Falling Hard for Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 7

I open my eyes and realize I fell asleep. Ari and Alexa were sitting on the floor watching TV and talking.

"How long was I asleep?" I ask and sit up.

"Two hours." Ari says.

"Yeah. Allison's downstairs."

"Okay." I say and stand up. "Thanks."

I walk out the door and wait at the top of the staircase and see Allison on the couch next to Harry and Louis.

She laughs. "That joke never gets old Lou."

"I know." he says and kisses her.

The scene takes a minute to register in my head. With tears running down my cheeks, I walk down the stairs and face Louis.

"How-What?"

"Rachel! I-"

"How do you explain that?"

"I um..."

I look at Allison. "And you call yourself my best friend."

"Rach, I can explain."

"You can never make THAT sound right." I say angrily through my tears.

My t-shirt is wet from my tears falling continually on it.

"Louis we are done."

"No Rach."

I sit back on the stairs, pressing the ends of my palms into my eyes while all my stirring emotions take over my thoughts.

"Rachel!" Allison yells and shakes me violently.

I jolt up from my spot on the floor and run my hand across my damp face.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened?" I ask still dazed.

"You must've had a nightmare."

"Oh. Good."

"What did you dream?"

"Louis cheated on me, with you."

Allison wraps her arms around me. "I would never."

"What the?" I hear Liam says.

I look at Allison and we bolt downstairs. All the boys are laughing at eachother.

"Rachel!" Louis says.

"Yes?"

"Did you do this?" he asks pointing at his badly curled hair.

"Maybe."

He smiles. "Alright everyone. go find your swim suits and put on something you'll be cool in."

"AGHHH!" Zayn yells while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He faces all of us, make-up smeared all over his face.

"Girls away!" Ari yells and we all run upstairs into our room.

I take my pink striped bikini and put it on under my white shorts and neon pink and grey tank top.

"Alrighty!" Louis begins. "Let's go swimming!"

A chorus of groans come from the girls.

"Please?" he pleads, grabbing my hand and giving me his pouty lip.

"Maybe." I say and take off my tank top and shorts. The warm sand pressed against my feet, and goes inbetween my toes.