hiccup, "I think I need to get some air," I said to Penny, trying my best to stand up. I was pigeon-toed as I used all the strength in my arms to pull myself up. I was doing my best to not spread my legs in this short dress.

I stumbled my way to the balcony doors, opening them and sauntering over to the railing. I used both hands to hold onto the balcony railing, taking in one large breath of air to clear the hiccups. The air was refreshing, helping me to sober up.

I reached into my purse, pulling out a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Placing the cigarette in my mouth I lit it, sucking in the poison and blowing it out.

"Since when do you smoke?"

I jumped, startled that someone had been watching me. I turned around, "Who's the- oh, Louis." I took another drag.

"Cayc, why are you smoking?" He said to me. He was sitting on a bench in the far corner of the patio with a Corona in his hand. It was dark where he was sitting, with no lights out on the patio so it was hard to see his face.

"Well Louis," suck in, breathe out, "there's a lot you don't know about me now."

"Oh, c'mon Caycia. You don't smoke . . . who are you kidding?"

I ignored him, taking in another puff.

"When did this start?" he asked, pointing to my cigarette.

I walked over towards him, sitting down beside him, my naked thigh touching his dress pants. I ignored him again, and he placed his hand on my thigh, surprising me. "Cayc?" He was soft as he looked into my eyes, grabbing the cigarette and throwing it over the railing.

"Well it started when you left me . . ." I trailed off.

"I-I'm sorry," his tone softened even more. His thumb was rubbing small circles on my inner thigh, but I never pushed it away. Instead, I leaned in closer to him, aroused by his soft touch.

He looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't breathe for a moment as I looked into the sea of blue. I had forgotten just how much I loved his eyes. He leaned in even closer to me and my breath hitched in my throat. His cologne filled my nostrils and I felt my core heat.

We slowly leaned in towards each other, soaking in each and every moment. I shuddered when I felt his soft lips press against mine. His kiss was soft, gentle and it was completely different from the way Zayn kissed. My hands instinctively went up towards his face, taking his cheek in my palm.

His hands went to my back, pulling me in closer towards him. I fisted my fingers through his hair and pulled, eliciting a moan from his throat. I felt his hands move downwards and I threw my head back, moaning. He took advantage of this and kissed the one spot which drove me nuts - my neck.

Our lips touched each other's again like they'd never been apart, his tongue easily slipping into my mouth. We were both moaning and humming as our tongues moved together. Our hands were desperate to feel each other, running up and down, pulling and stroking, softly but desperately touching each other.

"One minute till midnight!" Harry yelled from inside the flat. We pulled away from each other quickly, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. I wasn't even aware that we'd gotten so carried away. I moved away from him, feeling the sudden awkwardness. I cleared my throat, taking a sip of my wine.

Just then I heard the glass door slide open and Zayn walked out, a small glass of whiskey in his hands.

"Hey babe I've been looking for you," Zayn said as he walked up to me, kissing me on the forehead. "Oh, hey Louis man." They pounded fists and then Zayn turned his attention to me again, "c'mere babe." He said, grabbing my hand to pull me up. I tossed my cigarette to the ground, stomping it out.

"You having fun?" He asked me, kissing my cheek and wrapping his arm protectively around my waist.

"Mm, yes baby." I murmured, smelling the alcohol on my own breath. We began swaying together.

"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" He kissed the soft skin right in front of my ear and I moaned, feeling awkward that Louis was still sitting five feet behind us.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven," Zayn and I leaned in closer to each other, "four, three, two, one!" Our lips pressed together and the whole world melted away. "Happy New Year!" Everyone inside the house yelled, but Zayn and I weren't listening, we were still very slowly and softly kissing each other. I wasn't used to this softness from him, his kisses usually being rough and fast, but this was slow, this was erotic, this I liked.

I remembered that Louis was sitting on the bench so I pulled away, and Zayn pulled me into a hug. I looked over his shoulder to see Louis sitting there, staring into my eyes with pure pain. I couldn't help but flinch at the look written all over his face.

Did I still care about him or was it just the alcohol?

It must be the alcohol.

But maybe . . .

Just maybe . . .

It wasn't . . .

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