Beofre Time Runs Out, Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction.

Sequel to Before I Met You. Ellen Aprils is back in London and she has a new addition to the world. Ellen wants to keep her presence a secret from Louis as she is fully aware of his new relationship that she presumed he was happy in. Everything goes there way after Louis is caught cheating on his previous girlfriend with Ellen, after spending a few days at a music festival has photos leaked of their moments.

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You will not understand this story if you haven’t read the begging. (Before I Met You.)

You can find it on my page. : )

 

 

Ellen’s POV

It’s been almost three years since I last saw Louis, we had spoken for a while after I left but gradually lost contact, I hear about him a lot, mostly on the TV and radio, surprisingly him, Liam, Harry, Niall and Zayn formed a band and are now worldwide, from what I have heard the boys are finishing up a world tour, and me im finishing up a signing tour for a book I had published, the signing took me to America for a few weeks, the first time London had been out of Australia. The apartment is quiet as I sit on the lounge, it’s just after midday and London is asleep in my arms, the TV softly buzzing in the background, the cool breeze coming from an open window. When I got back to Australia those months ago I debated with myself whether to keep the baby, the toughs lasted well into November and by then it was too late, London was born May thirteenth, I never got the chance to tell Louis, when I tried contacting him I wasn’t able to, his number had been changed, his social networks deleted and I was just stuck following him on twitter and fading into the crowed he has gained. I jump slightly when there was a knock at the door, looking down at the baby tightly fisting my shirt; I stand and make my way towards the apartment door, opening it to find Tegan. I head down the hall as she closes the door, making my way into London’s room placing her in her cot; I got questioned a lot by my family, asking me if I really wanted to call her London, them knowing that it is a direct link to Louis. But after I heard a nurse call out ‘it’s a girl’ London popped into my head, when I held my baby girl for the first time in the hospital I knew that would be her name or at least her middle name.

“Packing more for the trip?” Tegan asks from the lounge, Bandit my Marble patterned Bangle in her lap, I nod looking around the apartment I moved into a few weeks after London was born, a few bags lie open in the corner waiting for me to pack more things into it for my four to five month stay in the UK.

“Do you want a drink?” I ask as I enter the small kitchen, the apartment is bigger than the one I have in London, then again I got this instinctively so I could raise my child, Tegan asks for a sprite, I grab a can from the fridge along with a creaming soda and take a seat on the lounge next to her and the cat.

“What if you run into him?” she asks as she sits back in her spot and cracks open her can, I do the same before shrugging.

“I probably won’t, him being famous and all.” I pause, “and his got a girlfriend, I can’t just barge in and take him from her.”

“Fair enough.” I nod as we look towards the TV, Tegan reaching for the remote to turn it up and as if on cue I hear myself being called by a small voice, I hop up, placing my soft drink on the coffee table and make my way towards London’s room, when I enter she is standing in her cot.

“Hi baby.” I smile as I reach to pick her up.

“Hi mummy.” Her reply with a smile as I kiss her cheek, leaving the room with her and sitting her between Tegan and I, Tegan sparks up a convocation with her, talking about how we are going to see a different country in a few weeks, London has been extremely excited, I tell her about the plane which im not sure whether she will like, almost a whole day in one seat im sure the neighbouring passengers will be very happy to have a two year old on such a long fight.

Tegan, London and I had gone out for dinner, London crashing on the car ride home, we had spoken over dinner about next week going to the beach, just to do something before we leave for a few months. I carry the sleeping girl in my arms before lying her in bed and covering her in the soft, fluffy blanket that she loves before making my way to my room further down the hall, stripping from my previous clothes and changing into pajamas, slipping under the doona on my bed and resting my bed on the pillow.

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