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Lou POV
“Texting her right now Lou!” Harry calls to me as I walk out the door.
“I don’t care Harry, she’s not going to say anything I wouldn’t.”
“Okay well how’s this sound? ‘Goood Morning! I’m hoping it’s a good morning, I expect it is though since Louis is walking around like a grinning idiot with no off switch (bit odd to see really). Anyway what happened last night?! Lou is too high and mighty to tell us anything and the lads and I are dying to know about the little happy couple.’ I think it clever, you agree?”
“Send in Haz, see if I care.” I grin at him, walking out the front door and onto the beach.
I turn the direction opposite of Taylors house I figure if she sees me walking by she might think I’m trying to ‘accidentally’ bump into her. And while that wouldn’t be an issue for me if it happened, I’d rather stay on the good terms we’re on now.
Speaking of staying on good terms, maybe I should text her to make sure she doesn’t take any of Harry’s message in some weird twisted way that sometimes girls have been known to interpret things.
I think I probably spent a good four minutes making sure that the message was right before I actually sent it the end product was this:
‘Morning love, hope you slept well, I’d love to see you today ;) xx ps. Sorry about any texts from Harry.’
I decide I’m happy with it and click the send button on my iPhone. Once I’ve made sure that the vibration setting is turned on (just incase I receive a text, no telling who from of course) I pocket the phone and continue on my walk.
The entire time I’m walking I try to look around and be sure there aren’t too many teenagers around, I love the fans, we all do, but being mauled by screaming teenage girls with no Paul for protection. Well why don’t you try it and see what you think?
“Are you Louis Tomlinson?”
I guess my watching out for teenage girls plan didn’t quite work out.
I turn around slowly, dreading a scream that may come any moment and rip out my eardrums. What I see though is a barely dressed girl (maybe I shouldn’t be judging, it is a beach after all) who seems very in control of her emotions despite the fact that in her eyes I can tell that she is freaking out inside at meeting me.
“Yes, that would be me, and who might you be love?”
I feel my phone vibrate inside my pocket and I realize it would be pretty rude to get it out and check it now, so I leave it in my pocket and pray this meeting ends soon.
“My name is Mackenzie, it’s really awesome to meet you!” A huge grin splits across her face; I’d guess she’s about 16 or 17.
“You too!”
I’m not really sure what else to say, I feel the awkward tension about to rise in the air.
“Well, I better go I have someone I’m supposed to be meeting!” Mackenzie says smiling.
Before I even have a chance to reply, let alone wave, Mackenzie continues walking in the opposite direction that I’m facing. I shrug slightly and continue on my walk, suddenly I remember how my phone had vibrated a moment ago.
Morning (: I hope we can see each other today too! Last night was so much fun, what exactly should I be expecting from Harry?
By now I figure she’s already seen Harry’s text but I reply anyway telling her that if she hasn’t already she’ll see soon.
Smiling to myself for no apparent reason I continue on my way down the beach taking in the beautiful scenery that I know I wouldn’t be able to find in the streets of London. It really is beautiful. It’ll be so sad to go back, we still don’t know when that will be and honestly I try not to think about leaving.
Leaving San Francisco means leaving Taylor, and while we still would be considered close to strangers, I can’t imagine leaving so soon, before even getting to know her better.
My phone vibrating in my pocket snaps me out of my melancholy thoughts and I reach into my pocket to check in.
My banner on my lock screen tells me the message is from Taylor I immediately swipe it and type in my password.
There’s a girl here, from the school that I’m starting on Monday, since it’s Friday she says she got a day off to come and meet with me. I have to stay with her all day, you’re welcome to come along if you like, but I understand if you would rather just see me tomorrow.
I don’t even have to think before replying, I quickly type up a response saying that I’d love to come along and asking what time I should come around. My phone vibrates again in my hand almost instantly.
Now is fine, or later, we’re just sitting around at our beach house. My Mom is just dying to meet you by the way…hopefully that won’t be too embarrassing.
I laugh just imagining that scene in my head but it is cut short and a blush rises to my cheeks when I realize that I’m going to be meeting her parents. Oh my, I have to go change, comb my hair, look mature, but not too mature, I’m already older than Taylor, I don’t want them thinking that I’m too old for her.
All this going though my head I text Taylor back, ‘I’ll be there in about thirty minutes, just have to go home and get changed first, can’t wait to meet them!’ I figure there’s no reason to worry her, I guess I’m worried enough for both of us.
I turn around and start walking quickly back towards our house, maybe looking a little odd to people on the beach, or maybe they just don’t really care, probably the latter.
Finally I get back to our place and waste no time, I rush into my room and pull open my cabinets, which are filled, with my clothes. I pull them all out then I throw them all in a pile on top of my bed, I immediately start sorting them, throwing all the inappropriate clothes off the bed and onto the floor. I do this until I only have a small pile of clothing on my bed.
“What exactly is going on in here mate?” Harry walks looking around the room until his eyes finally land back on me looking at me like I’m crazy.
“I’m going over to Taylors place.” I say hoping he’ll get the idea.
“I don’t exactly see the problem, you’ve seen Tay before.” The you-sir-are-very-crazy look hasn’t left his face yet.
“Her parents are home.”
His eyes widen slightly before his face breaks out into a teasing grin.
“Ouh, getting serious up in here Lou, going to meet the parents!”
“Stop Harry! You’re not helping!” I moan in frustration, not enjoying his amusement at my expense.
“I don’t believe my purpose here is to be helpful my dear friend.” The grin doesn’t leave his face for even a second as he speaks.
“Well I believe that it should be.” I say seriously.
“Okay fine, wear this with….umm…oh yes this.”
I look at what he’s picked out and he’s right , it’s perfect, simple but it’ll leave a good impression. The darkest wash jean that I own, not too close to black though, and a red polo shirt.
“Thanks Harry, I should probably get going, don’t want to keep Taylor waiting.” I say gratefully, moving out of the room.
“Yes, I’m sure the magic cleaning elves will come clean up this mess.” Harry remarks sarcastically, blocking my way out of the room.
“Since when do you care about the cleanliness of my room?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Hmm, never I guess, just thought I’d attempt to be responsible, doesn’t exactly fit with my personality does it?” He admits this with a shrug of his shoulders; probably not too beat up about the revelation.
“No, not at all, sorry mate.”
“Well you should go then.” He pushes me slightly out the door and messes my hair up a little.
“Thanks for that.” I look back at him while attempting to fix my hair.
“Anytime!” he calls cheerily as I leave.
I step out onto the beach in my leather flip-flops and start on my way to Taylors house, not exactly sure what to expect.
It wasn’t really all that eventful I know, sorry about that the next few should be better! Even still, I hope you will comment, vote and follow if you haven’t already!! I love all of you, hopefully my next update will be soon (:
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