Our Secret

They say the best way to keep a secret is to pretend there isn't one, but what happens for Rayne Strotter when keeping a secret is all she can do. Stressed out and confused by what life has thrown her way, she decides to follow her heart and take the risk for love with Louis Tomlinson. The only problem is getting caught, but sneaky is Rayne's middle name.


4. Surprise, Surprise

Rayne's POV

It has been a whole week since Louis scribbled his phone number on a small, ridged piece of paper and told me to call him. I still haven't been brave enough to pick up my phone and dial those seven simple numbers and finish up with clicking the call button. I have thought about it so many times. In fact, that's what dominates my thoughts throughout my day. He messes with my head in a way I never imagined anyone could. And then on this Friday, I decided to do the thing I've been contemplating forever.

"Hello?", he says. The instant I hear his deep, sexy voice, I know I made the right decision.

"Hi Louis.... It's Rayne." I say with a somewhat shaky voice.

" Well it's about time!", he exclaims making both of us laugh a little bit. 

" I know this is going to sound weird... but I was kinda scared to call you"

" Why would you be scared to call me? That doesn't really sound like the Rayne I know", Louis responded, making a lot of sense. 

" Well, you don't really know me...", I say thinking purely about the night when Louis told me how beautiful I was and all that nice stuff. 

" Haven't we been through this before?............ God, you can be stubborn........ Why don't we start with you telling me why you didn't call me back." he says smoothly.

" You want to know the real answer or the fake answer?", I ask.

" I'm not a child Rayne, I can handle the truth", he answered sounding serious and understanding. 

" I was scared to call you because I'm scared to commit to you.... I'm afraid to commit to anyone." 

"Rayne... You know I would never hurt you.", Louis said completely solemn.

" I know... I just have never had a real relationship before because I don't think I'll be any good at it. Plus, they never last. I don't want to give my heart to someone just have it ripped out and stomped on after they get tired of having me around."  I say feeling strong emotions overtaking me. 

"Rayne, Oh my gosh, how could you say that? I don't understand how someone could get tired of having you around. If I could, I would spend every second of the day with you.", Louis mumbled.

" You're just saying that to make me feel better, but I don't want your pity or anyone's in that case." I say being as stubborn as ever. 

" Rayne, I know you're scared of making the wrong decision, but you need to start letting people into your life. I'm trying to help you Rayne, but all you do is shoot me down.", he says obviously a little upset at me.

" I'm sorry. I told you.. I'm not good at this.", I utter letting a tear slip down my cheek. 

" Baby, please don't cry. I just want you to let me in because I like you... A LOT", he says making me smile like crazy. 

" It's you. The one who makes me laugh when I think I will never be able to smile again. It's you, Louis.", I add smiling like crazy just thinking of his lips brushing past mine. 

" Those words coming from you are the best possible thing I can hear right now.", Louis recites, smiling. 

" And I like you..... A LOT too", I commented. 

" What about a date? Would you go on a date with me, Rayne?", he asked me.

I had been laying on my stomach on my bed the whole time we have been talking, flipping over and adjusting myself to comfy positions. 

" A date? I guess I would have to check my calendar, but I would love that. What day were you thinking?", I asked completely freaking out over my first date! I mean I have never been on a real date before. I don't know what to wear or what to say or anything. I'm completely clueless in that department. I'm going to be a wreck. 

" I was thinking next Tuesday night. I'd pick you up at your house at 7:00 and then I would plan a surprise evening. Don't even think about asking because I want it to be a complete surprise. ", he demands. 

" That sounds... perfect", I say searching for the right word. 

" I have to go, but I'll see you on Tuesday night. Wear something nice.", Louis says so quickly then snaps off the line before I can say another word. He always liked getting in the last word, but that was the problem because I liked getting the last word too. In ways, he was just as stubborn as me.

I just stare up at my ceiling fan going around and around for minutes straight, trying to comprehend what happened and how fast it happened. All of a sudden my older sister, Tessa, came running into my room and jumped on my bed full speed, almost landing directly on me. Tessa is 19 years old, but she acts like she's my little 10 year old sister who I have to care for. She's never wanted to grow up and still hasn't faced the reality of growing up. She lives at home with me and our parents and has an on/off job as a babysitter. My reasoning behind her being good at a babysitter is because she basically is a little kid, so she plays well with the seven year olds. I'm not trying to make her sound bad or anything because I love her and she's my sister. Plus, she is always there when I need her. Tessa has my back through thick and thin, so in ways I'm glad she never grew up and left because I would probably be more of a mess than I am now without her.

"Hey sissy! You remember what tonight is, right?" Tessa says bopping me slightly on the nose. 

" Of course! How could I forget!", I say totally lying.

" You forgot, didn't you?", she says sighing a heavy breath. 

" Yes... what's tonight?", I ask.

" My boyfriend's coming over for dinner! I want you to be on your best behavior and I want you to wear something nice, so he thinks were classy.", she exclaims getting up and walking to my walk in closet. I was the only one to get a walk in closet out of my family because I was the one who needed it most. I have too many clothes. Most of them, I never wear and only bought for the thrill of it or others that I simply forgot I even had. I really have been meaning to donate all the clothes I don't wear to someone who needs it a lot more than I do, I just have been forgetting with all that I have had going on. 

Tessa flips through one article of clothing at a time until she comes upon one dress that catches her eye. The dress was short, a little above my knee with a one shoulder white strap. It had a skinny gold built in belt to accent my thin waist and then a blueish-purplish flowy bottom. I loved this dress. I wore it to a party my freshman year in high school and I can recall getting about every possible compliment about it. Ever since, I haven't touched it because I wanted to preserve it when the time was right to pull it out again. I guess tonight was the night. 

 " Wear this", Tessa said smiling and walking out of my door. " Oh, and go take a shower", she she adds quickly peeking her head in and exiting again. 

Wow. I couldn't believe how badly she wanted to impress this boy. He must be very special to her if she is going through all this trouble to make him like her family. Next thing I know, she'll probably be throwing cue cards at my face to read off tonight. She was right about the shower, my hair was greasy and I looked bad in general. A shower would do me good. 

After I went downstairs, in my dress and showered, my mom was in the kitchen baking something that smelled delicious in a red dress with my father sitting in the living room in dress pants and a button up shirt reading the newspaper while sitting down in his recliner. Tessa was pacing around our kitchen, dining room, and living room to see if anything was out of place. She was wearing a dainty little dress the color of silky pink with a tight little belt and curving in strap. She looked adorable, but she could wear anything and still look adorable. I was always jealous of how gorgeous she was. I hated comparing myself to her, but I knew other people did it, so I did it too.

" He's going to be here any minute! Everyone look alive!", Tessa shouted at while we all just assumed what we were doing.

Then there were a few light taps against our front door and my sister shimmied over to open the door. Tessa pulled open our door with great effort and a smile plastered on her face to be met by the one and only.... LOUIS! WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE? OMG..... PLEASE DON"T TELL ME HE"S....

" Everyone, this is Louis Tomlinson, my boyfriend", Tessa smiled like I'd never seen her do before. 





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