It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


26. It Doesnt Look So Good..

I woke up to Louis laying with his head in my lap. Louis' blackeye was more visible now. I lightly traced over his jawline, and his facial features. He stirred in his sleep, and then smiled in his sleep. I kept tracing over his perfect facial features until he suddenly jolted awake. He took in his surroundings, smiling when we saw me. I smiled back at him.

"Hey babe." He smiled cheekily at me.

"Hey." I said, as he sat up. He leaned against me, and I was supporting his weight on mine. It was still quite dark outside, and I'd almost forgotten about those fights with Zayn until I saw Louis' face again. His lip and chin were all bloody, and his eye still looked like it was quite painful. He leaned in and lightly brushed at my eye. I didnt pull away, having him so close was nice. I always liked to know that he was right there. We had something special. I cant imagine it ever being different. I smiled at him, he was looking outside the windows, we were somewhere on the streets of  New York City, but I was sure Louis knew where we were.

"Babe, your eye is not as bad as I thought. Which is a huge relief. I hate how Zayn hit you." Louis said, still rubbing his hand lightly over my eye. It didnt hurt. The amount of pressure he put on it was perfect, and it actually felt good. He pulled me into a hug, whispering that he's sorry for everything that has happened. For everyhthing he let happen. I didnt say anything, because arguing wouldnt make him feel better. I licked my fingers and lightly wiped the blood off of Louis' chin and some of his lip, making sure to be careful. He smiled at me, and lightly pecked my lips, the taste of his blood washing in with me.

"We should probably get back to the hotel." Louis said. I just nodded, knowing yesterday was the last day here, and today was the day for packing and getting everything ready to leave. Louis had to try 3 times before his car started and he pulled out onto the road. It was only another 10 minutes before we made it to the hotel. It was 6:00, I knew they would all be up, and they would be nervous, and very suspicious to where we were. Paul is very protective over Louis, the most, and I dont know why. Maybe it's because he doesnt want Louis to screw up. Like Molly and me. But, Louis is around that age where he can do what he wants, he's around that age where he can ask someone to be his wife. And I hoped to be that lucky lady someday. Me and Louis both got out of the car, and walked in, as soon as we got inside, Paul shoved Louis agaisnt the wall questioning him.

"You tried something, didnt you? Where were you? Why werent you home? Why did you lie to me, Louis?" I pushed Paul back off of Louis, and I answered him this time, him being wide-eyed.

"Louis.Didnt.Try.Anything. We fell asleep during the car ride home, Louis pulled over because his eye hurt because Zayn beat us, and he did NOT lie to you." I said, then smiled sarcastically, and led Louis to my room. He had shared a room with me since he moved his stuff in here last night. So, this is his room now, too. I packed up all of my stuff pretty quickly, and then helped Louis pack his. He had his stuff everywhere. And I had only brought a few things, which got rewashed so I could rewear them. Again. Louis grabbed all his stuff, putting it into a carrying case, and we went out to the bus. Not saying a word to Molly Zayn or Paul as we went out. I didnt have anything to say to Zayn, I couldnt face Molly, and I couldnt face Paul either. Nobody else was on the bus yet, so Louis and I had time to talk for awhile. Some quality time. Which, we dont get much alone time... anymore. Louis led me to the couch, where we sat, holding hands.

"Louis, what do we say to Molly, what if Zayn goes after you in your sleep, what if Paul tries to--" Louis stopped me by smashing our lips together. There was an overcharge of butterflies, and there seemed to be an electrical current shocking us with our everymove. I felt Louis' tongue on the inside of my mouth, searching every inch of my mouth before slipping his tongue back out and ending the kiss normally. He brought his lips off mine, and we cought our breath for a minute, before he placed his lips back on mine. Another butterfly inducing kiss, the taste of Louis' blood was strong on my lips and his. He ended the kiss short, tasting the blood.

"Babe, you dont have to tell me if my blood is bothering you. I can stop. I wont be mad." Louis said, looking me straight in the eyes.

"No, Louis. It doesnt bother me. I dont mind. Please dont stop." I said, he smirked, and put his lips back on mine. It seemed like this kiss was brighter and more shocking than the fourth of July in Los Vegas.  I felt Louis' tongue again, searching my mouth hungrily again. I smiled against it, and he smiled back, deepening the kiss. As soon as he deepened the kiss, Zayn and Molly decide to walk in. But Louis doesnt stop kissing me, and I dont want him too. The sparks were flying so crazily, I though Zayn and Molly would catch on fire. They didnt. But they just rolled their eyes and scoffed at us. They walked away and went somewhere else in the bus, leaving me and Louis alone again. Louis took his lips off mine, and looked at me questioningly. I nodded at him, and I helped him get his t-shirt off. Louis kissed me again, pressing his body into mine, I could feel his bare chest. The man I love, so close. Yet, so far away. He deepened the kiss before stopping and helping me get my shirt off. I still had my bra on, but me and Louis were sitting there without our shirts. Louis was on top of me, our bare skin touching like hot metal. He deepened the kiss by using his wandering tongue again, licking every part of my mouth. Of course Paul would decide to walk in then. Louis was quick to cover me up, both of our faces were bright red. Louis grabbed his shirt off the floor, and handed it to me. He got off of me, and I quickly put the shirt on. Paul looked so mad. Louis helped me up. We tried walking past Paul, but he stopped us and broke our conjoined hands apart. Was I really thinking this way with Louis? I was, and I wasnt going to stop it. I love him.

"Louis. William. Tomlinson! I told you not to get so 'aquainted' with this girl. And what did you do? You were just about to... From this point on, I dont want to see you guys together anymore, I dont want to see you guys as a couple anymore. I want a breakup. And from here on out, Louis, you will be with me every point of the day. You wont leave my sight. As for you, Miss Kendal, we will be dropping you back off home. As soon as we can. I will give you guys some time to get your breakup out of the way. Please." Paul said. I looked at Louis, he was crying. The worst thing that could've possibly happened, just happened. I couldnt hold my tears. Louis took my hands, and we sat back down on the couch that made us ruin everything. I hate this couch now. Stupid, stupid, stupid teenage feelings. I love Louis, and I cant imagine my life without him.

"Louis... I ruined everything. I'm so sorry Lou." I said, losing control over my emotions, and I threw myself into Louis' arms. He had his hands over his eyes, crying so hard. I didnt know what to say anymore.

"! I cant let this happen. You are my girl, I cant let him break us apart. I wont let him. I cant let him do this to us. I gave you my heart, and I dont want to take it back. You're the only one for me. And I wont let him do this to us." Louis said. I stared to cry again. I tried to stay strong, but I couldnt hold it. I wiped his tears away, before speaking again.

"Louis, this isnt over. I cant let him get away with my heart. If he takes you away from me, it would equal ripping my heart out of my body and leaving me hear to die. I wont let him do this." I said.

"This cant happen. If, if he takes you away from me, I will quit One Direction. There will be no more Louis Tomlinson from Louis, I would kill myself. I cant live without you and I wont. We need to run away, to get away from here. Something. I need you. I love you. There isnt anyone else out there for me. I shouldnt have been so forward. I hate myself for this. If he takes you away from me, that is the moment that I will jump off this bus, and there will be no more Louis. You're my heart, soul and mind, I cant take you back. I love you too much. I dont see why this makes sense for him to try to take you away, he doesnt control my life. Paul doesnt decide what I do with my life. I cant let him take you. Not you. Not this, you are the most important thing in my life!" I wanted to say something else. I wanted to calm him down. There was nothing I could say. And then, Paul walked back out, and there was no more time for saying anything. He came over and grabbed Louis by the arm, and told him it was time to go.

"Paul, please! This is the most important thing, she is the most important. I will quit One Direction if you make us go seperate ways. I wont screw up or try anything again, I promise! Please?" Louis was practically pleading his whole life on the line, wishing for me to stay with him. I couldnt believe this. I wanted to say something so badly, but I couldnt.

"Paul, I wont do it again, please!" Louis pleaded again. Paul thought about it for a minute. Paul then dragged Louis into the other room where they drove the bus. As soon as he was gone, I felt cold. My other half was gone, like he never was before. I wondered when I would see him again, if I ever would. Could Paul risk losing Louis? He cant. He couldnt possibly. It felt like someone had just taken my heart out of my chest with their bare hands. Then Paul and Louis came back out. I didnt know whether this would be good or not, but juste with Louis being in the same room as me again, my heart was being glued back together. Paul opened his mouth, about to tell us his decision. I crossed my fingers, and whatever was left of my heart was squeezing. I was so anxious.






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