Messaging Strangers [Louis Tomlinson]

Day 27 Part 2

-Louis' POV-

I follow the other boys into the meet and greet room. I sigh as I realize that Chloe probably isn't going to show.

"You okay mate?" I hear Harry ask, patting my back. I sigh and nod, rubbing my hands over my face. "Just a bits tired, s'all," I mumble and Harry nods, face still unsure.

I grip my phone tighter and turn it on, just to check one last time if Chloe texted him. I sigh when I see no message and I put my phone back into my back pocket, defeated.

Harry pats my back and the door opens, letting in girls and I pose with the other boys in the pictures. They talk to the girls and I give them hugs and a smile, but I'm just not into it.

I pull my sleeves down further onto my arms and sigh, running my hands over my face once the third group of fans came in. The other boys look at me, worried still, but I just brush them off.

I run my hand over my arm again, remembering the fresh cuts that are there. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't handle it. The only person that I was staying clean for is mad at me and will probably never talk to me again, so what's the use in staying here?

"One more girl lads, and then it's time to get to the show," Paul says and I shake my head, ridding it of my thoughts.

I hear Paul open the door and look up at the girl as she enters. My breath hitches in my throat, because I would know that face anywhere. It's the face that I look at every single day, from the picture that is saved in my camera roll.

She looks up from the floor and makes eye contact with me. The other boys are looking between the two of us in confusion.

She walks over to me and I walk towards her, immediately wrapping my arms around her waist in a hug. She wraps her arms around my neck and I can feel her tears soak into my shirt.

"I love you so, so much," I whisper into her hair and she nods. I hold her tight as she continues to cry softly into my chest. I see the boys looking at us, completely and utterly confused at what is going on.

Chloe pulls away and wipes her eyes, sniffling. I reach out and tuck her hair back behind her ear. "I'm still mad at you," she says, trying to hold a straight face. I chuckle and she eventually breaks out into a smile. "I mean seriously, Louis Tomlinson? You listened to me fangirling about them, especially you, and you were probably sitting there with a smug look on your face, you asshole," she says, lightly punching my shoulder.

I smile at her and shake my head. "Would an asshole do this?" I ask and then I reach out to cup her face and I lean in and press my lips against hers. She smiles and I hear the boys whistle at the two of us. She blushes and pulls away.

"I've been waiting a really long time to do that," I say and she leans up, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Well it was pretty nice," she says and I grip her hand in mine. I turn to the boys who are staring at us, whilst whispering amongst themselves.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Chloe."

A/N:

The end :)

I hope you all enjoyed this because I had a really fun time writing it so thank you all very much <3

-em