Chasing Char<3 (One Direction/Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fiction)

Chapter TwentyFour

Chapter 24

‘Char.’ a whisper tickles my ear; I groan and roll over, flapping a hand out towards the source of the sound: expecting it to be Ciara waking me for work. But my hand finds short, fluffy hair and a funny shaped bump. A deep chuckle makes me open my eyes. I giggle contentedly as the memories of last night come back to me, elated as I realise lying next to me is Louis.

‘Morning.’ I sigh, a smile gracing my lips as his descend onto them.

~~~flashback~~~

Last night was incredible, once we got to the hotel that is. We would’ve been alright but the delay in us getting there meant that pap’s had gathered by the time we did. The flashes were blinding, but I hid my tear stained face in Louis chest as we stepped out of the car and security quickly shrouded us from view, although I expect this morning’s papers and magazines are full of pictures of my face- I just hope Louis hadn’t been lying when he said I looked fine.

As soon as we stepped inside the building Ciara flew into me, apologising a thousand times over. Her and Harry and the few security guards they had taken to the park to look for me arrived back earlier than us after Louis rang ahead to tell them he had found me. I hushed her, stroking her hair as she sobbed into Louis’ jacket which he had lent me. I hurried her into a private room promising the others we would talk later and got her calmed down and prettied up, me helping her for once.

‘Ciara, I want to apologise as well.’ I started,

‘Don’t Char; I don’t even know why you’re talking to me.’

‘Stop it Ciara, I completely deserved it and don’t you tell me otherwise.’ She shut up at my menacing outburst, sitting there patiently whilst I pinned her hair back up.

‘I have something to tell you as well.’ She cowered, shrinking into the table on which she was perched.

‘Go on.’ I prompted,

‘Me and Harry… are dating?’ she said as if she was questioning it herself.

‘That’s nice.’ I shrugged, secretly loving it,

‘That’s all? I expected a bit more reaction than that.’ She muttered,

‘Honey, who do you think gave him the idea?’ I hinted, ‘Not that Harry shouldn’t be given the credit and I’m not saying this to try and hurt you, he just needed a nudge. When did he ask?’

‘Well first he hinted at going back to what we had, but I set him straight and suggested a relationship. It was just after the show when everyone started to wonder where you were.’

‘I’m gonna throttle that boy.’ Before she could ask, I pinned the last bit of hair in place, tugged her off the table and gave her the once over before tugging her out of the room and shoving her off towards Harry who was still stood in the foyer waiting for us with Louis. I returned his wave and offered a smile which I hoped held some thanks and some warning about Ciara. Louis quickly came to guide me over to the group of all the boys and their girlfriends. The rest of the evening followed with greeting and congratulations after the boys were announced to be arriving. Many speeches were said, congratulating the boys just like the first time I met them, the sense of déjà vu was overpowering and I found myself getting quite emotional. They sufficiently embarrassed me by getting me up on stage to receive bags and bags of presents and flowers and hugs and kisses and sing my praises: literally. They did a lovely rendition of ‘You’ve got a friend in me’, which was completely random to the audience, but I saw the hidden message as well as the subtle hand squeezes from each of them as they switched places beside me.

Then the party really started…

15 minutes in and I was having an amazing time. I promised to fill Dani and Perrie in as soon as I got the chance but I didn’t want to spill here whilst anyone could hear and soon enough we were dancing, all of us (apart from Niall who was switching between chilling with his family and messing about with his mates at the DJ booth). I felt safe in Louis’ arms, spinning and hugging and kissing and laughing…

…and living…

That was until his face wore a wary expression and only had time to issue a warning of: ‘watch out’ before I felt a light tug on the skirt of my dress. I spun around in Louis’ arms to find two little girls, twins with the undeniable features of a Tomlinson.

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A knock on the door makes us surface from the kiss which had quickly turned steamy. Without any more warning the twins (who I can’t yet tell apart) walk into my room followed by Lottie who quickly turns them around to face the way they came, covering their eyes and shutting her own.

‘Char can you please stop straddling my brother and come into the kitchen for breakfast.’ She giggles uncomfortably. I start to move away but Louis grabs my hips, keeping me there,

‘Does this make you cringe Lottie-poo?’ He teases,

‘Mum!’ she hollered as she dragged protesting twins from the room, ‘Louis is being inappropriate and horny.’

And that image right there makes me so happy you can’t even imagine, seeing my boyfriend, a term which seems immature and not enough to describe my feelings, so happy. Surrounded by his family, still acting the way he always did, teasing his little sisters despite the changes which have happened to him. He went from a little boy from Doncaster, to a famous man. But there’s also everything that has happened between us since we met.

I push the painful memories of those months without him, and every day since the death of my Grandpa, to the back of my thoughts. For once, thinking of Grandpa doesn’t bring the nightmarish scenes of the day to mind; instead it brings memories of my beautiful childhood with him.

It also allows the times I’ve spent with Louis to surface: like the first date, and the week of dates that followed, of which I can remember every last detail, of when he took me to my paradise and then more recently last night: when he saved my life. Those months were short but not short lived.

I know to come will be more challenges, more things always trying to tear us apart, but I realised last night that there is no use in fighting against love. As I look down on the man underneath me, the one I can call mine: I know there is no need to fight it, because whatever happens we will face it together. His time of Chasing Char is over, because I will be there for him to.

No-matter what.

Forever and always.

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