Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)
Seventy-eight hours - that’s how long ago Loren left me. Sixty-six hours - that’s how long ago something changed between Loren and me and I can’t seem to get her to snap out of whatever is bothering her. Everything was going well and then she made that cheating comment on the phone and the mood between us changed – and it hasn’t improved since.
Maybe I am to blame for overreacting to her remark and this whole mess is my fault. It’s just that, in the past, I was an arse when it came to using girls and I never want Loren to doubt my devotion to her because of my old bad behavior. My embarrassment over how I used to act is why I haven’t come clean with her yet. Besides that, there is so much I want to share with her about me and learn about her. My old womanzing ways is definitely not one of the first things I want her to learn. If Loren comes to understand the man I am today, maybe she will look beyond the mistakes I’ve made in the past.
Thank God for Harry because he has spent the better part of the last two days supporting me and helping me work out how to fix what’s wrong with Loren and move forward. In one word, talking. Loren and I need to spend more time talking and learning about each other rather than me throwing her into bed and fooling around with her every chance I get. Hey, don’t judge! I can’t help how attracted I am to her and how difficult it is for me to control myself around Loren. Regardless, we really need to get to know each other. It doesn’t need to be in crash course style, because we have forever, but we do need to pay more attention to getting to learn about each other beyond the physical attraction. It’s probably a big part of this current uncomfortable situation. She doesn’t know me well enough to understand why I responded the way I did to her comment and I don’t know why she’s not appearing to recover from that conversation.
Right now, Zayn and I are on our way to the airport to pick up the girls and I asked Harry to come as my buffer. I might need him to break the ice and kill the awkwardness between Loren and me. Honestly, I’ve never been so excited and nervous in my life. Excited because I’ve missed Loren so much and I can’t wait to see her mysterious new look she’s hiding from me. Nervous because she acted strange on the phone yesterday and this morning ever since our conversation that first night she was away. We just have to work this out. Surely, life is going to throw us curve balls and we have to labor through them together.
“Lou! Are you in there mate?!” I hear Harry and Zayn laughing.
“Yeah. What’s up?” I look to Zayn to find out what he wants.
“Harry only called you four times and you’re just staring out the back window,” Zayn continues to laugh.
“Sorry. Um, you know I get car sick driving backwards in a limo.” My lame attempt to cover for myself.
“No. I think you’re scared shitless to see Lor,” Harry says and points his finger at me with a smirk gracing his face.
“That too, but I keep looking at that massive cargo truck behind us trying to imagine how much she actually bought.” Really? An oversize cargo truck for one person’s shopping?
“Perrie says she bought five times the amount of stuff they buy for the five of us to go on tour combined,” Zayn says with a look of mock horror on his face.
“Thank God you are marrying up Lou. You might not afford her,” Harry cracks a joke that sends me over the edge I’ve been teetering on for days and I snap.
“Hey, you know Loren is not like that. Even if she were, and weren’t filthy rich herself, I’d buy her anything she wants,” I say in defense of my girl.
“Relax Lou, I’m just joking. We all saw the minimum inventory list Simon sent Perrie of what was to be purchased for Loren to be seen in public. Knowing Perrie, she probably added onto the list - infinitely,” Harry reaches across and pats my knee while chuckling.
“Don’t remind me. Now that you mention it, after seeing that list yesterday, I’m surprised we don’t need two trucks,” I say in an overly dramatic manner.
“But seriously Lou, relax. Everything is going to be fine. You’re gonna see your lovely girl and as soon as you two are together, it will all be perfect again.” Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have Harry as my rock?
“Thanks Harry. I hope so.” I really do.
“Lou, have you forgotten what a mess I was with Perrie?” Zayn asks.
“Guess I have mate. It seems so long ago. Come to think of it you were much more mopey and nervous than me,” I lightly punch his knee and laugh.
“Uh no mate. You are much worse, but it’s good to see you like this. It just means you really are in love with her. I still can’t believe you kept her a secret for so long. She means that much to you to protect her like that from the craziness,” Zayn gives me a big smile and I nod in agreement. I feel bad lying to everyone about Loren and me, but we’re in a legitimate relationship now so why borrow trouble?
We all return to silence as the driver pulls into the private airfield. Adrenaline begins to course through my veins and my breathing accelerates. As we pull around back of the Franchescho air hanger, my breath hitches as I see Loren’s plane touch down across the airfield.
“Just in time mate!” Zayn says gleefully.
“Ready for the big reveal Lou?” Harry asks and gives me a sympathetic look. He knows how nervous I’ve been these past few days about Loren changing her looks.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. Do you guys mind giving me a few minutes to collect my thoughts?” I ask. Harry and Zayn nod and exit the back of the limo.
The second I am alone, I place my head in my hands. I think I am going to hyperventilate. My nerves are in overdrive. So many what ifs run through my mind I can’t keep up with all of the thoughts running wild. I run my hands through my hair, repeatedly, and tug at the roots as if trying to spur inspiration on how to greet her.
After a few minutes, I look up and see the plane pulling in and about to come to a stop. My mind shuts down and all I want to do is take action. I need to see Loren. Now. I fly out of the limo and sprint past Harry and Zayn and I hear them shouting ‘go get her mate’ and laughing, but I don’t care – I’m a man on a mission.
Just as the ground crew rolls the stairs up to the plane, I bound up them two at a time – much to the crew’s protest – and stand waiting for the hatch to be opened. After what seems like an eternity, but is probably only 30 seconds, I bang on the door impatiently. Within seconds, I hear the door’s gears moving and practically jump in place excited to see my girl.
Finally, the hatch opens and I attempt to bolt into the plane, but my excitement and progress is halted by Perrie.
“Let me through Perrie!” I exclaim, but do not shove her out of my way as that would be rude.
“Not so fast lover boy,” she places her hand on my chest, “you need to calm down and take a deep breath. Loren is very nervous for you to see her.”
“She’s nervous? How do you think I feel?” I look at Perrie half crazed and she gives me a smug look.
“Don’t overwhelm her Lou. She’s exhausted and been through a lot the last few days,” she says with concern and I’m grateful that Perrie cares for Loren in this way.
“I just want to see her and hold her. That’s all,” I slump feeling a bit deflated that the spontaneity of our reunion has been thwarted.
“I know Lou. Just tone it down. She’s looked like a cornered animal all day because she’s so worried of what you are going to think.”
“I’ll love her no matter what. Please, let me see her,” I plead. I hear steps behind me and realize it must be Zayn and Harry as Perrie’s face lights up.
“Okay. She’s in the back cabin waiting for you. Please, please, please do not give her an over-the-top reaction. Just be sincere with her and it will all be okay.”
“Yes, of course I will,” I scoff a little irritated that I’m being told how to behave with my own fiancée. Perrie steps out of the way and I begin to jog to the back of the plane until I am stopped again.
“Lou! Slowly. You’ll be calmer and that will keep her calm. And no funny business because we will be waiting outside,” she winks and rushes into Zayn’s waiting arms. I turn around and purposefully stroll towards the back of the plane taking deep breaths with each step.
When, I reach the door to the back cabin, I take a deep cleansing breath and collect my thoughts before I knock on the door.
“Lou, is that you?” I hear her beautiful voice through the door.
“Yes love, it’s me. May I come in?” If she’s as nervous as Perrie claims, I figure I better ask permission so she’s prepared when I enter the cabin.
“Yes,” she says so softly I barely hear her response.
Slowly, I grab the door handle and twist it. I take one more deep breath before I push the door open, step through the threshold, and close it behind me. There she stands, her back to me, but what a beautiful sight. Her hair hangs down the middle of her back in soft curls and I can see the new golden highlights in her chocolate tresses. She’s wearing a form-fitting royal blue dress that comes only to the middle of her thighs. I can’t help but stare taking in every inch of her. I admire the tight bodice that shows off her tiny waist and how the straight cut of the skirt shows off her curvy hips and the shape of her glorious ass. Her gorgeous legs are enhanced by the high heels she’s wearing. As beautiful as the sight before me is, all I want to see is her lovely face.
“Loren,” it comes out as little more than a whisper.
It’s like the earth moves in slow motion. Slowly, she turns to face me and all I can do is…gasp.
Loren POV (Going Back One Hour)
“Will you please stop fidgeting before I tie you to your seat?!” Perrie yells at me for the fifth time during our flight and I sigh.
“I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous. What if he doesn’t like it?” I start freaking out yet again.
“Loren, are you crazy? You look so amazing. The issue is going to be my keeping Louis off of your hot little body once he lays eyes on you,” Perrie smirks and I blush from head to toe.
“You are over exaggerating,” I scoff.
“Uh no. He is going to lose his mind and that outfit is perfect. It was the right choice to tease him just enough,” she giggles and I join her.
“How are we going to do this unveiling? Do I just walk off the plane like any other day?”
“No. Zayn text me this morning that he and Harry are coming to the airport. I think you and Louis should have a private moment when he sees you. He’s as much as nervous wreck as you are so you two definitely don’t need or want an audience when you attack each other,” she wiggles her eyebrows and I swat at her arm.
“You act like he is going to rip my clothes off and have his way with me on the spot,” I say with a tone of disbelief in my voice – mainly because I don’t believe his reaction is going to be as strong as Perrie thinks it will be. Not to mention a little fissure of excitement at the possibility his response to me could be that feral.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” she says while cocking an eyebrow.
“Back to the task at hand please. How are we going to do this?” I practically beg her for advice.
“If you haven’t already noticed, Louis is an impatient little wanker. I suspect he’ll be practically breaking into the hatch with a battering ram when we land. So, I think I will head him off at the pass. As soon as we touch down, you go to the back cabin and check yourself and I’ll send him back to you.”
“So, you think we should be alone on the plane when he first sees me?”
“Yes. It’s a private moment. Cherish them with him while you can because once the world learns about you, privacy will be a thing of the past,” Perrie says with all seriousness. I gulp.
“Oh, and if it takes more than 15 minutes for you two to exit the plane, I’m coming in after you. So, keep your knickers on,” she laughs hysterically while I give her a mortified look.
“Really Perrie!” I put my face in my hands to hide my embarrassment.
“Well, you are armed with all this ‘new information’. So, I don’t know if you are going to keep your hands off of him now.”
“Can we just not go there? Please? After what you told me on the plane ride out, Louis and I have issues to resolve. My knickers will be staying on.” I raise my eyebrows and try to look intimidating and serious.
“You really never spoke with him about it yet?”
“No. It’s not a conversation I want to have over the phone or texting. I need to look in his eyes when he has to come clean. Honestly, I’ll be glad to have this out in the open. It’s been so awkward talking with him while we’ve been gone having this hanging over me.”
“When do you plan on talking about his lying to you?”
“Tonight. After all the excitement of returning home is over and we’re settled in for the night. Trust me, he’s not going to see this conversation coming. I’m going to enjoy watching him squirm.” I try to convince myself he will squirm. He might not care at all and tell me to sod off. I hope not though because I want to be able to trust him again. If I’m honest, my biggest fear is that he will try to lie out of it and I don’t know where that will leave us.
“You know I’ll be expecting a full report in the morning.”
Just then, we receive word that the pilot is preparing to descend. Perrie moves from the seat across the table to next to me and starts primping me. She’s teasing the crown of my hair and then proceeds to fix my makeup. Twenty minutes later, I’m sure I look like a Barbie doll again and the plane touches down.
We taxi to the hanger and I see the limo and Louis, Zayn, and Harry standing on the tarmac. I also notice the large cargo truck nearby to transport all my new belongings. Inwardly, I cringe remembering all the long hours of fittings and feeling like a human pin cushion. If I’m honest though, I have to admit I love each and every outfit, shoe, and accessory. Getting dressed is going to feel more like rummaging through my own personal boutique every morning.
“Okay Loren. Off with you love. Make sure you don’t mess your hair and don’t forget to smooth out your dress. Take some deep breaths and relax. He’s going to love you even more when he sees you – if that’s even possible.” She gives me a hug and I hold onto her tightly and close my eyes stifling the tears that threaten to fall. I feel a bit like a charlatan for having to keep mine and Louis’ secret when Perrie has been so good to me and is happy for us. Louis has told me he loves me so surely I’m not a total fraud for not telling her the truth about our relationship?
“Perrie, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I can’t believe how you organized all this. It really was an amazing experience even though I fussed at you a lot.” I’m embarrassed that I fussed at all after how she’s been there to talk with me, give me advice, and arranged the whole makeover. I feel a bit ungrateful now that I think of it.
“Loren, it’s been amazing for me too getting to watch you transform. I’m so happy for you and delighted to call you a friend. Not to mention it’s a girl’s dream to have carte blanche with designers and an unlimited shopping budget,” she giggles and gives me another hug. “Now, go get ready for your man.” She squeezes me one last time, shoos me towards the back of the plant, and then darts off towards the front door.
“Okay. I’m off,” I half shout at her. Slowly, I make my way to the back of the plane. When I enter the cabin, I sit on the bed. Wait. No. If I sit on the bed, Louis will have me flat on my back in minutes. As tempting as that sounds, that’s not going to work – for numerous reasons. One, and most potentially embarrassing, Perrie will storm into the cabin. Second, Louis and I need to really talk before I let him lay a hand on me.
I decide to sit in the chair in the corner. Now I feel like Michael Corleone and Louis is coming to meet the godfather. I bolt from the chair and start to pace. Maybe I should just stand here and wait for him to enter. That’s it. I’ll just stand here and wait for him.
Another few minutes go by and I wonder why is it taking so long for him to get in the plane? Maybe he is dreading seeing me? Maybe he feels as awkward as I do about our conversations the past few days? Ughhh. I don’t think I’ve ever been this impatient in my life and I feel stupid just standing here. Maybe Perrie’s idea about a private reveal is too much for either of us and I should just walk out of here and face him with Perrie and the boys as my backup?
I turn towards the back of the room and go over to the mirror once again to check myself. I fluff my hair and position it so it hangs perfectly down my back and over the front of both shoulders. My makeup still is perfect from Perrie’s touch up work. I pull up my corset up to give myself a little more cleavage thinking it will also give me a little more courage if I can distract Louis with my breasts. Then, I question if that is a wise decision because I don’t know if I am ready for him to touch me even though I am burning for his hands and mouth to be on me again.
When everything is in place, I smooth my hands down the bodice of my dress and tug the bottom hem just a little until it is perfect on my body. Personally, I would have chosen a dress that covered me a little more for today, but Perrie wanted me to wear something dramatic. The royal blue Armani knit dress is strapless with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice molds to my ribcage perfectly. A single banding covered in rhinestones is at the waist and the skirt is straight and rests at my mid-thigh. Perrie said this dress is her way to torture Louis because when I sit, the skirt rises just enough so that the lacy banding of my stockings show. She really is mischievous.
Satisfied with my appearance, I take a few steps back from the mirror. Suddenly, I hear a commotion outside the door with heavy footsteps approaching. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallow. He’s here. This is the moment. He lightly knocks on the cabin door.
“Lou, is that you?” I ask just to make sure it’s him partly terrified that maybe he’s sent Perrie or the boys to get me because he’s as nervous about seeing me as I am about seeing him.
“Yes love, it’s me. May I come in?” His usually sparkling voice cracks as he speaks. It momentarily breaks my nervousness to hear his own fear radiate through his voice. I take a deep breath before I respond.
“Yes,” I barely whisper loud enough for him to hear.
I hear the door open and then close and I sense his presence behind me. It scares me that my body immediately responds to his merely being in the same close quarters. I pray it doesn’t betray me when I set my eyes on him.
“Loren,” Louis whispers. I take a few more steadying breaths and slowly begin to turn around to face him.
As we come face-to-face, I hear and see him gasp. His eyes are huge and his mouth popped open wide in shock. He takes two steps towards me and just stares at me for long seconds, saying nothing. What is he thinking?
Okay, sorry for the cliffhanger (not really lol). So, what do you think is going to happen? Is Louis going to like Loren's new look? Is this reunion going to go good or bad?
Now, here is your challenge. I'm not going to demand comments, votes, or subscriptions. If you do it, it's because you want to do it. However, if I get a fair number of comments and votes, I will post some of my pics from the Detroit concert and some of my tales from hanging out with their crew over the weekend. Otherwise, I'll keep it all to myself and my friends lol.
BTW, even though the boys were on lock down pretty much this weekend, I have to say some of the people on their crew are incredibly nice and really appreciate the fans. Some are talented musicians in their own right and really can give you a music education. Someone in our party had a Niall moment (courtesy of Liam) and something else happened, but I'm not going to tell you anymore for now. Tonight I have over 1,200 pics and videos to sort through from the two concerts. Ughhh.
I'm checking to see if you actually are reading this note lol.