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

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10:

‘Hey Grandpa’ I ran full speed down the corridor towards a rolling figure- which was just coming out of a room, and almost jumped on him. I hugged him tight- leaning on him a bit too much, he sort of started rolling backwards in his wheelchair.

‘Hello Poppet, how are you my dear? Your hairs grown again, I heard the news!’ He smiled his warm, wholesomely familiar smile,

‘You only saw me last week, and what news?’ I started to push him back down the corridor,

‘The promotion silly.’

‘How? You don’t watch the telly- ever.’

‘Ciara gave me a call, she knew you wouldn’t have.’

‘Of course she did,’ I muttered,

She told me to turn on this silly program. I had to watch 45 minutes of these stupid American people telling me about some boy from that group… what’s it called? 5 directions?’

‘One direction Grandpa.’ I sighed,

‘That’s the one. Well they were going on about how one of ‘ems got this new bird who they can’t figure out who it is.’ I gasped, ‘Anyway, I finally got to the bit about you and I discovered that you had only been bloody promoted to stage manager! At the O2!’

‘Shhhh, Grandpa. Calm down- you’ll have a heart attack? Anyway, why were they doing a story about how I’m the new stage manager?’

‘Some Twitter non-sense. I think they ‘tweeted’ about you.’ Putting quotation marks with his hands around it- silly old man.

‘But I don’t have twitter?’ I frowned,

‘Well I don’t know do I?’ He threw his hands up in frustration.

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‘So, what have you been up to recently?’ I asked him, we were now sat in his favourite coffee shop by the river; sipping some trusty tea and watching the world go by.

‘Oh nothing, nothing. I got a new Zimmer frame though.’ He said proudly,

‘Oh really? What did you call this one?’

‘Caroline.’ Typical Grandpa, ‘My word, I almost forgot- Ciara also mentioned something about you moving house?’

‘Yeah.’ I said dreamily,

‘Tell me about it.’ He said, taking a sip of his drink,

‘It’s lovely, closer to the arena and a bit bigger. Actually a lot bigger. I have my own en-suite and walk in wardrobe and you don’t have to breathe in when you try to walk around the sofa. Actually we have three sofas and an arm chair and the telly doesn’t have to be mounted on the wall and you can actually fit both of us in the kitchen, plus 10 others and we have 3 spare bedrooms as well as Ciara’s rooms. And a separate dining room so we don’t have to eat off of our laps and… Oh sorry, I’m babbling.’ I blushed,

‘Poppet, I love to hear you like this, I’m so glad you’re happy. I can rest easy now.’ He reached across and took my hand in his,

‘Don’t say that Grandpa, you’re not going anywhere for a while yet.’

‘I’m so proud of you sweetheart, you know that right?’ I nodded, ‘So how did you get all of your stuff to your new flat just the two of you?’

‘It wasn’t just the two of us; Dani and Perrie came and helped.’

He frowned: ‘So you managed to shift all of your stuff just you four girls?’