Perfect: A One Direction Fanfiction

A One Direction Fanfiction based on The Bachelor series


7. Louis' P.O.V.

Chapter Seven

Louis' P.O.V.

After Zayn stomps off angrily and goes inside of the mansion I swim over to the other side of the pool where Harry and Esmerelda are and I sit beside them on the steps. Esmerelda smiles when she sees me.

"Hey, Louis!" she exclaims happily.

"Hey, Esmerelda!" I exclaim just as happily.

"What was with Zayn stomping off like he did just now?" Harry asks, his eyes bright with amusement.

"You saw that?" I ask him surprised that he was even paying attention to what is going on around him considering that there is a gorgeous girl sitting on his lap.

"Well, yeah," Harry replies oblivious to my surprise. "It's kinda not hard to notice when Zayn is angry about something."

"He's not angry. He's just jealous." I explain to Harry the conversation Zayn and I had before he had stomped off angrily. 

"Jealous? Why would he be jealous? I explained everything to all four of you specifically. What...? Was he not listening to anything I was bloody saying?" Harry says in an aggravated tone. "I really hope you aren't here to chew me out about me dating Esmerelda." 

"No. I'm not," I reassure him. 

Harry sighs in relief and says, "At least you have some common sense."

Esmerelda unwraps her arms from around Harry's neck and sits down beside me on the pool steps. 

"It's getting late guys," she says after a few minutes of silence. "We all need to get some rest before the next seven weeks."

"I'll meet you upstairs in a bit, Esmerelda," Harry says. 

"Don't take too long. We need to get up at six tomorrow morning. Good night, Louis."

"Good night, Esmerelda," I say.

Harry and I watch Esmerelda walk away from the pool for a few seconds until she is just a dark silhouette in the dark. Harry turns to me once she is gone and runs a hand through his hair and sighs. I can tell he is thinking hard about something so I just silent. For the next five to ten minutes we stay silent listening to the sounds of nighttime until it is time to go inside.


The next morning when I wake up I am momentarily confused by my surroundings before remember Esmerelda. I sit up in the bed and stretch my arms high above my head to get rid of some of the stiffness in my body.

It's only five o'clock in the morning but I feel energized already.

I slide out of bed and i go into the adjoining bathroom so I can look at myself in the mirror. My hair is messy from sleeping in the bed so i grab my hair gel off of the sink and squirt some of the gel into my hand then I run the gel through my hair. The gel smooths my hair down in an orderly fashion. After I comb my hair and get dressed into a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel shirt i go downstairs into the kitchen. 

The only people awake right now are Liam and a camera crew member.

Liam runs a hand down his face and leans his elbows on the kitchen counter.

"Morning, Louis," he says when I enter the kitchen.

"Morning, Liam," I greet him back. "Did you sleep well?"

"No, mate. I don't do very well in new places. I kept tossing and turning in my sleep, What about you?"

"I slept really well, actually. I'm sorry you didn't get any sleep."

Liam laughs tiredly and looks over his shoulder at the camera crew member. The woman stares at us in wonder and amazement as if we are gods but when she sees us staring back at her she blushes and looks away quickly. Liam raises an eyebrow in my direction in amusement and walks over to the other side of the counter where the woman stands blushing. I watch as Liam flirts with the woman until she is done eating her bowl of cereal. Before the woman leaves she gives Liam a forlorn look before she exits the kitchen.

"Looks like you found an admirer," I chuckle.

"Ha ha. Funny," Liam laughs. "Everywhere we go we seem to find admirers."

"Yeah. Seems like it," I agree.

Liam pours himself a cup of coffee then he sits down in the chair beside mine on the kitchen island. 

"Are you ready for today?" Liam asks me after he yawns.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply. "I just hope that everything goes well in the next seven weeks."

"Me, too."


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