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"

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3. Marley

Chapter 3 - Marley 

Is this happening? When Parker texted me as soon as I got home asking if I wanted to meet her boyfriend and his friends, I was surprised. I hadn't expected her to ask me that until we got to know each other better. I wasn't complaining; I liked her a lot and I needed more friends nowadays. It's not that I don't have any at all. In fact, I have many people that I get along with. It's just that I'm always at my part time job or filling out college applications. I don't have time for parties and getting drunk and having sex. Not that I haven't had sex before. I have, but I won't talk about that. It wasn't a good experience for me.

Anyways, I was very proud of myself that I stayed cool while meeting One Direction. It seemed like a dream. Could you believe I was that casual? I'm glad it was private and there wasn't other people waiting in line backstage. That wouldn't have been as special. 

It was very surreal being on the tour bus. Multiple times I looked at Parker to make sure that I was okay that I was here and every time she gave me a knowing smile and a nod. So I acted like I normally did and the boys were totally cool about it. 

Don't even get me started on their good looks. That's crazy. Before I met them I was a fan but not a super-fan. Now, I see how sweet they are, playing video games and just hanging out. Well, some of them were nice. Louis was kind of rude, and I don't know why. I didn't want to try anything on them despite their good looks because one, Harry and Liam have girlfriends, and two, I don't want to get involved with famous singers. Too much drama and that's not my thing. I like things a certain way and...it just wouldn't work.

Louis was very cold, but I try to put that aside and just enjoy the fact that I made some new friends that I would hopefully be around more. I am playing video games with Harry, Niall and Parker when Louis asks what my last name is. 

"My full name is Marley Louise Pennington." I answer him without looking away. I am winning and I don't want to loose because he's distracting me. He doesn't answer, instead just walks away like a baby. 

"Come on!" Niall complains when I come in first place. I laugh evilly and Parker pats Harry's head like he's a puppy. 

"Good game, guys. Good luck next time!" I smirk.

"Have you played this game before?" Zayn asks. 

"Nope." I reply. "I don't even know what it's called."

I don't really play video games. Liam chuckled under his breath. "This is so unfair." Harry grumbled and Amabel gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He seems to relax a little bit but he's still upset. 

"So Marley," Niall said in a deep voice sitting next to me, "Tell me about yourself." 

I giggle. He's so cute. "I'm twenty years old, I work part time at a nail salon, and I love it. I hate when things are dirty and I think my laugh is really annoying." 

"Do you live alone?" Harry asks. 

"No, I am living with my mom and dad until I get accepted into the college I want or until I get a really good job offer." 

"What job?" Parker sat on my other side. 

"Stylist. I'll do anything. I really want to travel so hopefully I'll get something that satisfies me."

Zayn laughs. "You really don't settle do you?" 

"Not really," I smile. "I know what I want and I'm going to work hard to get it." 

"Good for you, girl!" Parker cheered, I smile at her and thank her quietly. I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls from my parents and gasp when I see the time. 

"I have to go! I have so much studying to do, and I have to make dinner tonight!" I stand up and swing my purse over my shoulder. 

"Studying? You go to school?" Harry asks.

"No, not exactly," I explain, a little embarrassed. "I'm waiting for the right school to accept me." 

"But you still study?" 

"Yeah, I like to be prepared for my classes." I half-smile.

"I'll see you later," Parker says. "We'll have to hang out again soon. Call me." 

"I will," I squeeze her back. "It was nice meeting you guys." I turn to the boys and Amabel. They all wave goodbye and tell me they will see me soon. I leave and drive home with a smile on my face. When I walk through the door, my mother is at the stove. "Mom, I was going to cook," I whine. I really like to do things for her. 

"Don't worry about it. There's a letter for you on the counter there." She gives me a winning smile and points to a white envelope addressed to me. I can smell the fried chicken coming from the stove. I smile, it must be the old family recipe.

I pick up the envelope and open it, but first noticing that the return address says, Global Management of Beautician. My eyes widen and I tear the letter open, reading the words neatly printed on the paper. I have to read it twice for it to fully sink in. 

"Well?" My mom asks. 

"I...I got an interview. I got an interview!" I squeal, jumping up and down. 

"What's the job?" My dad asks the same time my mother says, "When is the meeting?" 

"The meeting is Friday." I answer. Today is Wednesday. "The job would be styling and prepping these people's clients for their shows...?" I drift off. It doesn't really make sense. Then I remember something. "Oh my Goodness! I have to tell Diane!"

Diane is my boss at the nail salon. She's the one I go to for the latest gossip in the work place. She is about fifty-five, but she's very funny. I drive over to the salon and they smile when they see me.

"Marley! What's that you got there, missy?" Diane asks, setting down her pen. 

"It's a letter. I have an interview Friday to meet with this management about being a professional stylist. If I get the job, I'll be traveling a lot. This is just a dream come true, I mean how did this even happen?" I say in one breath. 

"I knew they would sent that letter." Diane smiles walking over to wrap her arms around me.

"What?" I ask.

"I called them, Marley. I contacted them and wrote you a letter of recommendation. I know what your dreams are, and you're too good to be workin' in a place like this, so I did something about it."

Tears spring to my eyes and I throw my arms around this wonderful woman. She would do that for me? She did it for me already? "Why would you do something like that for me?" I wipe under my eyes and hope none of my makeup comes off. 

"Because, darlin'. You're young, you have so much out there for you." She smiles and I can't believe this is happening. 

"This is so surreal. Thank you, I'll call you right after and tell you if I got the job." I promise her. 

"You'll get it. I know you will." Diane gives me another hug. A customer walks in and I take that as my sign to leave. I thank Diane repeatedly but she tells me to shoo. I can't believe things are finally turning around. 

Since I graduated high school I've been sitting home, writing essays, reading books, doing all these things to get me to where I am right now. I have his job opportunity and I want it more than anything else. I want to leave this town. Not permanently, no. I love it here. It's where I grew up and I wouldn't change a thing about this town, this city of Nashville. It's just that I didn't do a lot of travelin' when I was a little girl and now is my chance. Of course it's not my only chance in this lifetime, but I don't want to wait any longer. Out of pure excitement, I call Parker to tell her the good news. 

"Really?" She squeals. "That's so weird, because the..." She was cut off by Harry stealing her phone. 

"Hello!" He cries. I know he has a smile on his face. 

"Hi Harry." I try not to scream.

"How was your day?" Why does he talk so slowly? 

"It was fantastic, how was yours?" I smile and kick a pebble. It goes scampering down the sidewalk. 

"It was alright. We had a radio interview today. Those are always nice."

"Sounds fun." I reply awkwardly. I feel a little bad for Parker, Harry completely stole me away. It's alright though, I don't mind having a casual conversation with Harry Styles. "Could you put Parker back on please?" I ask. 

"Sure, she looks ready to kill me. I'll see you soon. Bye!" Harry says and I say goodbye, and then I hear Parker again. 

"I swear, I'm going to kill that boy." She mutters to herself more than me. 

"I'm sure he's harmless." I chuckle and climb inside my pick-up, startin' her up and making the drive to the mall. I really need something to wear to this interview. "So what were you saying?" I prompt her of her idea before her phone was kidnapped. 

"I honestly don't remember. Harry is so mentally and emotionally draining it's hard to focus on one thing." She laughs, and I join her. 

I hear Harry in the background yell "YOU'VE GOT THAT ONE THING" at the top of his lungs. 

"Are you babysitting him or something?" I laugh. 

"Yes, actually. Liam is out with the rest of the boys. Harry said he wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay here with me. He's driving me absolutely insane!" I know she is smiling, no matter what she says. "Harry, stop pulling my hair. I don't want to go bald!" She exclaims. "I swear he's a two year-old." She groans. 

I laugh at her expense and find a parking spot right outside Macy's. I hold the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I walk inside. "I almost feel sorry for you." I start to walk around and look at skirts, I'm not really sure what to look for. 

"Thanks. So what are you up to? Are you nervous for the interview?"

"I'm at the mall now," I sigh. "I'm looking for something to wear to the interview Friday. What am I supposed to wear? A dress? A skirt? A work suit? Oh my goodness, I can't pull off a work suit."

"Marley, it'll be fine. Would you like me to come down and help you pick out something to wear?" She offers. 

"Yes," I let out a breath. "You are literally a life saver."

"It's no problem. I'll be over in about fifteen minutes. I have to make sure Harry doesn't escape. The last thing we need right now is hundreds of screaming girls blocking our exits." She tells me. 

I laugh and hang up the phone, sitting down in a chair and wait for Parker to come to my rescue.

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