*On Hold* Moments [A Louis Tomlinson/One Direction Love Story]

Oh what is this.. an update!

This is kind of an emotional chapter...

This is a short authors note.. oh well.

Dedicated to Hannah (@LiveLoveLogan) and Bryanna (@brymeXD) because they told me to dedicate it to both of them... Cool girls. Fan them!

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(Aurora)

Well, it was officially the day.

It’s been a week since my mom has told me that I was coming back to California with her, Dave and the kids. And now, it was the day that I would step onto a plane and land in California, saying goodbye to everything - and everyone - here in England.

I was sitting in Louis and Harry's house's living room, with all the boys and girls here. We weren't saying goodbye at the airport because I was meeting my mom and Dave and the kids at the place they've been staying. Then we were all going to ride to the airport together from there. Louis was the only one that was coming with me because he was driving me to my mom's.

But that's not a bad thing; I get too spend more time with him.

"I think we should head out soon," Louis whispered to me, his eyes on the ground. I nodded, before standing up off the couch to start to say goodbye to everyone.

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As Louis drove away from the house, I could only stare out the window, and at all my friends standing in the driveway, waving. I waved back, trying to blink away the tears. As soon as they were completely out of view, I finally  turned back to face the front, but I still looked out the window. I didn't want Louis to see me fall to pieces.

Louis didn't say anything, he just reached over the middle console and grabbed onto my hand. He intertwined our fingers and gave me a sad smile, and I tried my best to return it.

The rest of the car ride was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, we were just too upset to speak. And as soon as we pulled up to my Mom and Dave's rental house that they have been staying in, I regretted not talking to him because this is the last time I would be seeing him; for who knows how long.

I opened the door to the car as soon as possible, as if that would buy me more time. And maybe if I took long enough, the plane would lift off without us. But the chances of that happening are very slim. I slid off of the car seat as my feet hit the pavement. I shut my door, before opening the trunk and getting my suitcases. I managed to hold in the tears while getting the suitcases out. I was about to walk up the driveway and up to the front door when Louis grabbed my arm gently.

I turned to face him, not being able to look up at him or else I would break down. I stared at one single rock that was in the driveway as Louis began to talk to me. "Please, don't go."

"I have no choice," I said, my voice weak, cracking after every word.

"Tell them that you can stay with me. We can make the guest bedroom into your bedroom, and Harry won't mind you staying because he really likes you and-"

"Louis, stop. They aren't going to let me move in with you. They don't want me here in general. I really would like to stay, but I can't." I said, finally looking up at him. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek and Louis placed his hand on the side of my face, wiping away the tear with his thumb.

"Please don't cry, Love," Louis whispered, his forehead connecting with mine. I couldn't stand to look at him, or else my tears would be uncontrollable.

"I'm going to miss hearing you call me that everyday," I whispered back, my voice not fully working. I slowly started to lift my eyes to look into his. He started to lean in, as I felt his hot breath tickle my lips. Just as I could feel his lips lightly brush on mine, the front door opened and we jumped apart.

"Hey," My mom said, smiling and I tried to smile back but failed. "You ready to go?"

"Not really, but I don't think I really have a choice," I mumbled, and my mom smiled sadly at me.