You Make Me....ME [A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

As I was walking down the hall, thoughts swiftly went through my mind. How he called my mum for the porridge. How he was willing enough to hug me. How he found me. How he told me he liked me and cared for me. Should I tell him I feel the same now? Or not?

I reached the guest room. It was a bloody mess but it was bare.

“Louis!”

*silence*

“Lou! Are you here?”

“I’m over at your room, Ems!” he finally replies

My room? What could he be doing in my room?

I quickly walked towards my room and stopped at the doorway at the sight of him rummaging through my pillows and basically, messing my whole bed.

“Louis Tomlinson! What in god’s name are you doing to my bed and in my room!?” I gasped

“I can’t find my phone and I could’ve sworn I last saw it here”

“aww, you poor boy. I’ll help you out. When was the last time you remembered using it?”

“When you were asleep”

“so it probably is around here. You didn’t leave my room didn’t you?”

“I did. I went to the kitchen but I remember keeping my phone here! i swear!!!” He explains frantically

“okay, okay! Calm down, Lou. We’re gonna find it” I reassured him.

We both looked everywhere, under my sheets and pillows, in my cabinets and drawers but they weren’t there. We ended up fixing my bed instead since it was highly unlikely his phone was in my bed

It got quite hot so I walked to the bath room to tie my hair, and there it was, on the ledge of the sink… his phone.

I ran out. “Found it!”

His face lit up. He sprinted towards me and gave me a hug “awww, Thank you so much!” he got his phone and sat on my bed

“You silly boy! You left it on the ledge of my bath room sink!” I giggled

“ Yeah? But why?  I didn’t bring my.. oh wait! RIGHT! I made a call to---“ he suddenly stopped. Not seeming to continue.

“to whom?” I asked curiously

“hmm? Oh no one. It’s nothing. Forget about it” he tried to shrug it off

And then I remembered.

“Was it to my mum?” His face shot up and looked at me as if he saw a ghost. His mouth was half open for a while ‘til he spoke

“How… How did you know?”

“My mum told me you had called her” I explained

“Oh. Well, you see…” he winced and scrunched his eyebrows, thinking “Ally needed to call her so she used my phone. Yeah, that’s right. It was Ally”

Why was he lying? Was he scared to know that I knew about the porridge thing?

“AAAND” I took a seat beside him in my bed “my mum also told me how you asked her about the porridge”

He was shocked. “OH. So you know the whole thing?”

“Yup!”

He then nodded looking away. I placed my hand on top of his and held it. “Look Lou, there’s no need to lie about the porridge thing.” His eyes now met mine. They were so beautiful.. I could honestly just stare at them the whole time