Jess is just starting her second semester of being a Junior in high school. To start the semester off, she volunteers to show the new kid around the school. Mainly because she gets to skip gym class, but also because she is intrigued by the idea of meeting someone new. Over the first month of school, Jess becomes really close friend with the new student, but who wouldn't become best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He's funny, entertaining, and not to mention cute, but Jess would never admit to thinking that. Louis is always there for Jess, especially when she gets heart shattering news that changes everything.


32. BONUS: Fourth of July

“Louis, you are going to burn my house down, I swear,” I warned Louis as he whirled around the deck of my house holding four, no, six sparklers. 

“I am not,” he said, stopping in front of me as the sparklers burned out.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, handing him the box of different colored fireworks. Specifically the only fireworks I would let him buy because, in the simplest way, he’s Louis, and I know my parents really enjoy having a green lawn.

“Jessica,” Louis said, giving me a look. “Come join me, a Brit, in celebrating this very American holiday.”

“Eh,” I shrugged. “I’ve never really gotten into the Fourth of July. It’s overrated if you ask me.”

“Well, that doesn’t matter right now,” he reached for the lighter. “Let’s light some stuff on fire. And eat food. And let’s raid your parent’s alcohol cabinet and see if we can find something good.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Is it really considered ‘raiding’ if my parents bought Mike’s hard lemonades for us?” I stood up, taking a sparkler from Louis’ hand and lighting it. 

“Just let me have my fun, Jessica… Anyway, when is everyone else getting here? I’m starving. Oh! We should start the bonfire now, just so it’s ready when they all get here. And let’s go find all the smores stuff and hotdog stuff.”

“How much Mountain Dew have you had today?” I asked, taking the lighter he was currently swinging around in his hand.

“That’s not important,” he smiled. He tossed his used sparklers into the bin that was next to him and put his hands on my waist. “Let’s make out.”

I laughed.

“That isn’t a refusal,” Louis pointed out.

“That’s because I wasn’t refusing the offer. I was just wondering what has gotten into today?”

“It’s all this American freedom!” Louis threw his arms out beside him. 

“You are so full of it,” I said, pulling him closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up to him. He looked back, kissing the end of my nose.  “Why don't we go finish getting everything ready for tonight? You start the fire, and I’ll get the chairs and food.”

Louis saluted me, and we went off to finish getting everything together. We got the food out, got the fire going, turned on the fairy lights that we had previously hung from the deck, and started the music, creating a little paradise for my friends and I to enjoy for the night. 

And we did. We ate, drank, very little, chased each other with fireworks, lit of other smaller fireworks, like fountains and such, danced, and sang. We played bean bag toss, ladder ball, and frisbee. And we sat around the fire and laughed, talked, and played stupid little games of truth or dare and would you rather. 

And, when it was time for the town’s annual fireworks show, we gathered our blankets, climbed to a spot on my roof, and laid out there to watch the lights dance around the sky in celebration. Louis had his arm around me in a protective, loving manner, holding me close to him as the cool nights air took over. I laid against his chest, the lights in the sky matching the feeling in my heart.

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