When You Let Your Heart Win
"Bear, wake up, please."
"Say one more word and I'll cut you."
"Teddy, wake up."
"Can you go fetch me some scissors?" I mumbled rolling over, into a body. “Niall, when did you start working out?”
“Bear, I’m not Niall.”
“Huh?!” I jumped up. “Why am I in here?! Why the fuck am I not wearing a shirt?!” I yelled/asked falling out of bed. I do that a lot. Great, I’m Harry.
“Exactly what I knew would happen…” He whispered to himself, but I heard it. “Relax, you came in here last night when I got home.”
“Why am I not wearing my shirt?!” I crawled around to find it. “Oh my God! You’re a pervert!”
“I am not!” He laughed.
“You’re only in boxers, oh my God, we didn’t…”
“NO!” He yelled. “I have a girlfriend, Teddy!”
“But guys fuck around…”
“Whatever!” I yelled. “Why am I in your bed, only in my bra and underwear and you only in your boxers, and why does my head hurt? I pouted from my yelling as I clutched my shirt to my chest.
“We were out last night.” He laughed. “You came home with Niall. Not like that!” He added quickly after the look I gave him. “And whenever I came home, you came in and checked on me.”
“Since when do I check on you?” I asked myself.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” He clicked his fingers. “Then you took off your shirt and passed out.”
“That doesn’t sound like me…”
“But that sounds like drunk off her arse Teddy.” He smiled.
“Ehh, that is true.” I nodded thinking about it. “Alright, why are you waking me up?”
“Uhm, because El’s on her way over?” He practically asked.
“Ohhh and you want me out of your bed so it doesn’t look like we just shagged?” I laughed. “Damn why couldn’t you of just left me there?”
“Bear?” He sighed.
“Whatever.” I waved getting up. “I’m going back to bed.”
As I stepped foot out of Lou’s bedroom, the front door opened and Miss Eleanor Calder walked in.
“Since when do you have a key?” I spat.
“Since ever.” She replied. “Why are you coming out of Lou’s room? Wearing…”
“Practically nothing?” I smiled. “Use your pretty little brain.”
“Bear, shut up.” Lou huffed walking out in just his boxers and El’s face is just priceless. Damn I wish I had a camera.
“Well you two have a good old time.” I smiled. “Thanks for last night, Lou Boo.”
“Bear.” He glared as I giggled and pinched his bum.
“Tootle loo.” I waved and snuck into my room. Oh beautiful Irish boy sprawled out on my bed. Why doesn’t he have a girlfriend?
“Since when do you two have sleepovers involving very little clothing?!” Ohhh! Fight time! Should I listen? No, I couldn’t. Damnit, but it’s fun.
“Mornin’ Nialler.” I smiled as I glanced over quickly before gluing my ear to my door again.
“What’s going on?” He asked rubbing his eyes.
“Elounor fight.” I giggled. “Come listen with me.” I smiled waving him over.
“Teddy, stop.” He sighed.
“C’mon, it’s my daily entertainment.” I whined.
“Teddy?” Nope, if you don’t wanna join me, I’ll ignore you.
“Niall.” I whined as he picked me up and dragged me away.
“It’s rude.” He said as he sat me back onto my feet, then looked me over. “Why are you not wearing a shirt?”
“Because I never put it back on.” I replied waving my shirt in the air.
“Why was it off in the first place?” He asked.
“Louis said I decided to take it off.” I shrugged. “You know as much as me.”
“You’re a little weird.” He shook his head jumping back onto my bed.
“Mhmm.” I nodded putting my shirt on. “Tea?”
“And food, please.” He mumbled into a pillow.
“Coming up, Irish God.” I saluted, even though he couldn’t see me and snuck out into the kitchen.
“Louis, you are a fucking idiot!” Damn I really want to hear this.
No, Teddy, food and tea. Nialler boy wants some food and tea.
“Babe, nothing happened!” I WANT TO LISTEN, DAMNIT! Dudes, I just stomped like a four year old. Damn, you Niall fricken Horan.
As I got to the kitchen, I was slumping. I like listening to their fights. It’s complete entertainment. I’m sure God finds their fights entertaining. But anyways, I set the kettle on, grabbed two tea cups, then headed for the fridge. I hate cooking, but since Niall is here, he won’t settle for cereal, so I have to make something, so I settled on chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and some fruit. This kid will probably bow down and kiss my feet whenever he smells what’s about to be going on. Now, so I don’t burn our flat down by listening to the Elounor fight, I turned on the radio to get rid of the bickering. I once again stomped my foot because I could not hear them.
Mixing the pancake batter, frying the bacon, dancing like a retard always makes cooking fun.
“Women, you are my savour.” What’d I tell ya? He has a nose like a dog. Smells awesome-ness 10 miles away.
“I know how to feed ya, Irish.” I smiled flipping a pancake.
“Chocolate chip pancakes?!!” He yelled, in my ear.
“Ow!” I yelled connecting my ear with my shoulder.
“Sorry, babe.” He replied hugging me and picking me up some. “You’re thee best.”
“I know.” I nodded cockily. “You can make your own tea since you’re moving.”
“You’re never mean, Teddy.” He smiled taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
“I know.” I sighed. “Ohh!”
“Oh. My. God.” Niall mumbled whenever I turned the radio up and started to sing, horribly and dance, just as horrible.
“She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor
Her image is distorted screaming, "Is it worth it anymore?"
Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?
Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?
You’re not the only one so let them criticize, oh oh oh
You’re untouchable when you realize, oh oh oh
Change, change your life, take it all
We’re gonna stick together, know we’ll get through it all
Change, change your life, take it all (yeah, take it all)
You’re gonna use it to become what you’ve always known
(Become what you’ve always known)” Yeah, I love Little Mix. I have too. Perrie is my home girl. Don’t tell Zayn, but we got a thing going. Tahaha, just kidding, but seriously.
“Again with Little Mix?” Lou walked in with a smile.
“Yerp!” I giggled, but stopped everything whenever I saw miss beauty queen walk in after him. “Everything all good and dandy?” I asked in a very, very girly, high pitched voice.
“Bear?” Lou sighed taking a seat by Niall.
“Simple question.” I shrugged going back to breakfast.
“Woman, is it done yet?” Niall whined. “I think I’m about to die.”
“Eat a pancake.” I smiled throwing him a plate, of five pancakes, at him. His eyes glowed. He’s in a very serious relationship with food. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t have a girlfriend?
“Fuck that, bro. Get your own.” Niall mumbled with a mouthful.
“Super sexy, babe.” I giggled sliding a plate to Louis.
“Thanks, Bear.” He smiled.
“Mhmm.” I smiled, then looked at El. Should I be nice? I possibly couldn’t. It’s going against everything I believe in.
“Here, Eleanor.” I practically choked. God, ego, self-esteem, I am so sorry. At least it put a smile on Lou’s face.
I’m cutting my head off later.
“You don’t know what I was going to say.” He pouted as he walked into my room.
“What time do you want to leave tomorrow?” He asked. Our Doncaster trip! Oh I just got happy.
“The earlier the better.” I smiled.
“Okay, would you want to have lunch at mine before I drop you off? I’m sure mum and the girls would love to see you.” He smiled.
“Sure.” I shrugged as I continued to paint my toes. Today, I’ve been super lazy. I haven’t even showered yet. I am that lazy today. But what can I do? I don’t have to do anything. It’s summer, so I don’t have classes and Louis won’t let me work, then it’s raining out, so I’m here, being lazy, watching movies, eating fatty foods and painting my nails a ridiculous colour. “Where’s Elea-whore?”
“Teddy.” He whined.
“Just a question.” I shrugged looking up at him.
“She went out with Lani.” He sighed.
“Oh, you actually told me… I didn’t really care.” I laughed blowing on my toes and wiggled them a little.
“I should of known.” He shook his head.
“Yeah, you should of.” I smiled raising my hands up to him. “Help me please?”
“Rude one minute, nice the next.” He laughed taking my hands and helping me to my feet, being careful not to smudge my toes. “You’re bipolar.”
“Eh, I’ve heard worst.” I brushed off. “What are you doing today?” I asked walking, on my heels, to the kitchen.
“Nothing.” He answered following me.
“Why?” I laughed.
“Didn’t ask anyone.” He shrugged.
“No friends?” I giggled.
“You look like an idiot walking like that.” He laughed. “You could of asked me to get you a drink.”
“Ohh, ignoring what I said. I see.” I teased taking a sip of my water.
“I chose not to answer it.” He laughed. “Teddy, do you want me to carry you?”
“No, I’m good.” I waved.
“You’re hard-headed.” He chuckled picking me up bridal style.
“Louis William Tomlinson, put me down!” I screeched.
“You look like you broke your foot, I’m helping you. It’s sad to watch.” He smiled cheekily.
“You’re a dick.” I huffed giving up, making him laugh.
“How old are you, again?” He asked.
“Five.” I answered.
“Of course.” He laughed placing me onto my bed then looked me in the eye for a period of time.
“You’re making me feel awkward…”
“Oh, uhm, sorry.” He shook his head and stood up straight. “Wanna go get dinner tonight?” He asked clearing his throat.
“Sure.” I smiled.
“Be ready by 7?” He asked walking backwards.
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Nothing too fancy.” He smiled.
“Okay.” I smiled back.
Now, what should I wear tonight?
“Louis, you said ‘be ready by 7,’ I’m ready and you’re not. What’s wrong with this picture?” I giggled dangling my legs as I watched him fuss with his hair.
“Shut up, Bear.” He pouted. “My hair hates me.”
“Leave it down!” I bounced.
“Why?” He asked glancing at me and laughed.
“I like when it’s down and messy.” I replied. To be honest, he looks hot when his hair is down. When it’s up in that quiff thing, ew. I’ve slapped Zayn on an occasion or two because now everyone in One Direction is quiff-ing. I make up words, get used to it.
“Fine.” He dropped his hands. “I give up. Let’s go.”
“Yay!” I slapped my hands together before he helped me down. Isn’t he the greatest? “So where we goin’?” I asked skipping out behind him.
“A restaurant.” He shrugged.
“What’s it called?” I’m an idiot.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged again.
“Do you know where we’re going?” I asked stopping.
“Nope.” He smiled.
“Awesome.” I laughed grabbing my phone out of my pocket.
“@TeddyNichole: BFF date wiff Louuuuuuuuuuuieeeeeeeeee :)”
“What are you laughing about?”
“Twitter.” I smiled.
“Of course.” He laughed opening the door, always a gentlemen.
“What can I get you two, tonight?” Our pretty, pretty waiter asked.
‘Your number would be lovely.’ I replied in my head. Pretty green eyes, shaggy hair. Oh he is pretty.
“I’ll take the special.” Lou replied. “Bear?”
“Huh?” Shit. Caught gawking at pretty waiter boy. “Oh, ha, I’ll have uhm, baked ziti and a salad.” I smiled handing him my menu.
“Alright, it’ll be out whenever it’s done.” He smiled at me and walked away.
“He’s pretty.” I smiled leaning a little to look at his bum. Ah, he’s pretty.
“Teddy?” Lou sighed.
“Sorry.” I smiled at him. “What time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“I was thinking 8.” He replied making me choke on my wine.
“Ex… excuse me?” I asked.
“You can sleep in the car.” He laughed.
“But that’s early.” I whined.
“You said you wanted to get there the sooner the better, and I suggested lunch with my family, so get over it.” He smiled.
“Arse.” I mumbled sipping at my wine again.
“You’ll get over it.” He smiled even bigger.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
“Does what hurt?” He asked in confusion.
“Smiling so much?” I replied. “I haven’t seen you smile this much since… well since before Eleanor.”
“I’m happy.” He shrugged. I am now laughing. “What?”
“You barely saw Eleanor today, and you’re happy?” Bahahahahahah. I love this kid.
“Teddy, I didn’t mean it like that.” He glared.
“Yeah, but that’s how I took it.” I giggled.
“Why don’t you like her?” He frowned.
“Don’t frown!” I pouted. “You make me want to hug you and feed you chocolate.”
“Sorry.” He laughed. “But seriously, why don’t you like her?”
“Should I say everything?” I asked, making him shrug. “Okay, one, after you and Hannah broke up, you were saying how you weren’t going to date for a while. How long is your ‘a while’? Because it was a month later you came out saying you were in a relationship. You made Hannah look like she meant nothing to you. Two, Eleanor does nothing, but hold your hand, drink Starbucks and shop. Three, she has no job, so where’s all the money she gets to buy everything she owns or when she flies out to visit you around the world? She takes your money for granted. Four…”
“Alright, enough.” He interrupted me. He doesn’t look too happy. “You don’t have a job.”
“You won’t let me!” I practically yelled. Okay, I yelled.
“And I won’t let her have one.” He shrugged.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Whenever we get back from Doncaster, I’ll look for a job.”
“No. I hate living there rent free and I hate going out to clubs and you paying for me or out to dinner and paying.” I motioned. “I don’t like being in the same category as the famous Eleanor Calder.”
“You’re not.” He frowned.
“When it comes to the money part, yes I am.” I replied getting my phone out, ending our conversation and got into a new one.
What are you doing?
Dinner with Lou, you?
I’ve heard, why are you texting me now?
He pissed me off. What are you doing?
Fucking nothing! I’m bored and trying to find something to do.
Go out and find a girl.
Erm, ew. I don’t shag everything that walks, Ted.
Mhmm, gotta go, food’s here.
“Will you talk to me now?” Lou asked after our food was placed in front of us.
“I’m eating.” I replied stuffing some pasta in my mouth.
“Bear, I’m sorry.” He whined.
“Mhmm.” I mumbled.
“Damnit, Teddy.” He sighed laying his fork down. “If you want a job, get one. It won’t make a difference.”
“Then I’ll move out.” I shrugged.
“No!” He growled. Too far, Teddy. “I brought you out here because you wanted to live in London, I promised your parents I’d take care of you, and I’m doing that. Just because I don’t like you paying for anything doesn’t mean shit.”
“Fine.” I frowned. “Sorry.” I didn’t mean to piss him off that much.
“What kind of guy or best friend would I be if I made you pay for everything?” He smiled.
“A shit one.” I smiled. It’s impossible to stay mad at him.
“Finally a smile.” He laughed softly.
“Sorry I pissed you off.” I frowned.
“Sorry I make you feel like you’re in the same category as Eleanor.” He smiled bumping my foot.
“I hate that I can’t be mad at you.” I glared.
“Sorry that I’m awesome.” He sassed.
“Excuse me?” I raised my hand. “Anybody got a smaller ego I can borrow?” I asked looking around. “My friend here is in desperate need of one.”
“Alright!” He laughed putting my hand down.
“I tried.” I shrugged.
“They must all know I’m awesome and I don’t need a ‘smaller’ ego.” He smiled.
“You need something.” I laughed loudly.
“I got everything I need.” He shrugged.
“What’s that? A huge ego, huge arse and awesome life?”
“With a super awesome best friend.” He smiled. “I got everything practically right here in this restaurant.”
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