The day I got told, I had six months left it was the 10th of June. I've been laying here for hours, and it's already lunch. I just can't bring myself to move, to know that I'm only going to be here till the 10th of November. It scares me. It scares me a lot. The amount of times I passed that date not knowing it was going to be the day I left here. I had 154 days left, and now I have 151. You know how little that is?
I remember when I went to my first concert and I had this app which would count down the days for me. At one point it was at 167 and I remember sitting there and thinking that's such a long time left, where can't it be smaller. Funny how it's all changed and I'm wishing that I had longer.
That's the thing about life you never notice how great everything is, you are never grateful for anything you are given. Each day you live should mean everything to you. But no the only time, we notice this is when the days are getting taken away from us, and you are counting your way down. Horrid to think that.
Text from Louis
Now, you are either busy, or still sleeping...but either way what ever you are doing stop and come and hang out with these fine piece of sass ;) x
I laughed at his stupid text, then I remembered I didn't even reply to him last night.
Text to Louis
I'm sorry to say this but I think you mean ass not sass x
I clicked send before I could even notice how wrong that sounded. No doubt he will take it that way.
Text from Louis
Ah so I see, you think I have a fine piece of ass, flirty aren't we? x
I ignored his text, and just left him thinking. His head was probably to high in the sky right now to even notice I had replied.
After my morning routine was done, I headed downstairs. The house was quiet apart from the soft sound of the tv being played. I walked into the family room and saw my parents with tea and biscuits sat watching the tv.
"Morning lazy" My Dad laughed at me, his eyes still glued to the tv which played his favourite show.
Before I could answer back my phone started to ring. Without looking who it was I picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Ah so you are awake, for a moment there I thought you were ignoring me" Louis said through the phone, I could picture him sat there with his usual smirk.
"Maybe I was, anyway what do you want?"
"I'm hurt, I was thinking you'd be over the moon that I called you" Louis said acting with a hint of shock in his voice.
"Look Louis just tell me" With the name being said out loud, my parents turned to watch me.
"Meet me at the library, we can go out for lunch" I sighed, thinking about what to do. "Pleaseeee"
"Okay fine, I'll be there soon" I hung up on him, and turned to see my parents looking at me. "I am going out, with a friend I'll be back soon" I said to my parents.
"With a boy?" Dad asked, I nodded and went to go grab my jacket "Fay is that the best idea, with you know..." My Dad trailed off.
"With what? That fact that I'm dying, look nothing is going to happen he just invited me out for lunch, it's not a date and nor will I ever feel that way towards him" I stressed.
"We are sorry hunny, we just don't want you to get hurt" My Mum sighed.
"I don't think I can be any more hurt than what I already am. I'll be back for dinner" I said and left before they could answer.
I love my parents I really do. They can be annoying at times, but aren't all parents? But sometimes they seem a bit too over protective. I understand what the mean but do they really have to make me feel more bad than I already do? Nothing bad will come of today, it's just simple lunch. They were teenagers once, can they try understand I am trying to have a life. Well what I have left of it.
I carried on walking, passing all the school kids on their way to school. I am so glad I don't go there anymore, and I don't even miss anyone. The friends I had there weren't actually friends they were just people who I had to see five times a week, and I chose to stay with them. After school finished no one was friends anymore.
"Hey look who finally showed up" I looked up to see Louis sat on the stairs outside the library, I really am not going to lie this boy has got the looks.
"Hey.." I smiled.
"So where does the lovely Fay want to eat?" Louis winked
"Do you really have to wink or smirk at every little thing?" I laughed to him, which made him break out in a smile. "And I know this little cafe around the corner where we could go?"
"Sounds like a plan, lead the way"
I set off walking with Louis right next to me. Our feet were moving at the same time. No one talked yet it was not awkward.
My eyes meet with the coffee shop, and I run over quickly getting out of the cold air. I open the door and I'm welcomed by the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. I look around and see that there's only one person here. An old man sat in the corner reading the newspaper, and sipping his coffee.
"Well you get us a sit and I'll get us the drinks" Louis smiled, I told him what I wanted and he nodded and too off walking to the counter.
I chose to sit next to the window, which was across from the park. I could see the children running round and enjoying themselves, their parents however looked frozen to the bone and you could tell they were dying to get home and warm up.
"Fay?" I snapped my head around to see Louis sat across from me, looking concerned. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sorry I just zoned out for a minute" Louis nodded and handed me my coffee. I took a sip and the sweet taste went down my throat, and warmed me up. "So tell me about yourself"
"Well my full name is Fay Lilly Jones. I'm 18 years old and erm this is hard" I laughed.
"Okay well what do you enjoy to do?"
"Oh! I love to sit by the window when it's raining reading the great books of romance, they make me laugh because we all know that in life nothing happens like that" I sighed
"How do you know that? There's far to many people out there, for you to know their love stories. The greatest one might happen but you wouldn't know because it wasn't written down in a book" Louis explained.
"Wise words" I smiled
"Okay my turn. My name is Louis William Tomlinson, I'm 19 years old and I teach little kids how to play football, to earn me money and because I enjoy it" Louis smiled, you could just see how passionate he was about football, his eyes lit up.
"So we have a football player on our hands" I smirked
"Gosh Fay why do you have to smirk at everything" Louis joked, which earned a smack on the arm from me, but that just made him laugh.
"So why does someone like you, want anything to do with me?" I asked Louis.
"By someone like me do you mean, someone with a fine piece of ass?" Louis joked.
"I knew it! I knew you would bring that up" I shouted while laughing. "But no really tell me why"
Louis sighed, and placed his coffee down. He looked up and stared into my brown eyes. "Why do I like you? I don't have an answer for that, but I guess it's just the vibes you give me, the smile you wear on your face, and the rare laughs which I hear, you are a great person to talk to, even though I've just met you. And most of all damn you are beautiful"
I just stared at him not knowing what was going on around me, my only focus was on this boy in front of me. "I don't know what to say"
"You don't have to say anything but just know, you aren't getting away from me Fay Lilly Jones"
13th June 2014
Hearing those words today, I don't know what to do. He needs to stay away from me, otherwise this is going to be a lot harder than I planned. I'm girl though, and one thing what sucks about that is feelings.
I for one, am staying away from Louis William Tomlinson.
Fay Jones x