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.


9. 9

Four days later

Ellen’s POV

The iTunes top one hundred was blasting though the house, Tegan was in my room down stairs playing DJ while I was upstairs cleaning my butt off.  All week Harry has been in one hundred percent arse mode since my comment at the restaurant, he had eased off the slightest bit but this has come to bight me on the arse big time, his firing comments get my to bark back just as much except Louis attempts to stop me from firing up, he has no idea what it’s like when I fully explode and I hope he never has to. I start the vacuum the music’s volume almost shutting the vacuum out completely.

Louis’ POV

When I reached Ellen’s house all the front windows of the house were open, the door also, the screen door closed though, I knock on the door but no one comes, they must not be able to hear me, Ellen’s car is in the drive way, she must be home.

“I ALMOST FELL DOWN THE FUCKING STIAIRS!” Ellen’s voice screams though the house in a laugh, I knock again louder and I see a head pop out from a room down the hall, they make their way towards me, I recognise her from the restrained, Tegan.

“Hi.” She says loudly and unlocks the screen door and observing me, “Can I help you.”

“I’m Louis, is Ellen home.” I ask and her eyes widen slightly.

“So you’re the famous Louis, nice to finally meet you.” She smiles, “Come in, she’s up stairs the third room on the right she should be in.” she says and closes the door behind me, ‘Am I Wrong’ by Nico & Vinz screaming though the house, I make my way up the stairs and down the hall till the third to the right, sure enough Ellen’s in there, her hair out and the shortest pair of shorts I have ever seen her in hung from her hips, when she reached up onto a high shelf is when I noticed she was topless and the bra she was wearing mad my breath catch in my throat, the lime green, lace bra I wanted her to get last week was clipped around her breasts.

“Nice bra.” I say slightly loud, her arms move from their position and her feet flatten on the floor, she slowly lowers her arm to her side and turns to me.

“Shit, Louis.” she stumbles backwards into the bed and did a backwards rollie pollie to the floor on the other side, I can’t help but laugh.

“You okay?” I ask moving towards her to help her to her feet, she had glasses on. She wears glasses?

“Stop!” she raises a hand, “Don’t come any closer, go to my room and get me a shirt.”

“Isn’t this your room?” I ask looking around.

“More like ex bedroom, go down to Tegan, tell her to give you a shirt from my wardrobe.”

“I was just saying I like your taste in bras.”

“Ha ha, now go get me a shirt.” I do as she says and make my way down stairs and into the room her friend emerged from to answer the door.

“Hey.” I called over the music, she turned her head to look at me “Ellen needs a shirt.” I shout.

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot she was topless.” She winks, oh god she knew she was topless, she did it on purpose, she got up from the big bed and made her way through a door, this room is much bigger than the one up stairs, the walls a pale green colour, a leather lounge sat under the window, I made small observations before Tegan emerged with a plane green t shirt, she throw it at me and I left going back upstairs, Ellen was still sat on the floor her head on the bed as she waited, hiding.

“Ellen!” she looked up and I throw the top at her, she caught it in one hand and quickly slipped it on before she stood up pulling her hair out from the neck of it.

“How long were you standing there!” she demanded.

“Less than a minute.” Her palm pushed against her forehead, closing her eyes, “You went back and got the bra.” I state, she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“You were never supposed to see it, you aren’t supposed to be here.” He looks slightly nervous.

“You wear glasses.” I state, she taps the side of them before pacing out of the room and into the bathroom, I follow her, she leans against the vanity, one hand fisting the glasses her head bowed on the counter as she tried catching her breath.

“What are you doing here?” she asks standing up straight, she squints her eyes, obviously having trouble seeing.

“Ellen, put the glasses on.”

“No Louis, god dam it, answer my question.”

“You weren’t at school, I came to see it you were alright. I didn’t know I would catch you like that, I’m sorry.” She started walking for the door but I stepped in front of her. “Louis, move.” She demanded softly.

“Not until you put the glasses on, stop straining your eyes.” she hesitated in pushing the glasses back on, she left her head bowed and I let her past, she made her way back into the room and I followed, “Why weren’t you at school?” she started stacking things back on the shelf.

“I was cleaning the house.” She states softly.

“Why on a school day?”

“I’m ‘babysitting’ over the weekend, im going to pick my cousins up soon so I didn’t have time to do it when I got home from school.” I nod in understanding.

“Where are you parents.”

“They went up the cost, that’s why im babysitting my little cousins, my aunty and uncle are meeting my parents up there.”

“What are you doing with them after you pick them up.” She shrugs.

“Bringing them back here, go swimming, I don’t know they always find something to do.”

“You have a pool?” she nods and waved me over to look out the window, “Oh right.” I nod.

“I have to leave in twenty to get to their house by four thirty and thankfully im finished.” I follow her out of the room and into the one over. “Soap, you haven’t even moved, im leaving to go get them soon.” She says annoyed, “You said you would do it in five minutes three hours ago, do it now.” I didn’t hear his reply, “Now or I turn the power to the house off while im gone and you have to do it in silence.” I hear a groan. “Thank you.” She steps back and closes the door, ‘Stolen Dance’ by Milky Chance booming though the house, I follow her down stairs and into her room.

“Tegs, Soaps staying here while I go get the girls, will you stay with him?” she nods not looking at Ellen, the music is extremely loud down here, I don’t know how she has is right near her. “Did you want a drink?” she asked I declined and she pushes Tegan off the bed and made it neatly.

“I was comfortable.” Tegan shouted over the music.

“Oh well, go get comfortable on the lounge.” Ellen points, after she’s made the bed she walked out, me following her like a lost puppy.

“Why’d you move into that room?” I asked as we stood in the kitchen, Ellen getting herself a drink.

“I wanted a bigger bed.” She shrugs, “The one up stairs is a double I have a queen now.”

“How long ago did you move down stairs?” she squinted a second as she thought.

“Two years ago, a bit over, maybe.” I nod, “You can go up to my brother, you guys have never met. Come.” She leads me up stairs and back into the room beside where she was cleaning.

“Im doing it!” a young voice shouted.

“Im not in here for that.” She said with a laugh then motioned for me to walk in, the room wasn’t even that messy, Ellen was over reacting, “Soap meet Louis, Louis, Josh.” I nodded my head at him and he smiles, “Louis’ gonna keep you company.” She says dragging me in, I sit on the small bed as he looks at his sister, “Have fun.”

“Are you and my sister dating?” He asks after a moment.

“No.” he looks at me.

“Do you like her?” I shrug, he goes back to cleaning his room.

“So. How old are you, Josh?”

“Ten and I prefer Soap.” He states and I raise my hands in defeat.


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