Fighting for Love (LOUIS TOMLINSON)

It all started with the one thing that everyone needs LOVE. Some people never learned to love, trust, and have faith in any relationship. Never loved by anyone growing up as an orphan, Laura Phillip has no clue what love is or what comes with it. Louis Tomlinson was her only friend in the orphanage. Once they were old enough to leave the orphanage Laura was gone. When her and Louis meet again what will happen. When he tries to confess is attraction to her, will the truth come out? Will he finally realize all the issues that lie in her shadow? Will he be able to show her, what love is and how to love or will it all end in heartbreak for the one and only Louis?



Let’s find out.

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8. The Concert

**No POV**

It is the day of the concert. Over these past few weeks a lot has happened. New friendships and lots of suspicion have bloomed. Laura has become good friends with Niall. She has befriended and met the others through Skype. For once in Laura’s life she was looking forward to something. Although facing Louis is something only Laura will know the dread of.

**Laura’s POV**

I had about an hour and a half before I needed to meet Eleanor for at the venue for the concert. I chose to wear a lavender dress and matching stilettos accented with a polka dot bow added to my high ponytail.

After adding a little mascara, eye liner, and lipstick I was on my way. It took me 30 minutes to drive down here so I still had a few minutes. I went into a Starbucks. I got my usual, a caramel ribbon crunch Frappuccino. I left my car in the lot and walked across the street. Not even halfway across I started hearing the screaming fans.

As I approached the doors I saw El. We did a quick greet before taking our tickets to go find our seats.  When we were lead to our seats we had been given seats in the front row in our own section.

“Let’s go backstage,” El squealed once we sat down.

“Ok, let’s go,” I sighed, standing up.

We stood up and started walking towards a security guard. We showed him our passes and he escorted us to the group dressing room. He opened the door and said the boys would be come in, in a second. I had already met the boys before, although El only met Niall.

We sat down at stools and waited. The minute they walked in Eleanor looked like she was going to die.

“Easy darling calm down,” Niall’s Irish accent attempted to calm her.

However he failed miserably until Harry went over to her and picked her up bridal style. He then proceeded over to the couch where he had her sitting on his lap as he whispered soothing things in her ear. She calmed down almost instantly. I just stood there shocked, with my lips forming an ‘O.’

“Amazing isn’t it,” Zayn’s low voice brought me out of my thoguhts.

I just nodded. Everybody was off doing their own thing. Niall was eating crisps, shocker, not. Liam was talking to his girlfriend on the phone. Harry and Eleanor were doing who knows what on the couch, and Zayn was fixing his hair. It wasn’t until then I realized Louis hadn’t come in with them.

“Hey Zayn where’s Louis,” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh well when he found out you were coming he said he wasn’t coming out of his dressing room until the concert was about to start.

“Oh, I really need to talk to him, I’ll be back,” I rushed already walking out the door.

**Eleanor’s POV**

I am in Harry Styles’ arms. IS THIS A DREAM? OMG SOMEONE PINCH ME. I thought as Harry held me tight with me snuggled into his chest. I heard the door close so I looked up to see Laura had left. I took this as my chance.

“Hey umm Niall can I talk to you for a second?” I asked quietly.

“Sure,” he cheered.

I dragged him the bathroom and told him my plan. I will not let Louis and Laura lose what they could have. I always knew something was wrong with Laura, but she never told anyone. She kept it all bottled up not a soul knows expect her and whoever was involved. Whether I knew what was wrong, I knew Louis was the one to fix it.

 

**Laura’s POV**

I had been walking around forever. I finally gave up and came to what I thought was a bathroom. I really had to pee so I opened the door to see Louis on the couch with bags under his eyes, hair a mess, a frown plastered on his face, and he just looked so broken.

I really needed to pee though so I ran to the bathroom, while I was in their I noticed  a sticky note on his mirror. It looked like  a note addressed to me so I took it and would just read it later.

I creep out the bathroom to sit on the couch next to him and watch him sleep, it’s not creepy right. After about ten minutes he woke up as breathing heavy with wide eyes. It took him a minute but eventually he noticed me. The minute he met my gaze he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Louis come back out here, please,” I begged him.

“No, just leave me alone,” he half yelled but his voice faltering half way through.

I could hear his light sobs through the door.

“Please open the door, can’t we just talk,” I said about to break into tears too. “I’m sorry okay. You deserve better than me, I just can’t handle seeing you so hurt.” I pleaded with him. “I know you gave up, but do you want me to?”

Silence

“Ok I guess I’ll just follow in your foot steps and give up,” I said the two words I knew would get him out.

Just as I began to walk away I heard the door click. I turned around to see a puffy red eyed Louis.

“Please don’t give up,” he whispered his voice cracking.

“I won’t,” I promised.

“Good, I didn’t mean it when I said it, I regretted it the minute I said it,” he said.

“Listen Louis I’m sorry I can’t tell you my past, but no one has ever heard it,” I tried to reason with him.

“I can’t just stop wanting to be with you,” he spoke begging me to hear him out.

“Louis I need you to listen to me and listen carefully,” I began. “Can you do that for me?”

“Go on,” he said.

“I know you think we could work,” I start. “I can’t give you a reason or an explanation, but I don’t know how to love. I don’t care about people and I most certainly can’t trust. I know it may all be in the past, but it still haunts me to this day. No one will ever understand and I won’t let them. I’m not an open book and I am most certainly am not what you deserve. You deserve someone who can make you smile, when all I do is make you like this. You need someone who doesn’t have issues like me. I am destined to be forever alone. Some things never change, especially not me or my problems. You don’t deserve to carry the burden of me on your shoulders. Please understand that we can’t be with each other, I refuse to let you chase after something you will regret in the future. You need to move on live life without the worry and problems I cause.”

 

“Ok now that I have given you my time give me yours,” he spoke disregarding everything I just said.

“Fine,” I snorted a little annoyed with the fact that he ignored my entire speech.

“Thank You. I just want you to know that by being away from you is more of a burden than any of your issues could ever be. I love you, I have feelings for you, I need you. Whether you know how to love or not I will always be here. I won’t give up, again. When I did the first time it made me realize my true feelings for you. I can promise I won’t love anyone ever again. You are the only for me. I don’t care what it takes I will fight for you. I will fight for your love.”

“We should probably go the concerts about to start” I say trying to change the subject.

“I refuse to perform if you don’t tell me you don’t feel anything towards or about me. Tell me that you hate me, you don’t trust me at all, you wish I would die in hell. Tell me that and I will do the concert and leave you alone. Or you can tell me that none of what I just said is true and we can make this work,” he stood his ground on the subject.

“Fine ok its true I do feel something and I don’t hate you, although I don’t trust you, but you know not to take that personally.” I sighed giving in.

“You don’t know how much that meant thank you,” he praised. “Now let’s go!”

“Ok,” I huff not in the mood for anything at this point.

------------------------------------------------------------------I couldn’t even enjoy the music between Louis’ constant glances and Eleanor wouldn’t shut up! I was so tired from everything that happened that all I wanted was to go to bed.

The last song they were going to sing was Best Song Ever. Of course, they picked 5 girls from the audience to dance with. When it was Harry and Louis’ turns they chose us. We went up with three really happy fans. I tried to look excited as we started dancing together. Eleanor ‘accidentally’ bumped me straight into Louis and our lips met and neither one of us moved we were both frozen. The whole crowd broke into cheers. He started to kiss back and before I knew it I was too! The minute I came back into reality I ran off stage and went back to my seat watching everyone dance while Louis stalked off backstage to wait for them to finish the song.

When the concert was over El and I went backstage and waited for the boys to change.

After about twenty minutes of silence, the boys burst through the door.

“Sorry we took so long,” Harry said kissing Eleanor’s cheek and pulling her onto his lap again.

“No problem,” El giggled.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Zayn begged.

“OK!” We all said in unison.

“I’ll go first,” Niall announced. He spun the bottle as it pointed at Louis. I heard Louis gulp.

“Louis, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said not so confidently. Niall looked around the room grinning mischievously

“I dare you to kiss Eleanor,” he said quite happy with his dare.

Louis got up as Eleanor gave me an apologetic look. The minute their lips connected I immediately felt a pang of jealousy. I quickly brushed it off and acted like I didn’t care. It was just a dare right?

**Louis’ POV**

I was absolutely horrified that Niall dared me to do that. He knew the situation and this certainly wasn’t helping it.

As I kissed Eleanor I was disgusted. She was a pretty girl, but I only had eyes for Laura. I caught a glance of Laura as I pulled away and she looked jealous? No, it can’t be, can it?

I went and resumed my seat next to her. She didn’t scoot away from me so that was a start right? It was my turn next, I spun the bottle landing on Laura, and I decided to put something to the test.

“Laura, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Laura shot back. Figures, I couldn’t get any truth out of her if I wanted to.

“I dare you to kiss me,” I said cheekily.

“Fine,” she sighed. Umm, is that a bad thing will she only do it for the dare? I leant in and kissed her. Almost instantly my lips were on fire, my stomach was swirling with butterflies, and sparks were flying everywhere. I was shocked when I was the first one to pull back as if she really enjoyed it.

I was on a high I just couldn’t contain how happy that kiss made me.

The game went on Laura and I each got picked once more. I was dared to lick the inside of the trash can. Laura was dared to go in the closet with Niall for 5 minutes. Nothing happened I knew Niall wouldn’t try anything. Right?

For the remainder of the game I was zoned out, that was until Laura chose truth. My eyes popped out my head at that. I was obviously surprised and intrigued, so I continued to listen in.

“What was your family like,” Liam said. He knew nothing about her being in an orphanage or anything like that. Almost immediately she broke down in tears and ran out.

Seeing her hurt killed me. I got up and ran after her. I checked the whole venue, except the stage. I peeked around the backstage curtain and sure enough there she was curled up in a ball, center stage.

I crept up to her and sat down next to her. After a few minutes of silence, I took her in my arms. I rocked her back and forth, still cradling her attempting to soothe her. She never pulled back, she just broke right there in my arms.

“I’m so sorry he never he even knew anything about you,” I spoke first. “He meant well, he just was clueless.”

“It’s ok,” she choked out. “Would you please take me home? I can’t be here anymore.”

“Sure,” I picked her up bridal style as she continued to sob, soaking my shirt.

I set her down in the passenger seat of my black IROC Z Camaro. The venue was a bit of a ways away from her apartment. The whole ride I held hand, gently squeezing it every so often. By the time we made it back to her apartment she had stopped crying. I parked the car and she said the one thing I thought I’d never hear.

“Stay with me.”

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