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:)


22. Real Love<3

I woke back up, Louis awake before me this time. He was just twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. I noticed I was awake, and he smiled down at me.

"I feel better now. What about you babe?" Louis asked me. I did feel better, I felt completely returned to normal.

"Yeah, way better." I said, getting out from under the blankets, and attempting to stand up, but Louis whined and pulled me back to him. He was sitting up and resting his head on the headboard, and he brought me over to him. He smirked at me, and I smiled back. He pulled me into a hug, and I kissed his cheek. I gently put my head back on the headboard and Louis let out a soft groan, today he had a concert. Well, tomorrow he did, anyways. Which means they need to practice their songs.

"We need to get up. But I dont want to." I heard Louis say, and then he groaned and I could feel his chest rumble, for I had placed my head on his chest again. I smiled at him, lifting my head back up. He ran a hand from my cheek to my neck, and smiled. Is our relationship really TOO serious? I dont think so... neither does Louis. But someday, he wants it to be, and so do I. Louis stood up, carefully, and I used his shoulders to stand up myself. We could walk on our own now, and we could walk in a straight line again. I guess we just needed more rest and more time to let the alcohol wear off. Louis put his arm on my waist, which I became used to the feeling of. He isnt afraid to tell the world that I'm his, or to put his hands on me. I know he isnt. I like this about him. Someone opened the door as soon as we got to it, and it hit us both right on the noses. Louis and I cried out in pain, as Liam walked in. Louis spun me on his body to the other side of him, away from Liam.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry you guys... I didnt mean to hit you in the faces. I just had to come in here and get you guys to get up. It's time to face the rest of the day, you drunken idiots." Liam joked with us, trying to lighten the mood. But, he wasnt doing a very good job of it. Louis looked over at me, we were both still holding our noses. I felt some warm liquid ooze out underneath my fingers, it was blood. Louis looked at me, worry on his face. I tried to tell him that he was bleeding also, but he quickly picked me up and ran me out the door away from Liam and into a private room. The infirmary room? I didnt even know we had one. Louis called out Paul's name a few times before Paul came rushing in. It was all a blur, my head felt woozy and I was dizzy. Louis was bleeding too! Paul noticed Louis' bleeding from a similar cut in his nose too, and they kept yelling back and forth. Louis demanded that we fix me first, before they try to help him out. My eyes rolled back into my head a few times, and Louis noticed once, he ran over to me, wide-eyed, sitting next to me and pulling me into his lap. Paul looked like he was about to cry. I couldnt really hear anything much, but I could hear Louis now, him being so close.

"Paul, she's the most important thing in my life! God, please help her! If anything happens to her, I will die! Paul, please!!" I heard Louis almost yelling. Why do all these things happen to me? I was fine, just when you hit a specific place in your nose, it can knock you out. Simple as that. That's whats happening. All this yelling finally drew Niall in here. He grew wide-eyed when he saw me, running over. Louis didnt want to let me go, but Niall wrapped me in a hug. He set me back down, and I was still the same way. I was sitting inbetween Louis' legs, and he had me leaned back against his chest. I could feel him, sweating a little, and his heartbeat was racing. So fast, I felt like his heart would explode.

"Louis?" I called out. Not loudly, it came out as a whisper. Louis pressed his lips to my neck, and whispered against it, that he was here, that he wasnt leaving me. No matter what happened. He told me if I ever died, he would sit right there, and that would be his deathbed too. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I knew I was fine. I knew I wasnt going to do something as drastic as dying, but Louis didnt know. I felt a tear drip down, and it landed on Louis' hand, he was still against my neck.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Louis whispered almost directly into my ear. I nodded slightly.

"Yes. I'm fine. Liam just hit the spot that makes some people faint." I said. Louis still held me tightly. He wasnt letting me go so easily. I tried to wriggle out of his reach, which probably only affended him, but he drew me back. Closer this time. I settled into Louis' chest, and I heard him sigh, a nice, relief sigh. He just wanted to be here with me, through anything. I smiled, and Niall noticed it, he gave Louis a thumbs up and a wink. What for? I dont know, I felt Louis rest his chin on my shoulder, me putting my head on his. I felt his hair, tickling at the side of my neck. Paul smiled, and left the room, after placing bandages lightly on me and Louis' noses.

I turned to look at Louis, there was love and compassion in his eyes.

"Louis, I'm fine. I promise." I said to him, now that we were alone.

"I just cant bear it when something happens to you. You're my girl, and nobody will change that. I really love you, Kendal. I do. This is real, I've never felt this for any other girl before. Sure, I'm possesive and overly protective, but I wont let anyone do anything to you. I cant. I wouldnt be able to stand life without you. You're my love." Louis said, never breaking eye-contact with me. I felt tears spill over my cheeks, which he wiped, and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him, lovingly. Maybe our relationship was serious. It had only been about 4 months. But it feels like more. Louis brought our lips together, and this kiss was perfect. He moved in front of me, and deepened the kiss, making it better. I felt his tongue in my mouth and our tongues met. It was a french kiss. Louis' tongue explored every inch of my mouth before he finally ended the kiss. There were tears in his eyes, and he pulled me into a hug. I heard someone clear their throat at the doorway. Molly. She was mischeviously smiling at me and Louis. Louis blushed, and took his hands off of me, ending the hug.

"I heard everything and saw everything. Yeah, you guys are perfect. And was that a tongue I saw, Louis Tomlinson?!" Molly said, I couldnt tell if she was joking or not. We all stared at each other indimidately, until Molly stared laughing. It was a joke. "I'm kidding, you know. All I saw was the kiss and the hug. And then I broke it up. I'm sorry.." Molly finished, and left out the door, me and Louis were alone again. Louis looked at me, and smiled, still blushing a little. I pulled him into a hug this time, and he buried his head in my neck, and planted some kisses there. He pulled away and smiled, making me smile back. Louis went back to my neck, and sucked on some of my skin, I knew he was leaving a hickie. I grabbed onto his back, wishing he would just kiss me already. He stopped, and led a trail of kisses up my neck, and finally finding my lips. We kissed for what seemed like forever, he deepened the kiss more than the last one, and it turned into a french kiss again, our tongues meeting in the middle. My stomach was overpowering with butterflies. When he pulled away, he bit my bottom lip lightly. I had never had someone as special as he, and I was hoping this would never end between us. Someday, I want to die in his arms. I smiled, and leaned into him, kissing his neck, he moaned slightly when I left a hickie on him, also. He left his mark, and I left mine. Louis grabbed my hand, intertwining my fingers in his, and we both walked back out of the infirmary room.. or wherever we were just then. Seemed like somewhere not on Earth. A perfect place, with only me and Louis. Only love. And then something hit me like a bullet: Louis is the only guy I've ever felt like this about. Sure, I've had past boyfriends, maybe 3, but they werent like Louis. They didnt care about me as much as he did. They didnt want anything long-term. They couldnt make me have butterflies every time they touched me, like Louis does. I realised something, the bullet of knowledge seemed to hit me: I'm in love with Louis. Completely in love. There is no one else. I'm in love with Louis.

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