Mikayla POV
"Hey, babe", Louis called out, "can you bring me my microphone? It should be somewhere beside you".
I searched around looking for it. Once I finally found it, I tossed it to Louis.
"Thanks, love".
"Mhmm".
I went back to the book that I was reading as he silently hummed. I enjoyed this. I hung around while the boys set up, and I never got bored. It was never too long before a fight ensued, and then we all ending up laughing. Niall and Harry were in the back arguing about something. Liam and Zayn were sitting on the stage mumbling something to Louis.
"What are you two pretty boys clucking about?"
Liam and Zayn looked up at the sound of my voice.
"Nothing that concerns you, missy".
Zayn smirked, and Liam hid a smile. Louis just shrugged, not coming to my rescue.
"You're not going to say anything to them?", I asked Louis.
"I think we both know that you can handle yourself".
Well, that was very true. I took off running after Liam and Zayn, who were laughing uncontrollably. They knew I couldn't catch them. I may be athletic, but they were still guys. I was in touching distance of Zayn when I felt arms go around my waist.
"Put me down", I yelled.
"Not a chance", Louis said, "you're coming with me".
I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I was pissed that he ruined my pursuit of the boys. He carried me outside to the tour bus.
"Where are you taking me?"
He said nothing and slapped my thighs.
"Jerk".
"You love me".
I rolled my eyes and remained silent as he carried me inside. He threw me on the bed and crushed his lips with mine.
"What are you doing?"
"Sorry. You're sexy when you're mad".
I laughed, finally putting two and two together.
"You brought me all the way in here to tell me that?"
"No", he scowled, "I brought you in here to do something about it, but you're kinda ruining that right now".
I let him kiss me again and smiled.
"Horny bastard".
"Oh, shut up".
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"Mikayla, wake up!"
I felt a pillow thrown at my face as I sat up. Ana glared at me, which told me that she had been calling my name for a while.
"What do you want?"
She ignored me.
"Were you having that dream again?"
"No", I lied.
"You're rubbish at lying".
"What dream?"
"You know which one I'm talking about. The dream of what it would've been like if you stayed on tour with Louis".
It hurt hearing her say it out loud.
"Mikayla, you can't keep doing this to yourself".
"Do what? It's perfectly normal. People have fantasies".
"You left California 3 months ago, Kay. It should've stopped by now".
I rolled my eyes. I was always having this conversation with her. She was getting ready to do the one thing that I hated.
"Let me remind you of what happened", she said, "Louis told you to stay on tour. You told him no. He asked why you bothered coming if you planned on leaving. You told him not to talk to you like that. Then, your shouting was so loud that it caused me and the boys to burst into Louis's hotel room. By that time, you and Louis were both crying".
I looked away wondering why I had to hear this every morning.
"After we calmed both of you down, you both agreed to not speak to each other until they were done with the tour".
"I know what happened, Ana", I said through gritted teeth.
"I don't think you do. Cause if you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Babe, I love you. But, you have a good job. You have me. Focus on the good stuff".
She got off of the bed and walked towards the door.
"Oh yeah. By the way, the boys are coming back home today".
She said it so nonchantly and then walked out. Louis was coming back today?! And, she didn't give me any warning?!
"Thanks for the heads up", I called out to Ana.
I jumped out of mine and Louis's bed and rushed to get dress. I'm so happy that it was Saturday, and I didn't have to work today. I would've called off it was a weekday. Nothing would make me miss the moment that Louis came up. I wondered if he would care that I was still in our flat. He didn't expect me to move back into my apartment, did he? There was no furniture there, and this was still considered my home. I put that thought out of my mind. Louis may not be happy with me right now, but he wasn't a cold person. He wouldn't force me to leave until we were fully done with each other, and I don't believe we are. I walked into the kitchen where Ana was.
"You do realize that once Louis comes home, you can't stay anymore, right?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Since when have I listened to anything that Louis told me to do? Also, I think you're the one that needs to worry about leaving once Louis gets home".
"What is that supposed to mean?", I asked her, getting pissed off.
"I'm just saying you and Louis both agreed not to talk until he came home, but let's be honest. Do you think he's going to be happy with you?"
"Ana, don't-".
"I'm just trying to soften the blow, babe. You basically rejected him".
"I had a job to come home to! I couldn't just give that up".
"Is that really why you came home? If you say it is, I will drop this subject completely".
I looked down at the linoleum, and she took that as her answer. Then, she put a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm not trying to depress you. You just need to make sure you realize that things may not go your way. Be prepared".
She had a point, but I didn't think I was prepared for that.
Louis POV
"So, you excited to go back home?!"
"Somewhat. I really enjoyed that tour. It's always hard when it ends", Harry said.
"I know. But, at least we can rest now", Liam added.
"I plan on sleeping so much", Niall said.
"You are not alone", Zayn chimed in.
They all looked at me.
"Yeah", was all I said.
"What is going on in that empty mind of yours?"
Harry scoffed.
"Duh. He has to see Mikayla, which he hasn't done in 3 months. He's probably nervous".
"I'm not nervous", I told them, "I just...don't know what to expect. Will she be mad at me, happy? Where is she staying?"
Zayn started to open his mouth, then Niall elbowed him in the stomach.
"Whatever you know, don't tell Louis. He needs to find out whenever he sees Mikayla".
"Which should be....now".
I looked up to see Ana smiling at us in the airport terminal, but Mikayla wasn't with her.
"Hey!", she jumped on Zayn.
He kissed her as the rest of us said hi. I cleared my throat when my unspoken question wasn't answered.
"What?", she asked.
"Where's um...where's Mikayla?"
"She's at your flat, waiting for you".
The boys all ooh'd, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll see all of you later", I told them.
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When I got to my flat, I didn't bother knocking. I went right on and saw her on the couch. She smiled weakly and waved.
"Welcome home".
"Hey", I told her.
We hugged awkwardly and sat down.
"So..how was the tour?"
"It was great. I loved it".
"That's good to hear".
We held awkward conversation for a little bit, then I had to say something.
"What are we, Mikayla?"
"What?", she asked.
"What is this? We both know what the elephant in the room is. Why are we avoiding it?"
She shook her head.
"This is hard", she said.
"What is?"
"This.Us. I'm tired of trying. We shouldn't have to try so hard. It should be easier".
She put her hand on my thigh and looked me in the eye.
"What are you saying, Mikayla?"
"I'm saying that if you can say that you aren't tired of trying, that you actually see improvement in the future, we will work this out. We will try until we're physically incapable. But, if there's any doubt in your mind, like that bit that I can see in your eyes, do us both a favor, and let's stop making ourselves miserable. Let's end it, move on".
"Are you sure?"
"Lou, my feelings for you aren't there anymore. And, you feel the same way too".
I stood up and paced in the living room.
"You know on the flight here, I flipped a coin. Heads, I stay with you. Tails, we end it".
"What was it?", she asked me.
"Heads".
"But, there was a part of you that wished it was tails".
I nodded, happy she understood.
"We're so wrong for each other. It just happened to take a year and a whole relationship for us to figure that out. We always were stubborn".
She smiled, wiping a tear out of her eye. I opened my arms for her to curl up into. She came willingly, and I could feel her tears soaking my shirt. It was fine because mine were falling into her hair.
"So, that's it?", she asked after a while, "we're done?"
I nodded and tried my best to get the words out.
"Yep, Kay. We're done".
1 Week Later
"Mikayla, where do you want this?", Harry called out, struggling with the box that he was carrying.
Harry may look fit, but if you give him something heavy, he'll prove that theory wrong.
"Put it in my room", she said back.
She was in the kitchen unpacking her things, and Liam was helping her. Niall was in the chair, doing nothing but flipping through channels. Ana and Zayn were downstairs grabbing more boxes.
"Who would've known that you had all this crap?", Niall said to Mikayla.
"Yeah", I hit him the face with a pillow, "and you've helped with approximately one box".
"Hey, I'm taking a break. Wouldn't want to tire myself out".
I rolled my eyes, and I heard a snicker from the kitchen.
"You're taking this better than I thought", Niall interrupted my thoughts, "I expected you to be freaking out".
To be honest, he had a point. I thought this would be one of the hardest things I would've had to do, moving Mikayla's stuff out of my flat. But, it wasn't. We had both made peace with our breakup, and there were no hard feelings. I saw a good friendship in the near future.
"I'm better than I thought I'd be", I told him, "we're doing fine".
"Never thought I'd see the day when 'MikayLou' ended things for good, but all good things must came to an end".
That's the same thing that Mikayla told me.
"It was long overdue", I told him.
He nodded in agreement. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turned around.
"Okay", Ana said, "these are the last of the boxes. Mikayla you are officially moved back in. Yay! I get my best friend back".
"I never left", Mikayla said, walking out of the kitchen.
Zayn sat on the kitchen counter, and Liam lounged beside it. Awkward silence.
"Okay, well I think it's time for us to let Mikayla get settled in", Liam said.
Everyone agreed, and the boys began to walk towards the door.
"Wait", she called out, "none of you are going to say bye to me?"
I saw the tears in her eyes. She had become good friends with the boys, and I knew she would miss them.
"Of course we will!"
Harry ran over and picked her up, causing her to giggle.
"This isn't goodbye, Mikayla. Don't worry. We'll visit you".
"You better", she choked out.
"I'll definitely be over here. You have the best food. Of all of Lou's girlfriends, you were my favorite. ", Niall said.
She blushed and hugged him.
"I'll still see you at Ana's", Mikayla told Zayn as he walked over to hug her.
He shook his head.
"About that...", Ana said.
All eyes were on her.
"I'm moving into his place, so I won't be next door anymore".
Mikayla's face dropped before she controlled her expression. I saw a tear fall down, then she quickly wiped it away. She forced a smile and held out her arms.
"I'm happy for you, girl".
"Thank you", Ana said, fighting tears.
I didn't see how she was handling this. She could handle losing me, but Ana was her best friend, and they had lived by each other for years. It was like the end of an era.
"We won't give you time to miss us", Liam said, "I'll be over here all the time".
"Promise", she asked.
"Promise".
They all turned to me.
"Um, could you give her and I a minute alone?"
"Of course".
Everyone walked out, and it was just me and her.
"Sooooo..", she said.
"So.....".
"Well, we had a good run".
I shook my head, laughing.
"No, we didn't".
She wiped a tear away and agreed.
"Well, I guess I should be going".
"Yeah, probably".
She walked me to the door.
"By the way, I never congratulated you on your promotion. I am very proud of you".
"Thanks, Lou. That means a lot".
I opened the door, then she stopped me.
"Promise me something".
"Anything", I told her.
"Don't let us lose touch. I still would like you in my life, just like the other boys".
But, I wasn't like the boys. Mikayla and I used to be in love. And, now there was...nothing there anymore.
"We won't lose touch, Mikayla".
"Promise?"
"Promise".
I kissed her cheek and smiled down at her.
"Bye, Kay".
"Bye, babe".
I even kept it together once she shut the door. Surprisingly, I never broke down. I was really okay with this.
We lost touch.
Okay! They are officially over! Did you see that coming, or are you surprised? Do you think it was good for them to break up? Let me know! One more chapter left! What do you think will happen? Updating on Thursday! (:
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