Before I Met You, Louis Tomlinson.

Seventeen year old writer, Ellen Aprils is displayed affection in a new light, but her dreadful past forces her to push it to the back of her mind and tell herself the feels aren’t there. Ellen keeps a journal and is told from a young age to keep her emotions together by putting her feelings on paper, before Louis came along she didn’t know what love and heart break was. The young writer leaving her family, friends and first love in Australia to join a school in London to progress a future in writing. She starts her life and thinks she has Louis place behind her but it’s when she heads to a party with her neighbour, Liam that her and Louis are reunited, she experiences things like non other after Louis and her pursue there once dead end relationship.


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Next morning

Ellen’s POV

“What are all your scars from?” Louis asks as we lay, still spooning, I trace the marble pattern on Bandits body as we speak, I shrug my response.

“Touch one, I’ll tell you.” He hums in though as he pulled away from my body slightly.

“This one.” He touches the one on my right shoulder.

“I got something removed.” I tell him, I feel him nod as he touches my cheek, “Plastic surgery. To remove yet another thing.”

“Your eyes, they both have scars on them.” he says and I smile at the thought of him not even facing me and being able to remember the small blemishes on my eyes.

“Funny stories.”

“What’re they from?”

“My left eye, me and my sis-“ I squeeze my eyes closed at the mistake I just spoke, I mentally curse myself.

“You and your what?” he asks as he traces the scar on my shoulder.

“I was at a friend’s house and was running around in their back yard, I tripped over their dog and landed on a rock.” He laughed slightly, so did I.

“And the right?”

“Me and my family a week after I split my left eye lid open went on a weekend away with my dad’s friend and his family, I tripped and once again hit it on a rock.”

“You are very clumsy.” He states kissing my neck and I nod.

“I am.”

“And your hands, you have a few there.”

“Most of them are just from helping my mum and dad cock, this one.” I point to my index finger on my left hand, “I was chopping onions and my glasses were foggy because of my tears and I slit it, this one.” I point to my ring finger on my right hand, “I was home alone, and I had to feed the cat I had at the time, when I opened the can my finger slipped and I cut it, the skin was dangling.” I laugh, “I had to wait for my parents to get home, I wrapped it in a napkin and sat on the lounge debating with myself whether to call them or not, luckily I was only waiting five minute till they pulled up.”

“And the one on your right wrist?”

“How do you remember all of these?” I as amused and he shrugs.

“I was waiting for this moment, to ask about them all, I noticed you have a lot.” I nod.

“Well that, I look at it, I was bitten by a dog, she didn’t mean to bight me, she wanted the cat in my arms but got me instead.” I laughed at the memory, “I loved that dog, and my feelings never changed just that day I was crying my eyes out saying I wanted her dead.” There’s a silence for a moment, “Got anywhere else you want to know about?” he shrugged, “What about you, got any scars?” he thought for a second.

“No. I actually don’t.”  He pauses, “Do you care that you have so many?”

“I think of them as memory’s, most of them were pretty stupid, most of them reminding me I am the clumsiest person alive.” I laugh, “I guess I can never forget the people I use to know, there all in the memories of my scars. So no I don’t care I have them, when I was younger I hated the one on the back of my shoulder, ask anyone that is close to me, I stopped wearing singlets just so I could hide it.”

“You don’t mind it anymore?” I shrug.

“I can stand it now, believe it or not it was once worse. More red, puffier, its evened out as I’ve gotten older.”

“How old where you?” I bit my lip.

“Good question.” I laugh, “I really don’t know, it was after the one on my cheek, maybe by a year.” I scrunch my face up, “I really forget, nine maybe.” He nods; I wince slightly as I roll over.

“Saw?” he asked and I nod.

“A little bit.” He pulls me closer to his body and I kiss his jaw as we just lie there.

“Do you have anything for pain relief?” I nod.

“But not this kind.” He frowns in confusion. “Girl tablets Louis, for girl problems.”

“Oh.” He nods, “Okay.” I laugh and kiss his lips, “Did you want me to see if Liam has any?” I shake my head burring face in the crock of his neck.

“I just want to stay like this.” I kiss his skin.

Three weeks later

There was a week until Louis and I were leaving for Australia; to say I was excited would be an understatement, I already had my bag packed wares Louis is waiting till three days before. Our flight if booked and payed for thanks to my parents, they instated on paying the large bill even though its mine and Louis’ trip, I hadn’t thought to much about it being my birthday, sometimes I forget and just think im going back home to visit.

“Earth to Ellen.” I snap out of my thoughts and look towards Louis placing things on the kitchen island and making his way towards me.

“Hey. I thought you had work.” He nodded.

“I do, I just wanted to come see my girlfriend before I went.” He kissed my lips and I smiled at his words.

“I called my school today, I told them im taking the next four weeks off.” I called as Louis walked into the main rooms bathroom.

“And there okay with that?”

“I guess so, I was going to take five off but I thought that was a little too long.” I heard the toilet flush and turn to see the bathroom door wide open as he walks out drying his hands on his pants. “You didn’t even close the door.” I laughed and he turns to see the door open and shrugged.

“Woops.” I laughed and he stood in front of me, looking down at I looked up, he pushed me down by my shoulders and went to strudel my lap as a screech sounded, we both jumped slightly before looking in the direction of Sassy bolting into my room, I bit my lip looking back at Louis who looked worried. “Woops again.” he said about to continue to push me down but I stopped him.

“Let’s see if she’s okay first.” He pulls me up and waits by the lounge while I go into the bedroom, I walk towards my wardrobe because I don’t see her in the room I hear her small meow and look in the bath to see her sitting there wide eyed and weary.  “Oh my little Sassy, im sorry.” I say picking her up and kissing her, she snuggles into me and I pat her walking towards the bed, I places her down and she settled into the throw almost instantly, I make my way back out to Louis and stand in front of him, “She’s fine.” He smiles and grips my upper arms turning me slightly and pushing me on the lounge, he lies on top of me, resting his upper body weight on his forearms as he connects his lips, I grip his shoulders as we make out, our tongues dancing in a gentle embrace.

“You look sexy.” He says against my lips before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, Louis grips my glasses throwing them to the other lounge and I giggle as he moves down slowly, my shirt being pushed up as he raspberried my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I try pushing him away, “Louis, stop.” He bights on the skin and looks up at me before kissing it and trailing his hands up from my hips, the grip my breasts from the side and push them together, squeezing gently as he buries his faces between them, bitting gently as his hands squeeze continuously, my head falls back as he does so, his teeth pinching the skin ever so slightly though the fabric of my shirt and bra. Louis hands find the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head and off my arms tossing it to the wooden floor, my legs wrapping around his waist as he ground his hips into mine, his erection brushing my crutch ever so slightly, he repeats the actions on my boobs this time only with the very thin lace barrier of my bra keeping him from my skin, I moan as Louis thumbs brush over my nipples though the red material.

“You and your red.” He moans against my skin, sucking and nipping at my cleavage.

“Look, Lou. There black today.” I say holding my hand up and he grips it, observing the now black nail polish that replaces my normal red; he takes my index finger between his teeth.

“Cheeky.” He says before pushing his lips to mine, his hand slips down my bare stomach and under the waist band of my jeans and panties going straight for my clit, circles being rubbed as I arch my back into Louis’ body. “Blacks not bad either.” He whispers, “But red making you devilish, like this underwear.” I bight his jaw and let my eyes close as his fingers push inside me, a soft moan leaving my lips, his hot breath washing over my chest as he kisses and sucks my skin softly.

“Louis.” I whisper, my right hand leaving his hair to run down his forearm, “Baby, don’t.” I say softly tugging his arm as I feel my orgasm apprising, “Baby I don’t want it like this.” he looks up at me watching him, before he slows his movements.

“Baby, I haven’t got time.” I pull his hand from my centre and kiss his lips softly.

“Wait until you come back.” I whisper, he pushes his lips to mine before looking me in the eye and inserting his middle and ring finger in his mouth, his cheek hollowing slightly as he sucks, a soft moan leaving my lips at the sight, I grip the nape of his neck as he pulls them from his lips, he cups my face with his wet fingers as we kiss, I push him back on the lounge and am now straddling him, “Come back soon, though.” I pure as I bight his ear, a whimper leaving his body causing me to smirk, I peck his lips once more before standing, and gripping my shirt, slipping it over my head and placing my glasses back up my nose before holding my hand out to him, he takes it and I guide him to his feet. I look up at him as he looks down at me, his hand lifting to my face and I lean into the touch closing my eyes briefly, he runs his thumb gently over my eyelash line and I open my eyes to see his watching me.

“You have the most beautiful eyes.” I smiles and lean up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“So do you.”

“Why do you always out do me?” I cock my head to the side confused, “More key rings, memory’s,” he runs his finger over the scar on my right cheek and I chuckle at his complaint before he continues, “More eye colours, boobs.” I laugh at his statement.

“You are such a competitive child and having boobs isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” I pause, “Why do you want boobs?” I ask looking up at him.

“So I can play with them.” he says gripping the place his boobs would sit and I laugh.

“Might be a child but I love you.” I smile and kiss his lips, “Now go to work.” I say pushing him and he smiles.

“I love you too.” He grips his keys from the bench as I push him towards the door and when he gets there he turns and kisses me, “I’ll see you later.” He winks and I bit my lip and nod.

“I hope so.” We kiss once more and he leaves.

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