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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31. Marley

Chapter 31 - Marley

"You know we're alike in that way," Louis says from his place on the bed in my hotel room. I really wanted to slam the door in his face, but something inside me let him in.

"And what way is that?" I ask, meeting his eyes.

"We're both not sure what to believe. We want to believe something is true but are too afraid to see if it's the truth or if it's a lie." He slurs. He is very drunk and I am a little disappointed in him. The boys have a show tomorrow. Then it's off to Pittsburgh.

"Yeah...I guess you're right," I whisper, and then my gaze travels back to the busy streets below. I don't know what to believe. I am very confused here. I don't know if he is telling the truth, but he is drunk and when Louis Tomlinson is intoxicated, he has no filter. That is one of the perks of him being drunk and in front of me now.

When I look over at Louis he is fast asleep. I sigh and get up, taking off his shoes and throwing the covers over him. My tears are dry and my eyes are sore from crying. In the bathroom I wash my face and change into pajamas. I didn't want Louis wandering the halls drunk. He could have met a fan or something and that wouldn't have ended well. I take a pillow from the bed and a blanket from the closet and set myself up on the floor. I want to crawl into bed with Louis but I know I would regret it in the morning. I am supposed to be mad at him. I am, completely infuriated, but I still love him unconditionally and nothing is going to change that. Despite that, I don't want to sleep with Louis, sexually or not...at least not now.

I should have kicked him out, though. I missed him and he looked so cute, causing me to lose my good judgment, resulting in him sleeping in my bed. "It's a good thing I love you," I grumble, knowing he cannot hear me. Louis is out cold and I know in the morning I will have to take care of his hangover. How many times have I done that since I met him?

***

In the morning, my back is hurting and my head is pounding. I sit up, and see Louis already awake, sitting at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard. I sit up and Louis looks at me.

"Why are you on the floor?" His voice is thick from sleep and he almost whispers. He must have a terrible hangover.

"You fell asleep on the bed," I say, standing and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

A few seconds later Louis is leaning against the doorframe. His arms are crossed against his chest. "Why didn't you kick me off or something? You didn't have to take the floor."

I smile a little bit. "I wasn't going to literally kick you out of the bed, Louis. It's really okay. You were drunk...and I was upset."

Louis frowns and steps fully into the bathroom, turning me so I can see him instead of in the mirror. "I'm sorry about that." His voice is sincere and he is leaning closer, but not too close. The small of my back hits the counter and I look down.

"I know you are," I reply and meet his blue eyes. My gaze darts to his lips and if things weren't so confusing, I would kiss him. I know he knows what I am thinking because he begins to lean in. His hands find my waist and our lips touch, but only barley and for a second. My hands find his chest and I push him away, just like last night.

"What's wrong?" Louis breathes.

I walk out of the bathroom. "Just...I don't know." I can't even find the right words.

"Are you...you know...still mad at me?" Louis follows me out and watches as I make the bed. He scratches the back of his neck.

"Mad about what? I have plenty of things to be mad at you about." I point out.

He clears his throat. "I don't know...everything."

I can tell he is uncomfortable. He knows I am in love with him and he doesn't know how to act. "I don't know. I just need some time to think about it, alright?"

"Yeah...okay?" His gaze drops to the floor. I check my phone. It's already ten thirty in the morning and I have a text from Niall.

We're going to lunch b4 interview. Meet in lobby at 11 (:

I sigh. "Everyone is going to lunch and we have to be ready in thirty minutes. You should probably go to your room and take a shower."

Louis checks his pockets and freezes. "Shit," he cursed. I ask what's wrong and he replies, "I forgot my room key."

"Oh," I sigh again. "You can shower here, I guess."

The thought of Louis naked and taking a shower in my hotel room is enough to make me squirm but I know he needs one. He reeks of alcohol. I don't need a shower anyways. I took one as soon as I got to my room last night.

"Really?" He seems surprised.

"Yeah, I'll see if Harry or someone has something you can wear until we get to the studio." I say. He's going to change into his clothes for the interview anyways.

"Alright..." Louis trails off and proceeds to the bathroom. Just as he's about to close the door, he says, "Thanks, Marley."

I give him a nod and he closes the door, the sound of running water is audible a few seconds later. Making sure I have a room key, I leave and take the few steps to the room next door. I knock, and smile when Harry opens the door.

"Good morning!" He smiles at me. He is already dressed.

"Hey Harry," I say. "Do you have some clothes for Louis to wear? Like sweatpants or something?"

"Sure, come on in," Harry opens the door wider for me and I walk in. Amabel is in the bathroom brushing her teeth. I give her a wave. "So why does Louis need clothes?" Harry rummages through a bag and then throws me a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt with a plain black sweatshirt. I catch them and thank him.

"He locked himself out of his room and he's showering and I wasn't going to have him put on dirty clothes," I explain.

Harry laughs. "So he's showering in your room, hu?" He wiggles his eyebrows and I frown.

"Harry..." Amabel warns, shooting him a glare.

"Sorry," the brown haired boy apologizes.

"It's alright." I run my fingers over the fabric in my hands. "Thanks again."

"No problem. You're coming to lunch, right?" Harry calls as I walk closer to the door.

"Yeah, see you soon," I smile and then walk back into my room. Just as I open the door Louis walks out with a towel around his waist. I gulp and can't help it when my eyes rake his soaking body. "Here," I say and push the clothes into his hands and walking past him.

"Thanks," Louis tries to give me a smile. I weakly give him one back. He disappears into the bathroom again and returns three minutes later dressed.

"Those are Harry's, make sure you give them back." I tell him.

Louis chuckles. "We share clothes all the time. It's no big deal."

"Oh," I say for the fifth time this morning. The time on the bedside clock says five minutes to eleven. "We should get going."

"Yeah, okay."

I grab my things and take them with us. "You can get another key from Paul." I say when we get to the lobby. We aren't coming back to the hotel. Right after the show tonight we are on the road to Pittsburgh.

After Paul gets Louis another room key, he runs to his room and returns ten minutes later with his bag. Niall complains that it took forever. We leave ten minutes after eleven and everyone says they're hungry. The bags are put on the bus and we pile into two cars. In one is Harry, Amabel, Niall and Zayn, the other has Liam, Parker, Louis and I. We meet at a diner and it's thankfully empty except the couple or older man in the corners.

When we get there two tables are pushed together and I sit between Liam...and Louis. Our food is ordered and I am avoiding all conversation when the door opens and a group of three teenage girls walks inside. They sit down and one of them looks over. Her eyes widen and she gets her friends' attention. All three of them are gaping at us and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one to notice.

"Code red," I joke as the girls nervously walk over. Everyone turns to look and the boys smile.

"Hi," The blonde one says. "Could we have a picture with you please?"

"Of course!" Niall smiles and they all stand up. I take the picture. All three girls get hugs and they are very lucky to have such a private meeting.

"Can we have a picture with you, too?" The brown haired one asks Parker and Amabel. They obviously don't know me. Why would they?

"Why would you want a picture with us?" Parker smiles.

"You're dating Liam Payne and she's dating Harry Styles, you guys are so pretty and awesome. Please?" The third girl says.

"Um...sure," Amabel chuckles. I take this picture as well. I can tell they are wondering who I am but I ignore their confused looks.

"Thank you!" The blonde girl grins and then asks something that shocks us all. "Louis, do you still talk to Eleanor? Do you think you'll get back together?"

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