The way she Laughs (Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

I'm Sexy and i know it

ONE MOUTH LATER

Memory is a fickle thing. You remember what you want, and conveniently slip to the back of your mind what you don’t. Well, for most people that’s the case. For me, however it is not. I remember everything. Sometimes, this is a good thing, other times… it isn’t. I remember people, their faces, names. But I remember my worst moments, I remember all of those vividly.

All my worst moments.

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I stepped off the plane, And slipped on my sunglass, my curls bouncing. Ugh, I hated planes, the gas, the fumes, the baby that’s always crying REALLY loudly. I scanned the airport for a petite brown-haired sychomanic, but couldn’t see anything.

I frowned, where was Natalie?

I re-opened the email Natalie had sent me, and that I had printed, as always thinking ahead.

Yo, Molly!

How’s it going? As you know, Liam and I are getting married in a month! Whoooo!

Anyway, I was wondering if you could come down to London for a while? Call it a guilt-vacation or whatever.

I will be waiting for you at the airport on the 21st of September! Please tell me if you can make it!

From Natalie xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo (:

P.S: The Plane tickets are attached.

I frown, where is she? I walk inside to the checkout area, and still can’t see her. I couldn’t see Abby either. I sighed and sat down on one of the red chairs, it was surprisingly uncomfortable. I opened the book I had decided to bring along with me, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

As much as I loved Elizabeth and her sisters… I never really wanted Elizabeth with Mr Darcy… He was way to stuck up and full of himself, Even if he did have family problems.. that did NOT excuse him. I guess I wouldn’t ever be in the situation Elizabeth was in… I would have married Mr Darcy’s friend, the nice one…. What was his name again? Damn, I forgot!

Whatever, I would have married what-his-name ages ago. Plus, I would not wear the bonnets. OR the dresses, Maybe the feather hats…. I wonder if they had pirates back then… I would’ve been an awesome pirate, Well… not really.

I couldn’t do the whole killing-evil-parrots thing, I would probably be a… I don’t know! Someone cool. Maybe the queen? Yes, I would be the queen.

Am I talking to myself?

Molly Redwin, You really have gone crazy.

“Excuse me?” said someone. I looked up to see a petite girl with blond hair and braces, and next to her was another girl about the same height, with dark, curly hair.