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"


5. Marley

Chapter 5 - Marley

"Thank you for getting here so quickly," I thank Parker for the millionth time. 

"I really don't mind. Actually, I should be thanking you. I don't think I could stand another minute alone in that tour bus with Harry." She sighs. "He was wanting to braid my hair, and every time he tried it just turned out to be one big knot, which I had to get out, despite his many attempts to yank it."

I laugh. "That sounds horrific."

"It was," she groans as we round the corner to the women's section. "So when's this interview?"

"Friday." I answer.

"It's Wednesday. That's in two days!"

"I know!" I throw my hands up in frustration. "I'm freaking out."

"First things first. Dress or skirt, which one do you think is best?"

I ponder the question. If I wear a dress it will give off the impression that I'm trying too hard, that I need to prove to them that I need this job more than anything. If I do that, then they'll start to doubt me because if I was confident in myself, then I wouldn't need to try as hard. Right? I don't know. "Skirt." I decide. 

"Good, let's go." Parker hooks her arm through mine and leads me over to the skirts. We sift through them until she hold something up. "This?"

I shake my head at the blue knee-length skirt. "I don't do royal blue."

"Oh my gosh, this brings out the blue in your eyes. It's perfect!" Parker cries, holding up a baby pink button down shirt. It's young, but professional at the same time.

"I love it," I tell her honestly.

"Good. You find a skirt and I'll be back here with shoes in five minutes." 

I smile and pick out a black pencil skirt that reaches an inch above my knees. Out of fear they might not fit, I try them on. Thankfully they're both my size. As soon as I step out Parker thrusts a show box in my hands. When I open it I see two inch black heels. Perfect. "You got my size right." I say.

"Really? I guessed." Parker laughs. "Jewelry?" 

I shake my head. "I have some earrings at home that I like."

I check out, and I thank Parker again for coming and helping me. "I better get going. If I come back to see that Harry set something on fire or ate some of Niall's leftovers I am so dead." 

I smile. "I'll call you after the interview."


"Yeah, I'm on my way," I tell Harry, then hang up my phone, slipping it back in the pocket of my jeans. After walking around trying to find my car in the parking lot, I put in the key in the ignition and drive back to the venue where the boys are playing. Liam invited me over and I need to catch up with Parker anyways, my interview is tomorrow. The rest of Wednesday went by terribly fast, and my time is running out for me to prepare for the opportunity to get my dream job. Today's Thursday. There's only a day until I have my interview!

When I pull in I am instantly confused. A blue fancy car of a name that I don't know is dormant a few hundred yards away. Someone is sitting in the drivers seat. I park and walk over, and I frown when I see that it's Louis. What is he doing?

I rap on his window but I don't get a reaction, his eyes are still closed and his chest is rising and falling slowly. I knock harder and he still doesn't move. My hand opens the door and I peek my head inside. "Louis? Louis." I whisper even though there is no need for me to keep my voice down. 

I look around but there is no one else around, they must in the bus. I call one of the boys and he answers on the first ring.

"Hey Marley! What's going on?" 

"Hey Zayn," I answer, poking Louis' cheek. I can't help but smile that he isn't waking up and I keep poking his face, it's amusing. "Can you come outside? I need some help with Louis."

"Of course, is he okay?"

"Yeah, I know you guys are busy later today. He's sleeping and I want to get him back to the bus so he can get some sleep in his bunk."

"Alright, I'll be out in a second." He said and hung up. I wait the thirty seconds for Zayn to show up.

"Thanks for this," I say as we help Louis out.

"No worries." He smiles. 

I notice the stench of alcohol on his breath and clothes and I wrinkle my nose. "He's been drinking." I inform Zayn.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not surprised."


"Since his breakup he drinks more than usual. We tell him it's not a good idea considering that he has terrible hangovers and we have shows all the time, but he doesn't listen."

"I'm sorry," I frown. "I don't know Louis that well but I'm sure things will turn around." We are now in the bus, setting Louis on the couch. Everyone is scattered around, giving us strange looks. I go to the kitchen and get him a glass of water while Zayn explains to them that Louis is passed out from drinking last night.

"I hope you're right." Zayn sighs, leaning against the counter to my right. "About thins turning around for him." I give him a small smile, one he returns.

I take a seat next to Louis and shake him. Harry comes over and pours the glass of water on Louis' face. "Harry!" I protest, but stifle a laugh. 

Louis sputters and sits up, a look of pure shock on his face. "What the bloody hell?" He complains. I've never heard that sayin' before but I assume it's something English people say.

Harry laughs out loud, dimples prominent. Amabel takes his hand and brings him to her. She whispers something to him that makes him frown, turn back to Louis and say, "Sorry, mate."

"Ouch! Keep it down would you? My head bloody hurts." Louis snaps and buries his face under his pillow. Niall, Zayn, and Liam and Parker retreat to another part of the bus. 

"Louis, you need to drink something. I'll get you some painkillers for the headache." I sooth him, rubbing his back. I've had hangovers and I hate them, I know how he feels.

"I don't want that." He says, voice muffled from the pillow. I sigh and refill the glass, and find something for his headache. When I return Louis hasn't moved, and Harry and Amabel are gone. It's just Louis and I.

Wouldn't his band mates take care of him when he's in pain? "Here." I ignore his previous protests and put the water and medicine on the table. He groans and sits up, holding his face in his hands.

"It's so bright in here." He groans, and I proceed to close the blinds. His eyes follow my every move.


A frown creases his forehead. "I didn't ask you to close them."

"I know," I shrug. "But why wouldn't I do it?"

"Why would you?" He fires back. What is his problem?

"I was just doing a nice thing." I tell him, and he scowls before taking the medicine and drinking the water until there isn't any left in the glass. 

If he's going to be nice, I don't mind taking care of him. He curls up in a ball and I drape a blanket over him. He doesn't snap at me again and I smile, sitting by his feet and turning on the TV. Justified is on and I turn it up. After a few seconds I feel eyes on me and I give Louis a sympathetic smile before turning the volume lower. Louis' blue eyes lock with mine for a few more seconds before he closes his eyes. 

"I'm bored." A voice startles me.

"I thought you were asleep." I say, turning the TV off.

"My head hurts too much," Louis complains.

"I know something that will help."

"You already gave me painkillers. Terrible ones, at that." He pointes out, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"I wasn't talking about painkillers," I roll my eyes. "Come with me."

"Why?" He asks, stepping back. 

"I know something that will make you feel better. I drink it all the time when I have a hangover."

"You get lots of hangovers?" Louis smirks.

"Not really, but I've had one before and this always helps me. Come on, the place is just down the road."

Louis thinks about it just for a second before he follows me to my car. We drive in silence to the small café. We seat our selves and I order us the magical tea that has a lot of natural herbs in them, I can't tell you all of them, but it a drink sent from the Gods.

"What is this?" He crinkles his nose.

I roll my eyes. "Just drink it."

"Fine," he grumbles, and takes a sip. His eyes flutter closed and I can already see some more color in his cheeks. "What's in this?" He asks, god smacked. 

"I honestly don't know. Nothing bad, I promise, it's just some herbs and some sweetener." I answer, smiling.

"Oh," he frowns, staring at the green liquid.

Silence falls over us and it's uncomfortable. I clear my throat and Louis looks up at me expecting me to say something. "So um...How's the tour?"

"It's great." He answers plainly. 

"Good. I have an interview for a job tomorrow." I inform him, trying to start a conversation.

"Oh yeah?" He doesn't sound interested at all.

"Yeah, it's for a job I've always wanted." I'm getting excited just thinking about it. I finally picked out an outfit. It's professional yet casual and feminine. I'm so nervous.

"Good for you." Why does he have to sound like he would rather be jumping off a cliff than talking to me? It's rude.

"You know you could at least try to pay attention." I snap at him, but why do I feel bad? He's being rude, but a little voice in the back of my head tells me I want his attention. I wish he would talk to me, he's really hot and no one has ever talked to me like this before.

Louis looks at me. "I'm sorry." His voice is soft.

I sigh. "I'm sorry. You're busy and you probably don't care."

"I do care," he whispers. I almost don't hear him. "I just don't know why. I hardly know you."

"That could change." I smile.

"Yeah, but there's no point." He scowls.

"Why not?"

He looks around, seeming a little nervous. "Can I tell you something, and you promise not to share it with anyone else?"

I lean in closer. "Of course, Louis."

He frowns. "Honestly, I don't even know why I am telling you this. I'll probably regret it later."

I don't care. I want to get to know Louis Tomlinson, and I'll take anything he offers.

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