Wouldn't Be Here Without Them

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Zayn, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry couldn't be here without their fans, Directioners. They have wanted to do something BIG for a very long time now, but management wouldn't allow anything. The boys had come up with something extraordinary to do for the fans. They knew that management wouldn't be happy about this, and it might just cost them their entire job, but the boys was going to go through with it.


5. Morning Date.

                                                      Louis's P.O.V

After I had gotten ready this morning for the day, I texted Jenna. I felt like I couldn't get away from her beauty. I had dreamt about her last night, and all I remember is us falling in love. It was quite a sweet dream. One of my favorites actually. I think I might have woken her up, and I kind of felt bad but she was okay with it I guess. I decided I was to lazy to just text her, and I needed to hear her voice again anyway so I called her up.


"Hey! Just to lazy to text right now, so I hope you don't mind me calling," I told her.


"Hey! No it's fine. I'm kind of glad you called. It was killing me," She replied. I laughed.


"Well, do you want to maybe do something today? Just me and you."


"Sure. What did you have in mind?"


"Maybe, a morning date. I mean like today, on this date, in the morning. Like in a few hours," I screwed up big time there.


"Haha! Sure, Starbucks at, mhh, 11?" She asked me. I looked over at the time on the oven, it was 10.


"Sounds good."


"Alright! See you then, oh and the one on Roulf Street, right?" She asked me.


"Yeah. I'll meet you there. Seen yeah Jenna!"


"Okay! Bye Lou."


I waited until she hung up before I went into the kitchen to make me some toast. I hadn't ate yet. After I ate my toast while watching a few shows on the television it was time to leave. I put my plate in the dishwasher after rising it off, and then I grabbed my car keys. Ready to go. I went out of my front door, and turned to knob, making sure my flat was locked securely. I slid into the drivers seat and drove off to Starbucks. I drove for about 10 minutes before I arrived at Starbucks. I put the car in park, and took my cars out. I walked inside the one story building, and tried to find Jenna. I soon saw her at a table on the left side of the building. I walked up to her and sat across from her.


"Oh Hey Lou!" She smiled as she held her muffin in her hand.


"Couldn't wait?" I laughed.




"I'll be right back. I'm going to get me a Frappe."


I got up and got my a strawberry kiwi Frappe. Although it sounds gross, its really the best Frappe they have here. It was so delicious. This time I sat by Jenna, making her scoot over more. Me and Jenna talked that whole morning, sometimes we would get up to get more drinks, or to use the restrooms. We never let it get silent. I was so surprised that no one came up to me knowing that I was Louis Tomlinson. I was glad though. I had asked Jenna about her family, and her past. She asked the same to me after she was finished telling her story, so I told her. I felt like me and her were old friends and now we were just catching up on things. I really enjoyed it being like this. She was so much different then other girls, and when I insisted on hugging her whenever she told my something sad, she would just smack me playfully.


"Please?" I was now begging her for a hug. I needed to touch her so badly. She was to hard to resist, I had to just man up and do it. So I did, but it's not what I originally planned to do. I leaned into her irresistible lips and kissed her. She didn't kiss me back, which made me a little upset. I knew she was in shock, but I mean I had to right? I pulled away.


"No Louis!" She said in a little kids voice.


"What?" I asked confused.


"Come back," She winked before quickly leaning in and kissing me. I kissed back. Yeah, your welcome Jenna, I laughed inside.



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