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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Ellen’s POV

I lay slightly over Louis’ body on the floor in front of the fire, our skin still clammy and sticky from the events that occurred only moments ago, his fingers lazily running though my damp hair as our breathing and heart rates return to normal.

“I want wine.” Louis laughs at me sudden request.

“Well do your parents keep wine?” he asked and I nodded, “and where is it?”

“In the back cupboard in the kitchen, the cupboard above the fridge has a second compartment.” He kisses the top of my head and gently lays me back on the floor before standing and making his way towards the kitchen, I grab the blanket from the lounge and Louis returns with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine, placing it down on the floor where he takes a seat back on the floor, I sit on his crossed legs and wrap mine around him, linking my ankles behind him, he pours us both half a glass of wine as I wrap the blanket around us.

“How are you going to feel when you come back here with your parents?” Louis asks as I take a sip of wine, my eyes widen and thankfully I had swallowed before he asked.

“Why would you say that?” he placed his glass aside before lacing his fingers across my lower back and tilting his head back slightly to look up at me as I sit a little bit higher then him.

“Im just asking, I mean you just had sex in the living room of one of your childhood homes.” I push him back, being careful not to spill the red liquid, my knees either side of his hips as I press one hand on his chest keeping me a fair distance away from him.

“Stop it.” he leans up snapping his teeth at my nose.

“Make me.” I place my glass aside and grip his hands, holding them above his head, our chests pressed firmly together as I kiss him, he kisses back pushing his fingers between mine so there intertwined and as im distracted with the kiss he flips us so im under him, his teeth sink into the skin of my neck and my head falls back and my lips part as a gasp leaves them, his body kneels between my legs as he grips my sides tickling me, I squeal in laughter and try rolling to the side to get away from his torchers hands but he keeps me in place as he squeezes at my sides.

“Louis.” I gasp, “Stop!” I almost scream though my laughter, “Louis!” he finally stops and I lay panting, he pushes a kiss to my lips before lying beside me, laughing softly as I try to control my breathing. “Give me my wine.” I say after I catch my breath, propping myself up on my elbows to look at Louis, he reaches over and grabs it, a smirk on his face still.

“No please, no thank you?” I take the glass from his hand drinking the remainder of the red liquid.

“No.” I say and place it down again; he wraps an arm over my body, pushing me back onto the floor and kisses my lips.

“I know you want to say thank you. Don’t you?” I shake my head trying to stop the amusement creping on my face, “You do or do I have to tickle you again?” he nudges my cheek with his nose, “Hmm?”

“No.” I say looking up at him as he watches me from above.

“No to the tickling?” I feel his hands go to my hips, “Or no to the thank you?” he raises an eyebrow; I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down before kissing his lips.

“Thank you for my wine, please don’t tickle me again.”

“Oh a please and thank you in one sentence, very good.” I smile as he kisses me again, my fingers gripping his hair and pulling him away, he groans and complies laying back where I put his head, I prop myself back up on my elbows.

“Do I look fatter?” I ask him, running my palm down my stomach; I had noticed the other morning that I may be putting on weight.

“Well I would say so you can’t even run without getting puffed.” I laugh looking at him.

“Nice fiancé you are.” He smiles leaning up on his elbows and observing the same place I had been looking and he shakes his head.

“Not really.” He runs his hand over my stomach, “I think it’s the same.” He grips my side and pulls me closer to him, covering us in the blanket further, “Now let’s sleep, it’s almost two thirty.”

Next morning.

I woke up to the sound of Louis’ phone ringing, I got out of his embrace and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, the caller ID was Paul and I realise we hadn’t yet told anyone about ‘running away’, I answer the call with a lazy “hello?”

“Mind telling me where you snuck off to in the middle of the night.” He sounded firm, but I know he isn’t angry, I let out a laugh, “There are photos of you both all over the news entering a train station in disguises.”

“People actually got photos of that?”

“Yes but no one can find where you are.”


“Are you going to tell me? There needs to be security with you.”

“There doesn’t, trust me, were safe.”

“Where is Louis?”

“Sleeping, Paul if the paparazzi knew where we were so would you.”

“Well call me when you need a lift back to the hotel.”

“Will do.” He hung up and I placed the phone back on the table slipping back under the blanket beside Louis, he wrapped his arms around me, his eyes still closed.

“What did he say?” Louis asked sleepily.

“He said we needed to call him when we wanted him to come pick us up to go back to the hotel. Apparently people got photos of us at the train station.” He opened his eyes looking down at me.

“People actually knew it was us?”

“Supposedly, yes.”


“I want to stand on a cloud.” I admit as Louis and I lay on the old trampoline in the back yard, the sky a light shade of blue and the clouds flowing in the wind freely.

“You do?” I nod, mindlessly fiddling with his fingers.

“If it was possible I mean.” I tell him, “I just want to know what a cloud feels like.”

“Nothing.” He says, “It would feel like nothing.” I look up at him.

“Do you think so? Don’t you think there would be at least a little bit of pressure? I mean it obviously isn’t air, its gas, I just want to know if it feels any different to when you’re walking down the street.” I look back up at the sky, “What’s something impossible that you want to do?” I ask him as we watch the clouds change shape.

“I want to event something.”

“You invented London.” He laughed “Inventing something isn’t really impossible, I mean not everyone is going to do it but if you wanted to I think you could.”

“That’s true.” I nod, “But it’s just hard to think of something to make, when you have an idea you just figure out that has already been invented.” I nod again, when my phone starts to ring I reach into my pocket to pull it out, looking at the caller ID I go to answer it but Louis snatched the phone from my hand.

“Don’t answer.”

“What if it’s London?” he watches me for a moment, “What if she’s upset?” he frowns before looking at the phone then answering it.

“Hello?” I hear the buzz of a voice but can’t make out the person or the words, “Yeah, I’ll put her on.” He listens for one more moment before handing me the phone and then watching me as I lift it to my ear.



“Yeah, it’s me. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Josh.” She pauses, “His been in a car accident.” My heart stops and I feel as though I can’t breathe, my head starts to pound and I feel as though I’m swaying.

“What do you mean? He can’t drive.”

“He was in someone else’s car, his in a coma, how fast can you get back home?”

“A day, maybe two. Mum.” I can’t focus on anything and I don’t know why I called her name, I can’t lose another person in my life, someone that I love more than anything, “I’ll be there.” I whisper but the rest of the call blows over my head, I don’t remember a think my mum said and I don’t remember any information on my baby brothers wellbeing, I just look down at the blank screen of my phone, Louis sitting in front of me watching my stiff frame.

“What happen?” he finally asked me and I snapped my head up, his voice startling me, “Are you okay?” he asked pulling me into his arms, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says soothingly stroking up and down my back, this is when the tears start to fall and I cling to Louis for dear life, feeling as if he would fade though my fingers if I loosened it even the slightest bit. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked softly and I pull away from him, drying my eyes at best I can and looking up at him, his eyes full of remorse and sympathy.

“Josh was in a car accident, his in a coma. I need to go home.” I shake my head, “I need to see him as soon as I can.” Louis nods pulling me into his arms hushing my sobs.

“It’ll be okay. Shhh, I’ll call Paul and tell him to pick us up right away, we’ll get your things from the hotel and we’ll get you on the next plane back to Australia.”

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