Feel Again (Louis Tomlinson)

{Book 3 - COMPLETE} All Marley Pennington wanted to do since her freshman year of high school was to turn her life around. To be someone she always wanted to be, and when she gets her dream job, everything seems to be headed in the right direction.
But Louis Tomlinson is another story. He's alone, afraid, and just wanting everything to go back to normal, before everything was ruined. Marley, a well-liked and cheery person tries to change Louis' look on life and love.

"Yeah with you
I can feel again
I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me"


2. Louis

Chapter 2 - Louis

"Mate, you need to stop eating all the food. There won't be any left!" Liam scolds Niall. It is quite annoying how much he eats, considering he never stops. 

Niall just shrugs and moves to sit next to me and Zayn on the couch. Harry is sitting on the chair with Amabel in his lap. They're watching some movie that none of us are paying much attention to. "I'm so bored." I complain. This tour bus could not get any more boring. 

"Don't worry. You won't be tomorrow. We have a meeting with management and Lou is meeting us at the arena early. We have some things to go over before the show tomorrow later in the day." Liam says.

I groan. It's only Tuesday. Amabel and Harry are kissing when I see them from the corner of my eye. "Keep the PDA to a minimum please, guys?" I cringe. 

"Oh come on, Louis. We aren't doing anything." Amabel reasons.

That doesn't make it hurt any less. "I know, I know." I mutter.

No matter how many times I tell Harry's girlfriend that I'm fine, she still doesn't believe me. I don't blame her. Honestly, I'm not the person I was before, she- I can't even say her name-cheated on me. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before, the pain was something I didn't know. So I stopped trying to pretend like I was fine. I stopped faking a smile and instead expressed how I was feeling. I was a jerk most of the time, but could you blame me? My girlfriend that I was in love with, and had been for two years cheated on me. I can't even think about that.

I rub my temples, my head fucking hurts. There's a knock on the door. Liam answers it and then opens it wider. "Hey babe," he smiles. "Who's this?" 

My head snaps up. What? Who is who? Parker walks in and kisses Liam's cheek before revealing a blonde girl, looking around, completely ignoring us. That's what it seems like, at least. The lads and I gather around and waited to be introduced.

"Guys, this is Marley. I met her yesterday." Parker says, then turns to Liam. "This is who I was talking about on the phone, I ran into her at Macy's." 

The girl named Marley stares at us with wide eyes. Her blue eyes flicker to Parker, then me, then Niall, Zayn, Harry and finally Liam. She doesn't say anything, so Zayn speaks first.

"Nice to meet you." He says.

"Welcome!" Harry cries, spreading his arms and giving her a one-armed hug, holding Amabel's hand with his other. 

"It's really nice to meet y'all." Marley finally says, and I think I heard a Southern Accent. It sounds weird and I try not to cringe. I always found American accents strange, this one I never really liked. 

"Hi, I'm Amabel," the blonde girl interjects and wraps her arms around the newcomer. 

Marley's really hot, I'll give her that, but if I'm being completely honest, I loose interest quickly. I meet a lot of really fit girls. Some are fans and some aren't. But ever since El-her, I don't even bother looking anymore. I'm just not going to be bothered with it. 

"I don't mean to-" Marley began, but she was cut off by her ringtone, and I just had to smile at it. It was one of our songs, Alive, the chorus to be exact. Marley turns a bright shade of red and answers it quickly, turning away.

The lads snicker and Parker and Amabel whack their boyfriends. "Dad, I haven't seen them...Check the garage. Did you ask Mom?...Then I don't know. I'm sorry."

She hung up and turned around. 

"What song was that?" Niall grinned and Marley smiled shyly. 

"Sorry, y'all. I'm just a fan, is all. Don't worry about it though." The Southern girl assured us. I was bored, so I managed a smile and walked away, turning on a soccer match. American sports aren't as fun as they are in England. 

Marley laughs loudly at something Niall says, and I plug my ears. Immature, I know, but she is so damn annoying, and I've only known her for five damn minutes. How the hell is that even possible? 

Who is she anyways? I've never heard Parker mention her before. What if she's here to...

"Louis, you could be a little nicer to her." Niall whispers in my ear.

I roll my eyes. "Sorry." 

I've stopped trying to be nice. It was hard before. I was pretending to be okay. I don't really know why, really. But after a little while I got sick of it, it became too much, the pain did. Just the thought of having to fake a smile every day wore me out. That time Amabel took me shopping was one of my better days, one of the days I was pretty convincing. No one seemed to notice that much, at least not very often. I knew some times they knew I wasn't doing that well, but my best mates know me well enough not to ask me about it. I cool down eventually. 
Marley ends up sitting next to me and grabbing the remote. 

"You have a habit of making yourself comfortable." I say coolly. Harry gives me a glare but I ignore it.

She smiles at me. "I suppose." There's that accent again. I bite my lip to hold back a rude comment. 

"I have to piss." I grumble, and go over to the small bathroom on this bus. Seriously, it can't get any more cramped. 

"What did you guys want to do now?" Liam asks when I return.

"Play video games?" Amabel suggests and Harry chuckles, touching his forehead onto his girlfriend's back.

"What?" She asks him.

"Babe, you're horrible at those games." Harry laughs and so does Niall.
It's true. I beat Amabel by a landslide loads of times when we play Grand Theft Auto and Fifa World Cup. She claims I cheat but I tell her it's because she's bloody terrible at it. 

"I wouldn't mind playing." Marley pipes up. I groan. She thinks that she can just come in here and acts like she's known us our entire lives? I don't think so. We don't even know her, but the lads seem pretty cool with her around so I don't bother to say anything. 

"Cool! I want a remote!" Parker lunges for one and so does Marley. The girls turn on the game and Harry and Niall grab the other two. I sit back and watch. 

They play a game, and since I've never played it, it must be new. I've mastered every game we have. When you're constantly traveling by bus, you have a lot of free time in this vehicle. There's not much to do.

My eyes land on Marley and I frown. Her nails are perfectly done and her hair in tight curls. I scoff silently to myself. Snotty rich girl, much? Please. No thanks. I don't want someone that takes four fucking hours to get ready and I already know Marley...whatever her last name is.

"What's your last name?" I blurt out. I really wish I hadn't done that, but if she's going to be hanging out with us now I want to know at least what her last name is.

"My full name is Marley Louise Pennington." She answered, never taking her eyes off the screen. I sat back and Zayn gave me a questioning look.

What's with everyone today? I just asked her a question, geez.

Niall bursts out laughing at something and when I look up, I see the blonde boy with a look of triumph on his face. Harry, on the other hand, looks disappointed. I smile slightly, but jealousy courses through my veins.
Why I can't I be happy like Harry and Liam? And why isn't Niall in his room crying his eyes out? His girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, dumped him. He took it hard, but that was a while ago and I can see he's moved on, but how? He was in love with her, we all know that, but how did he move on so fast? It was probably five or six weeks ago that they broke up. For me, my relationship ended around three months, and I still feel like shit when I see Harry and Amabel and Liam and Parker tell each other they love the other person. It makes me a little angry. Why can they have that and I can't? It's not fair.

Whatever. I don't want to hang around the love birds any longer. I go my bunk on the bus and leave everyone without saying a word.

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