Feel Again (Louis Tomlinson)

{Book 3 - COMPLETE} All Marley Pennington wanted to do since her freshman year of high school was to turn her life around. To be someone she always wanted to be, and when she gets her dream job, everything seems to be headed in the right direction.
But Louis Tomlinson is another story. He's alone, afraid, and just wanting everything to go back to normal, before everything was ruined. Marley, a well-liked and cheery person tries to change Louis' look on life and love.

"Yeah with you
I can feel again
I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me"


12. Louis

Chapter 12 - Louis

Is she serious? A date? A fucking date? There is no way this is happening. But it's too late, because I am already getting in car with her. Marley knows how I feel about girls, I have told her. I don't want to date, and I most certainly don't need to. This girl, Cassie, seems oddly comfortable around me.

"So...Marley set us up. Weird hu?" Cassie chuckles nervously, pulling out of the lot.

"Yeah, weird." I mutter.

"I know you're not into it and we haven't even started yet. I'm sorry, we have been best friends for years and we always said we would hook each other up with a guy. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." She looks over at me.

"You're not." I answer honestly. She's pretty cool and it's not so bad. 

After a moment of silence, Cassie says, "In case you're wondering, I am not a fan of your band."

My jaw drops. "What?" A pang of something hits my chest. I don't know what it is exactly, but it bloody hurts.

"I'm not saying you're bad. Well, I have only heard like two of your songs so I wouldn't really know. I think they were While We're Young and Little Tight Dress or something. But all I am saying is that I don't listen to your music much. And I know you didn't ask but I just wanted to let you know so it's not awkward later." She explains. 

I relax. "Oh," is all I can say.

"So, I don't know what movie is playing at the Drive-In, Marley just gave me the directions." Cassie looks at her phone and I panic as the car almost swerves off the road.

"Watch it!" I shout.

"What?" She scowls, putting her phone away. "It's not like we died."

"We could have!" I exclaim. "You are a terrible driver! Pull over, I'll drive the rest of the way."

"No way! This is Marley's car and she gave me the keys, I'm the one driving." She says in a stern tone. "And I am an excellent driver!"

"This is Marley's car?" I ask, ignoring her other comments.

"Yeah," Cassie relies slowly, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Why, is something wrong?

"No," I answer quietly, taking a look around the car more closely. It's a blue pick-up truck.

The outside is a little beat up and worn out but the inside is spotless. The car itself seems twenty years old but once you are inside it, I would think it's not even five years old. It definitely fits Marley's personality. I smile. Pretty soon, Cassie is pulling up at the drive in and when she parks, she turns to me.

"So..." I start. If I am going to be on this 'date', if you could even call it that, then I am going to make conversation, not awkwardly sit here watching a black and white movie."How long have you known Marley again?"

"Almost forever. We met in the first grade and have been close ever since." Cassie smiles, brushing her brown hair over her shoulder. "What about you? How long have you known her?"

I think about it. "I don't know, three weeks maybe. Give or take a day." I tell her. It seems like much, much longer.

"So you're like best friends already, right? I'm not being replaced?" A wicked smile plays on her lips, and I laugh.

"No, you're not being replaced. And about the friends thing..." I drift off. We're friends right? "Yeah, yeah we're friends."

"Good," she smiles, "because if you were spending more time with her than I was I would have to cut off your man parts and throw them into the ocean, and you would be gone long enough for me to have some alone time with my non-blood related sister."

I burst out laughing at the ridiculous thought. "Do you have some sort of mental issues?"

"How would I know?" Cassie shrugs, and I smile again. "Now shh, the movie's starting."

When was the last time I smiled like this? I remember that the reason I am laughing after what feels like a lifetime is because of Marley, and if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be sitting here with Cassie at the cinema. She cares about me, why else would she do this? Marley knows how difficult it's been for me and she set me up on this date to make me smile again.

But then my thought go somewhere else. Could Marley make me happy? I'm not saying Cassie does, because all that Cassie did was make me laugh. Lots of people make me laugh, although not so much these days. But what am I thinking? No, Marley and I together makes me want to run and hide, relationships are scary, everyone knows that, although not all may admit it.

I'm still scared. After the day I got my heart broken I've been scared. I don't think about relationships, I don't think about wanting one or even making a new friend because what if they hurt me? They won't hurt me like Eleanor did because I know nothing is worse than that. That's why I'm so careful. I don't want to make a mistake, I should be able to tell what I did wrong if the relationship goes to shit.

I am not really paying attention to the movie, but before I know it, it's over and Cassie is pulling out of the lot. "Well, that was the most boring movie I've ever seen." Cassie complains.

"Where are we going for dinner?" I ask, my stomach rumbling.

"I don't know, where would you like to go?" She asks back.

I shrug, and laugh a little at the switch of the roles in this situation. Usually the guy is the one driving the girl around on a date.

"Something funny, Louis?" She smirks.

"It's usually the guy is the one in the driver's seat." I chuckle, and Cassie does to.

"How about McDonald's?" Cassie suggest, ignoring what I said. I agree, that sounds wonderful and I don't feel like going into a fancy restaurant.

It's ten-thirty when we sit down, and the place is empty except for a guy sitting by the window on his laptop. Cassie and I sit down with our food, putting the fries in the middle to share. I haven't had McDonald's in forever. We don't have has many in England as there are here in America. I once counted three on a six block distance in New York City.

"Do you work?" I ask Cassie.

"Yes, I work part time at the same nail salon that Marley did before she got this new job," she explains. "When I am not working I am going to college at Tennessee State University. Go Tigers!"

I chuckle. "What are you studying?"

"Medicine. I want to be a surgical doctor."

I raise my eyebrows. "That's great. Good for you."

"Thank you," she smiles. "It's my second year, I am twenty years old. But what about you, how old are you?"

"Twenty-two." I answer. 

"And where are you from?"


Cassie laughs. "Your accent is weird."

"So is yours," I fire back, but I am smiling too. Silence falls over us, and the laughter dies down. "I can't believe I am actually saying this, but I am having a wonderful time."

"Why is that, why is hard for you to say?" Cassie's eyebrows knit together.

"I went through a bad breakup." I shrug casually, although it pains me to even mention it.

She nods, not pushing further, for which I appreciate. "I don't know how you feel, but I am sorry."

I'm surprised she says that. Most people would say, "I get it, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" but Cassie didn't say that. She was honest with me. I like that she didn't lie to make me feel better. I smile at her.

"It's already eleven-fifteen. If you don't have me back soon Marley will have your head." I laugh. 

"That desperate to get away from me?" Cassie jokes.

"Yes, your body odor has been driving me crazy all night." I tease.

She chuckles then asks a more serious question. "What should we tell Marley about tonight? Are we madly in love or did I get friend-zoned?"

"I'm not sure," I answer honestly. "I think she would like it if we were going out, but in all honesty I am friend zoning you right now."

"Good," she scoffs, "because if you weren't friend zoning me, I would friend zone you myself."

We both laugh as we get into the car, driving back to the bus. Tonight turned out better than I thought it would have, I am glad I went. For some reason, the closer we get to the bus, the closer we get to that blonde girl that set us up, the faster my heart beats.

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