Coincidental Meeting (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

I meet Louis Tomlinson by complete coincidence. I'll let you figure out the rest.
*Note* Not your typical fanfic about a One Direction member.

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30. 30. Difficult Decisions

I hung out with Brianna and Emily for the rest of the day. I loved spending time with them but I hated being away from Louis. At around six p.m. Brianna and Emily left because they were going on a double date with Liam and Harry. They had to start getting ready. Brianna would take the longest being the girlier of the two of them.

I knew the boys wouldn't be getting out of the studio until at least seven thirty then it would be around eight when Louis got here. But, he was probably going home to get more clothes. I needed to know when he was going to be here.

When you coming by Lou :)

I sat my phone on the counter and started going through the cabinets. My phone started vibrating and nearly fell off the counter but I caught it just in time to see Louis' text.

Around nine :) going to go home and get a few things then I'll be there, why do you miss me? ;)

I smiled and knew I had enough time to make him dinner. It would be a late dinner but it would be something special. I loved making Louis smile just as much as he loved making me smile.

I miss you, why wouldn't I? Get back to work though silly. I'll see you later.

It didn't take long for him to respond.

I love you Maria. I'll see you soon.

Louis could put a smile on my face no matter what. I was falling for Louis but I wasn't going to be ready to say it for awhile. All the hurt in my life made me keep my guard up. I always got slightly nervous when Louis said it because I felt like he thought if he said it enough it would make me want to say it back to him. I'll explain to him tonight, it doesn't matter how many times he says it because I am going to wait until I am ready to say it back to him.

I found everything I needed to make tamales in my cabinets and freezer. I loved cooking and it was easy to relax while I was cooking as well. I started cooking while singing along to the radio. I was singing in Spanish because an old Selena song was on. I was dancing around the kitchen when my phone started ringing. I was a bit confused because hardly anyone ever called me but I knew it would be better to answer. I didn't recognize the number at first and usually I don't answer for numbers I don't know but for some reason I did this time.

"Hello?"

I heard the static immediately and knew that this was no ordinary call. My father was calling me and he never called just to say hello. He never called to ask me how I was doing. Yes, these things would be said but there would always be more. There would be a small amount of chit chat exchanged between us and then he'd ask me to help him with something.

"Mija, I'm so glad you answered." he started off and before I could say anything else, "How are you?"

"Good. Why are you calling?"

"Can't I just call to check on my favorite daughter?"
"I'm your only daughter and I wish that was the reason you were calling."

"Well mija you see I need your help."

Here we go again. My life could never be good for more than a few days. I swear it's like my father knew when I was enjoying life and he couldn't allow it. He ruined his life a long time ago so he wants to make sure my life is just as hard. The worst part about it I knew I couldn't say no. My father could work a guilt trip on me faster than anyone else. I hated that.

"I need you to go do a run with Jorge."

Immediately I felt hurt because I explained to my father I didn't want to ever work with Jorge ever again. The last time I did something with Jorge I barely got back home.

"No. I won't help you this time."

"Mija please. Please. I need the money this time. I swear I really need it."

"What do you possibly need so bad that you can't earn your own money honestly?"

He took a deep breath and I could tell he wasn't about to lie to me.

"Your brother Jose. He's in trouble. If I don't come up with the money then.." he was crying and I already knew the ending of the statement.

My brother Jose had been deported at the age of twenty for the same thing my father had been. They were the same in too many ways. They looked almost identical, minus the age difference, and acted way too similar. They always wanted more and could never settle for living good. They were the people that needed to be living great. But, what kind of person would I be if I didn't try and help my father to help my brother?

"Fine." I said trying to think of how I was helping my brother.

My father proceeded to give me the information about how I wouldn't be able to see Louis Friday night. Louis' schedule was picking up more and more because him and the rest of the boys were about to go out on tour again. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible and I knew Friday would be one of the few nights he'd be there for me but here I was making plans with the devil. Now I had to think of a lie to tell Louis so he wouldn't be confused.

What had I done? I had agreed to do something that I wasn't even certain I would want to do.

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