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

“Are you going to be right going to school?” Louis asks softly as he brushes my hair from my forehead and I shrug.

“I don’t think im going to go.” my fingers are taken in his as he lifts them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back.

“Im sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” He whispers, I sit up wrapping my arms around him, he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and I sub stand a wince as his head bumps my saw neck and I run my fingers though his hair as he holds me around the middle.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“But I should have been there to stop him, to kick his arse and not let him get away with it. Harry should have kicked his arse.”

“Harry didn’t know it was me, im lucky he even stopped because I don’t think I would have been able to follow through with anything other than the punch.” I look at my hand as Louis pulls away, there’s a small cut between two of my knuckles, Louis’ fingers trail up my arm and over my shoulder till he lightly bushes the tips of his fingers over the saw skin, the skin that had been dotted with purple last night.

“They’re really bad now.” He whispers, almost to himself as he observes them, I frown and pull away from his touch, catching his hand with mine.

“Please stay home with me.” My plea is soft as I look back to see Louis nod, he had gotten ready for school and was about to leave when I woke, “Come back to bed.” I whisper, he kicks his shoes off, scooting back to his side of the bed and I fix the doona over his body as he pulls my into him, his warmth heating my body as I stroke my fingers up and down his chest and stomach which is covered by a shirt.


I was in the kitchen searching though draws looking for a measuring cup, I tilted my head to the side when I come across my journals, they aren’t how I left them, my eye dose the stupid little squint before I stand to my full height, my hands on the edge of the counter and I think, my lip taken between my teeth as I kick it shut getting Louis attention.

“I told you not to read the books.” His feet leave the coffee table and he sits up on the lounge looking at me, “But you read them anyway.” My tongue runs over my teeth as I make my way around the other side of the island. “Why?” I raise an eyebrow but he doesn’t meet my gaze. “What else do you go behind my back and do?” I raise me voice and he looks up at me, his lips moving as he tries to form words. “Tell me Louis!” I shout, “Why?” I stand there and look at him for a moment, but he still doesn’t say anything, I grip my jacket from its place hanging over the stool and walk towards the door, Louis tells me to wait but the door is slammed and I am jogging down the stairwell while slipping my jacket on. I go thought the front doors of the building and though the small gape between the buildings and to the park that is conveniently placed behind the apartment complex. During the day it is occupied by children and their mothers and fathers but it’s after dark as I sit on one of the four swings, resting my head on the chain as I swing it slightly, my feet never leaving the ground though. I know I shouldn’t care that he did it but I asked him not to, he told me he wouldn’t, I know he knows about Lynthia but he doesn’t know about the shit that went on in my life after her, he doesn’t know how fucked up I really an and even if he says it’s a good thing he will never change my mind, I will always think I am not good enough for him or anyone for that matter. My head flicked to my right as I heard the chain to the swing beside me chatter, Louis sat down and I looked straight ahead again.

“Im sorry.” I hear him speak, but I don’t egnolage it as I look ahead at the dark park. “Baby.” Louis says softly as he now stands by the swing, his hand clasping the chain causing it to stop its little movements, he takes a step so he is in front of me, his hand trailing down the chain to mine as he grips them, tugging me up, I wrap my arms around his neck as he does the same around my middle, his face nuzzles into the crook for my neck as mine does the same to his. “Im sorry.” He whispers again and I pull away looking up at him, raindrops falling onto us softly dotting our clothes with water before it became heavy, he crashes his lips onto mine as my fingers grip the nape of his neck, my other hand fisting his drenched shirt as he desperately holds me to his body, we pull away from the kiss as Louis starts to Laugh, I look over his shoulder as I hold him to me just as desperately as he was holding me.

“What?” I ask and he tightens his grip around me.

“This is such a cliché.” I smile at the though and nuzzle my head into the crock of his neck, I never noticed I was straining on my toes to be at the height I was.

“I love cliché’s.” I admit and I feel his hand drift up my back, under my shirt before he withdraws his touch.

“Let me take you somewhere.”

“But it’s raining.” I state and he smiles.

“The place im taking you isn’t much dryer.” He takes my hand and we make our way down the small alley and into the building but we don’t take the elevator, we take the stairs, instead of going up we head down to the garage and Louis opened the passenger door to his car for me after unlocking it, I climb in and he goes around to the driver’s side, Louis starts to drive, I don’t even know where we had ended up after we stopped but It took a while for the drive to end. Louis gets out of the car and I follow and as soon as I see my surroundings I know where we are, I look towards him as we waits for me at the nose of the car, I smile as I almost run to him, taking his hand he continues the quick pace as we jog though, passed all the trees and finally are in the familiar open meadow. “Undress.” He says as he peels his shirt from his torso, I do the same and he is already tugging down his wet briefs that have almost become see though casing a blush to flash on my cheeks, I look down for a moment as I pop the button on my jeans but Louis’ gone when I look up. “Im getting lonely over here.” I hear him say, amusement in his voice as I peel my panties down my legs, locking eyes with him as I reach behind my back and unclip my bar, letting it fall from my shoulders and down my arms before dropping it to the pile of our clothes on the socked grass. Louis catches me as I jump in the water, its deeper than last time, and the water is running fast, I wrap my legs around Louis necked hips, kissing his lips, breasts presses firmly to Louis toned chest as I grip the nape of his neck and run my fingers though his hair.

“You’re crazy.” I whisper and he smirks before nodding.

“Crazy about you.” I let out a laugh as I look down at him, my body slightly higher than his as he holds me, “You’re beautiful.” He tells me and I bring my hand up to comb my fingers though his hair.

“You make me feel beautiful.” I whisper and he watches me, the index finger on my right hand following a rain drop down from his temple to his jaw. “You make me feel a lot of things and I can’t describe them, all I know is that you changed me and you made me better.” He shakes his head.

“That’s not true.” He says quietly, “You haven’t changed, you’re the same girl I met last year, the same girl that needed help twice in one night to turn a heater on, the same girl that broke a glass after we ran into each other.” I smile at the memories playing out in my mind, “The same girl that went back to buy a bra I wanted her to, the same girl that cleans in very short shorts and topless.” I feel like crying, “The same girl that was ashamed to where her glasses until I focused her to.” My bottom lip is taken between my teeth, “The same girl who can run and run and not even need to take one gasp for breath, the same girl that is so fucked up she will swear in front of everyone but the one person who has seen her completely naked.” I laugh at his statement, “But that’s the girl I fell in love with and that’s the girl you still are.” Even though it’s raining I feel the hot tear fall from my eye and Louis smiles up at me before moving one of his hands from under my thigh to run his thumb under my right eye. “You’re crying.”

“How could you possibly know that?” I slightly laugh and he kisses me.

“I just do.” He tells me and I wriggle to have my feet on the streams floor, his hands holding my hips as we look at one another.

“I love you, Louis.” his head dips and he presses a kiss to my lips, his tongue entering my mouth as the kiss deepens, he backs me up against the high bank, my arms around his neck as he pins my between his body, “Let’s go back to the car.” I whisper, my eyes closed and our foreheads rest on one another’s, I loss all contact I had with him and turn to see he has gotten out, holing a hand out for me and pulling me out of the water, the rain still poring as we gather the clothes and get back to the car, im ushered into the back seat, throwing the wet clothes into the front as Louis climbs in closing the door. His body over mine as our lips connected, our breathing heavy as my fingertips pressed into the skin of his back, his erection brushing my dripping crutch as we tried getting comfortable in the small space.

“Baby.” he whispered nudging my cheek with his nose.


“I don’t have a condom.” He tells me and I roll my eyes.

“Louis, im on the pill.” He pulls his head back, looking down at me, “I make you use a condom to make sure I don’t get pregnant.” I answer his unspoken question and he nods in understanding, he reaches between us with one hand and I feel his tip trace my slit, pushing in a tiny bit before spreading my wetness around.

“Your leaking all over my seats.” He said as his tip teases my clit, my eyes closed in pleasure as a hand ran down his back.

“Baby, our whole bodies are covered in water.” he smirks down at me and I bit my lip as he pushes in, my head falling back on the seat, I turn it to the side to press a kiss to the skin of his wrist as he holds himself up, my eyes close as his thrusts begin to pick up pace. He drops a bit and is now resting on his forearms, I grip a hand and guide it towards my breasts where he palms them softly, whimpers leave my lips as that just adds to the pleasure.

“You look so hot like this baby.” he groans as his thrusts hit a new depth, my bottom lip taken between my teeth my forehead creased and eyes fluttered closed, I look up at him after his statement, my fingers trailing up his spine to the nape of his neck and shoulder, pulling him closer to me and I nibble at the clammy skin of his neck.

“I love seeing you above me.” I whisper and he delivers a poetically deep thrust causing me to scream out, both his elbows pushed into the leather both sides of my head as he curls into me, getting a new angle and hit the perfect spot. “Louis.” I pant, “Lou, im gonna cum.” A loud sigh leaves my lips, “Baby!” I shout, my back arching, his arms curl under me, as he guides us to our end, every single thrust hitting my g-spot, my back now off the seat as he nuzzles his face between my breasts, his hot breath washing over me as I feel the knots in my stomach, my walls contracting around his erection, sweat trickling down both our bodies, the glass windows of the car fogged up from our heavy breathing and body heat, a grunt was heard and Louis slammed into me, once then twice more and I felt his hot cum in me, the heat forcing my orgasm from my bodies as our liquids mixed, this was the first time I had ever felt the hot sensation of sperm being shot into my body. Louis collapsed on top of me, not only were our liquids mixing on the inside but our sweat did the same, he pulled out slowly, his now limp penis laying against my core as I feel our end drip from my opening and onto Louis’ back seat. “It’s on the seat.” I quietly tell him, his lips puckering against my neck as he hushes me.

“Shh, worry about it later.” He says softly, my fingers lazily twirling his hair as I lie spent beneath him.

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