Jess is just starting her second semester of being a Junior in high school. To start the semester off, she volunteers to show the new kid around the school. Mainly because she gets to skip gym class, but also because she is intrigued by the idea of meeting someone new. Over the first month of school, Jess becomes really close friend with the new student, but who wouldn't become best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He's funny, entertaining, and not to mention cute, but Jess would never admit to thinking that. Louis is always there for Jess, especially when she gets heart shattering news that changes everything.


34. Part 3: Moving In

Synopsis of the last four years:

Louis and Jess found their ways to survive four years of separation. After realizing how tough it truly was during the first year apart, with the constant phone calls and video chats that only made their hearts weaker, they came to a decision to have one call once a week. It worked well for them, as they found their hearts growing fonder of each other due to the time between each call. They didn’t feel pressured to talk everyday, unless there was an event worth sharing immediately. The weekly calls lasted hours. They never ran out of things to talk about. It was easier on them to talk less often but for longer amounts of time. 

Through the rest of their college years, they saw each other only over breaks. They had spent two our of four Thanksgivings together, one our of four Christmases together, and three of four Spring Breaks together. Their summers were spent interning and experiencing the real world to develop skills for their impending careers post graduation. Again, the time between their visits allowed for their hearts to grow stronger and develop a deeper connection. Every moment they spent talking and in each others presence felt like a gift, and it was never taken for granted. 

Jess graduated with a major in English and secondary education, also landing a job as a high school English teacher in Wyoming. Though she still dreams of writing a novel someday, she has discovered her passion for education and is thrilled to be able to teach soon.

Louis changed his major a few times, but he graduated with a major in music production and a certificate in dramatic arts. He’s been interning with the same record label since the summer after their second year of college. The company offered him a full time position after graduation, but he declined to be closer to Jess. Jess is unaware of his plans to move to Wyoming with her.

The last time the two spoke was the day before Louis’ graduation. The last time the two saw each other was the Spring Break of their third year. It has been a littler over a year since they last saw each other in person, their schedules not lining up in the slightest during their final year of college.


“Mom,” I spoke anxiously to my mom. “If we are late to the ceremony, I will cry.” 

“Jess, you need to calm down,” she put her hand on my bouncing knee. 

I gave her a look of despair. “I haven’t seen Louis in more than a year.”

“I know, sweetie. But his parents are there waiting for us and holding our seats. And we’re going to make it on time. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I can’t help it. I miss him so much.”

“I know you do.”

I bit my lip and checked my phone. The last notification I had was from Louis: a picture of him in his black cap and gown, showing a thumbs up, with the caption, “I wish you could be here.”

“He still doesn’t know that you’re coming?”

“No. It’s a total surprise,” I smiled.

Originally, I had to be in Wyoming this week to secure my new teaching position, but I was able to convince the school to give me an extra week. I didn’t tell Louis about this because I wanted to surprise him at his graduation ceremony. Through our years apart, grand romantic gestures became a sort of tradition of ours. We were constantly trying to one-up each other ever since that first night when Louis flew all the way to California to see me after our first fight while apart. It was a way for us to stay connected without having to feel the pressure of talking everyday, along with out weekly calls (of which we haven’t missed a single one).

“Johannah said she’s going to meet us outside,” I said as my mom parked the car in the crowded parking lot outside of the large auditorium. 

“Alright, let’s go find her.”

My heart leaped as I stepped out of the car and followed my mom towards the building. In a matter of hours, I was going to see my love again. After such a long time, I was going to get to hold him again. I craved his touch; that was something I disliked most about being apart. It was hard to go so long without feeling his arms around me. His arms acted as a safe haven for me, and it was hard to adjust to not having them there for me when I needed them.

“Jess!” I heard Johannah exclaim as we approached her.

“Johannah, how are you?” I hugged her.

“I’m so happy to see you! It’s been far too long. I’m so glad the two of you could make it,” she hugged my mom as well and ushered us inside.

We quickly caught up as we got to our seats, where Daniel was waiting for us. It was comforting to be in the presence of Louis’ parents again. They felt like as much a part of my family as Louis did. Our families have become close since the beginning of our relationship. They feel like one in the same, and it’s pleasing to me that my family loves Louis as much as I do and vice versa. 

Throughout the ceremony, I searched for Louis in the sea of graduates but couldn’t find him until I saw him walk across the stage and accept his diploma. The smile on his face warmed my heart; he looked incredibly happy. I felt so proud of him in that moment. My heart was full of love and appreciation for the boy that has become my world. 

It’s been amazing to watch Louis grow into the lovely young man that he is now. He’s still the same Louis at heart, the same crazy teenage boy that I fell in love with, but there’s an edge to him now that makes my heart beat a little faster than normal. He’s grown into his features, his jawline is more pronounced, his eyes are more brilliantly blue, though his smile is still large and dorky like always. He’s taller, broader, and more muscular. He’s grown up.

After the ceremony, Louis called his parents and said that he would meet them at the restaurant they had reservations at instead of going back to their hotel with them. He said that he needed to go back to his apartment to take care of something, that he didn’t mind walking back to the apartment so they could go ahead and take the car.

“Jess, I have an idea,” Johannah smiled at me after the phone call ended. “Louis says that he’s walking back to his apartment to do something instead of meeting us now, so how would you feel about us dropping you off and surprising him there instead of meeting him at dinner? I have his spare key.”

My stomach fluttered in a storm of butterflies at the thought of seeing him. “That’s a good idea.”

“Alright, let’s get going then. We have to beat him there for this to work.”

The short drive to Louis’ apartment was enough time to build up my anticipation and anxiety to the point that my hands were shaking and my heart was working overtime. A whole year apart from Louis. There’s a lot to Louis that is missed over video and phone calls. There’s a definition to his laugh that isn’t caught through a phone. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that doesn’t show up in video. There’s the small movements that he makes with his hands while talking that are cut out of the picture. And there’s the physical qualities, like his touch and smell, that are completely missing through technological communication. I’ve missed the feeling of his hand in mine. I’ve missed the way his cologne lingers on my pillow after a night spent watching movies. 

“Here we are,” Daniel announced as he pulled over in front of the tall apartment building. “His room is on the fourth floor, 421.” 

“Thank you so much,” I smiled at his parents. “We’ll meet you at the restaurant in, what, an hour?”

“Yeah, our reservation isn’t until 5:00pm, so you two have plenty of time to catch up.”

I smiled. “Alright, I’ll see you two soon.”

When I stepped into his apartment building, I already felt closer to him than I had in ages. This was his home for the past three years, this was where he spent the majority of his time. While I waited for the elevator, I thought about Louis doing the same thing day after day. He would stand here, hands in his pockets, earbuds blasting his favorite songs. Or maybe he took the stairs everyday. Maybe he considered that his daily exercise, climbing the four flights of stairs to his apartment. 

I stepped in the elevator when it opened, and I pushed the number four, just like Louis had countless time. I leaned against the wall, and I pictured Louis standing in there with me. He would make a joke about elevator sex just to get me to laugh, then he would put his arm around me and say that, though he was joking, the offer was always on the table.

When I stepped out on his floor, I walked down the hall to his apartment. I turned the key and entered, taking in everything about his home that I couldn’t notice from a FaceTime tour he had once give me. The small kitchen had a small pile of dishes resting in the sink, and a used pot sat on the stovetop. The living area had a couch and two chairs, both black, and I could see him sitting there on Saturday nights, drinking a beer while watching some sports game. There was little clutter in the room, and I could tell that Johannah had recently come in here and attempted to clean up after her son. I found his bedroom and smiled at the typical boyish state of his room, clothes on the floor and unmade bed. His bedside table help a lamp and a single framed picture of the two of us.

I paused in the bathroom to make sure that I was still presentable, when I heard him fumble with his key in the door. 

“Mom? I thought I said I’d meet you at the restaurant later,” he called out. I heard him set his things down and walk throughout the apartment, looking for who he assumed to be his mom. “Mom?”

I stepped from the bathroom and smiled through the small tears forming in my eyes. Louis mumbled a string profanities and threw his arms around me the second he laid his eyes on me. He held me so close to him. The warmth behind our embrace, the love floating around us and the sense of desperation behind the way his arms held me, made my body feel like it was floating. 

He cradled my face in his hands. “Jess, I thought…”

“I got an extra week.”

“Oh, my God,” he shook his head. There were tears rising in his eyes. “I missed you so much.”

“I know. I love you, Lou.”

He kissed me then, and I felt my head spin. 

When you go along time without seeing someone, you forget about how much that person affects you. I hadn’t felt his kiss in so long that the rush of emotions that fell over me was overwhelming. I struggled to remain standing as my stomach filled with a kaleidoscope of butterflies, my head started to blur and feel fuzzy, and my fingers and toes lit up with warmth. Every part of my body was simultaneously on fire. 

“I missed this so much,” I told Louis.

He hummed in response, kissing the top of my head. 

“I know what you mean. I started cuddling my pillow at night, but it just wasn’t the same.” 

I laughed, stepping back from him to take in everything that I hadn’t seen in a year. “You get taller every time I see you.”

“And you get more beautiful every time I see you.”

I hugged him close to me again.

“Do you want something to drink?” He offered, taking my hand and leading me to the living room. 

I took a seat on the couch while we went to his fridge. “A glass of water would be nice.”

“Coming right up,” he smiled at me.

He came back with two glasses, set them both down on the table in front of him, and sat down close to me. 

“Do you not have coasters?” I asked, noticing a ring of water already appearing on the wood of the table.

“Just use that magazine,” he shrugged, pointing to an old issue of People. “And don’t you dare say anything about that, sometimes I like to know what the Kardashians are doing.”

I smiled at him and placed the glasses on it, wiping the water from the table with my sleeve. I leaned back, and Louis pulled me closer to him. A smile was still imprinted on his face.

“So,” he said, playing with my hair. “How have you been? What’s new?”

“Well, I move to Wyoming next week. I'm going to be a high school English teacher, Lou. That’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“You’re going to be an amazing teacher, Jess. I’m so proud of you.”

“What about you? You got a job offer with that record label you’ve been working with! That’s incredible.”

He nodded slowly. “I don’t think that’s going to work out.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I have a job interview in Wyoming next week.”


“Louis, which of these colors looks like the most relaxing color?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, which color makes you feel the least awake?”

“That one,” he pointed to the light blue swatch.

“Good choice,” he kissed his cheek.

“How come we’re only painting the bedroom? I feel like that’s discriminating against the other walls. There feelings are going to get hurt.”

I smiled lovingly at him. “Well, if we move out, we have to paint the walls back to their original color, so it’s easier to just paint the bedroom.”

“What if we just didn’t paint any of them?” He gasped, acting as if that idea was too ludicrous.

“Because whatever color you paint a bedroom affects the way you sleep,” I told him. 

“Oh, you mean this room is only for sleeping?” 

I laughed louder than intended, causing Louis to smile broadly at his own joke. “Come on, let’s get some lunch before those guys come to deliver our furniture.”

“And by that you mean order a pizza?”

“Of course,” I smiled.

Louis fist pumped the air and jumped around the small space of our bedroom.


Every time I’m reminded about sharing a space with Louis, my stomach flips. Everything was about to become ours, instead of his and mine. It was all going to be stuff we share. It’s going to be our place, our room, our home. We are going to be living together. It’s surreal to think that once upon a time we were little high schoolers trying to get through the day, then growing college students fighting to get a degree, and, now, here we are— together still.

I never pictured Louis dropping everything he had established in New York to be with me in Wyoming. I had imagined that we would have to spend a few more years apart before we couldn’t stand being apart anymore, so one of us would move to be with the other; and I always imagined that it would be me moving. It was incredible of him to leave behind his growing career to move here with me.

Out of all the grand romantic gestures that we’ve shared, I think he takes the first place position with this one.

“What’s our address again?” Louis asked while ordering our lunch online.

I smiled at the word again, telling him our address. 

“Why are you so smiley?” Louis raised his eyebrows after closing his laptop.

I shrugged. “I’m just really happy.”

“Why’s that?” He smiled, approaching me in the kitchen.

I hopped up and sat on the counter. “Because all of this is ours.”

“There’s nothing here to call ours yet,” he joked.

“You know what I mean,” I rolled my eyes. “This is our home.”

Louis sat down on the counter next to me, and our knees touched. I reached for his hand. Louis intertwined our fingers and placed our hands on my leg. 

“I like it when you hold my hand,” he blushed lightly.

I leaned over and gave him a small kiss. 

“This is going to be so great. Living with you is going to be awesome,” he said, kicking his legs out in front of him. 

“I’ve dreamed about this since high school,” I confessed. “But I always thought we’d be married by now.”

“I kind of always thought we would be, too.”

“So where’s the ring, Tommo?” I joked, bumping my shoulder into his.

“Hold your horses, Jess. Good things take time,” he winked. “Just like this pizza.”

I laughed. “I know, I’m super hungry.”

“We don’t even have a table to eat at yet,” he looked around our nearly empty apartment, the only thing taking up space was a handful of boxes containing stuff we already owned.

I laughed again. “I guess we’ll have to slum it on the floor.”

“You got a blanket?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah, in the back of my car.”

“Well, we can eat on that and pretend we’re on a picnic.”

“That’s a cute idea,” I said. “I’ll go get the blanket.”


“Look at how huge this bed is!” Louis exclaimed, flopping onto the mattress. “This is going to be such a luxury after spending four years on a twin bed.” 

I agreed, laying on my back next to him. He rolled closer to me, his head coming to rest on my stomach. I combed my fingers through his hair.

“Oh, I’m definitely spoiled now, especially since you’re going to be sleeping next to me every night.”

“This is what dreams are made of,” I sighed happily. 

“Isn’t that a Disney song?” He questioned.

“Lizzie McGuire, to be specific,” I nodded.

“You’re so adorable,” he said, scrambling to sit up and lay on top of me. “You drive me crazy.”

I slung my arms around his neck. “Good.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “First kiss on our new bed.”

“We should put some sheets on it at some point,” I noted. “And to do that, we have to go buy some.”

“You always ruin my fun with laundry,” he said, beginning to get up.

“I didn’t say it had to be right now,” I pointed out. 

“Yes, but I’m just too aware of how itchy this mattress is without anything on it.”

Louis stood up and held his hand out for me. I followed him from our room and back into the newly furnished living room of our apartment. All of our furniture had been delivered, now all we needed was to buy the smaller things, such as sheets, towels, plates, and so on. Thankfully our parents had gifted us a decent amount of things, so we didn’t have too much to shop for, but there was a decent amount that still needed to be added to our humble abode.

“This should be a fun shopping trip,” Louis said, sliding on his sneakers.

“It’s not going to be that bad. I bet we can get everything we need from Bed, Bath, and Beyond,” I grabbed my purse. “I love that store. They have everything there.”

“That would be why it’s called ‘and Beyond’,” Louis raised his eyebrows. 

“Shut up,” I smiled. “Let’s go.”

Louis grabbed his keys, and we walked hand in hand out of our apartment. While Louis drove, I focused on making sure everything we needed was written on the list that I had made the night before. It was full of scribbles and illegible words, but I could navigate it well enough to know what was supposed to be written. 

“Lou, did your parents give us a shower curtain?” I asked, tapping my pen on my leg.

“Yeah, they gave us my old one.”

“Gotcha,” I crossed that off the list. “And mine are going to mail us an old coffee pot, so we don’t need to get one of those. But we will need filters…”

“You’re adorable when you talk to yourself,” he smiled.

“Hush, I’m thinking,” I winked at him.

When we arrived at the store, Louis hurried around to my side of the car to open the door for me. He bowed when I stepped out and immediately took my hand in his. 

“I feel like such an official adult. We’re buying stuff for our apartment because we own an apartment together now,” he said, his hands moving wildly to match the excitement in his voice.

“That just makes my heart so happy,” I said as we entered the store. 

“Okay, you go pick our the stuff we need, I’m going to go look at the ‘As Seen on TV’ crap,” Louis said, kissing me on the cheek before heading off in his own direction.

I smiled to myself at the adorable boy that I was living with, slightly glad that he would be distracted while I found everything we needed. I love the boy, but sometimes he can be a huge distraction.

Thirty minutes later, after I had gotten almost everything we needed, Louis reappeared, arms full. 

“What is all that?” I questioned.

“It’s stuff we need,” he said, dropping it into the cart. 

“Such as?”

“Well, this thing is something that you hook up to your shower head, and it turns your water colors with lights. And this thing chops onions and tomatoes and stuff super fast. This cooks bacon perfectly every time, but this cooks eggs perfectly every time. You put this thing in your pillow case, and it keeps your pillow cold all night long. This stuff is, like, sand, but it’s moldable. And this thing turns any drink into a slushy!”

“Louis,” I giggled. “You can pick three of those.”

Louis whined a little. “Fine.”

He took his time rustling through the cart to make his decision. He took the rejects back to the shelf, leaving behind the slushy maker, the shower head lights, and the bacon cooker.

“We good?” I asked as he came back.

“Yep,” he smiled, hugging me. “Thank you for letting me get my stuff.”

I patted him on the head. “Not a problem, Lou.”

We checked out, loaded everything into the trunk of the car, and made our way to the grocery store to stock up our kitchen. In there, we grabbed the essentials, some nonessentials, and some even less essential nonessentials. After that, we lugged everything to our apartment in one trip, at Louis’ suggestion. Then we got to work getting everything in it’s place.

“Did we buy silverware?” I asked, my job being organizing the kitchen.

“No, there in some box.”

“Yes, but which one?” I said, walking into the living room, where he was currently getting things together.

“I have no idea. The fun is in finding out which one.”

“Want to unpack them all right now?”

“Let’s do it,” he smiled.


That first night spent with Louis was pure bliss. It was an incredible feeling to be able to fall asleep with each other without having to worry about a curfew or parents or school work or anything that could make us leave each others side. We were there with each other, and nothing could change that. We could talk for as long as we wanted, we could hold each other for as long as we wanted. We could do whatever we wanted. And what we chose to do was eat pizza in our new bed and talk all night long.

“How’d you sleep?” Louis asked me upon my awakening. 

“Like a baby. What about you?”


“There’s something about being next to you that makes me feel so comfortable and safe, just like in high school.”

“I’m glad that I can still be that person for you,” he smiled softly.

“Do you want to go get breakfast somewhere?”

“What if we, wait for it, used our own kitchen?” He gasped playfully.

“What a creative idea!”

“We can use our new bacon cooker!” He smiled big, leaping out of bed and bounding for the kitchen.

I ran after him, coming to a halt as Louis jumped out from around the corned and grabbed me around the waist.

“What are you doing,” I laughed as he continued running to the kitchen.

“I’m making my baby breakfast,” he sat me down on the counter. “Do not move a muscle, I am going to take care of this.”

“My hero,” I fluttered my eyelashes playfully. 

“What can I get for my lady?” He said, standing in front of me, his hands on either side of my legs. 

“Pancakes and bacon?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he kissed my nose. “The only problem is that I don’t know how to make pancakes.”

“Let me help,” I slid off the counter and helped Louis maneuver around the kitchen.

“Look at us, cooking together. How cute are we,” Louis said, bumping his hip into mine.

“The cutest.”

It turns out that Louis was right in closing the bacon cooker because it perfectly cooked our bacon in minutes. And even though he failed at making pancakes, due to the fact that he couldn’t figure out how to flip them without breaking them, we had a successful breakfast. Which we enjoyed at our new kitchen table, in our new kitchen, of our new apartment. Together.



a/n: TWO UPDATES IN TWO DAYS?? WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?? guys im getting back into the swing of writing and it feels so good.

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