When You Let Your Heart Win
“Babe, will you come out already?”
“Don’t rush me, Tomlinson.” I playfully growled as I continued to do my hair.
“We have to be there in… five minutes.” He stopped, I guess checking the time before continuing.
“You said two seconds, five minutes ago.” He laughed walking in and stopping instantly.
“What?” I asked looking at him through the mirror.
“Y… wha…” He stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at me again. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No?” I laughed. “Should I change?”
“For the love of God, no.” He emphasized and stepped closer but didn’t touch me. I may of pouted at that.
“I’m done.” I sighed dropping my hands after my hair was up as well as I could get it and flattened out my dress.
“You look… wow.” He tried to find a good word, but could only come up with ‘wow,’ he’s cute.
“Thanks.” I smiled. “Can I have a kiss?”
“No.” He shook his head as his eyes continued to roam my body.
“What?” I slumped. “Why not?”
“We have dinner reservations, if I kiss you, we won’t make ‘em.” He said lifting his eyes up to mine and smiled cheekily.
“You always say that.” I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom, into the main room and sprayed on some perfume quickly.
“Doesn’t make it untrue.” He smiled grabbing my hand and walked us out into the heated air.
“I can’t believe we leave tomorrow.” I sighed and leaned into him some.
“We can always come back.” He laughed slightly and kissed the side of my head.
“When?” I snorted. “You’re mad busy this year. Tour starts up in late April… wait!” I stopped in my tracks and pulled him back. “Eleanor’s due in April, who’s going to help her take care of Shayla?”
“My mum could come up, her parents could come up, you could help or they could possibly come on tour with me.” He shrugged like it was nothing.
“You thought about this?”
“El and I talked about it.” He nodded. “Whichever she’s fine with, we’ll do.”
“Oh.” I nodded as we started to walk again.
“What were you saying before your brain exploded?” He teased wrapping an arm around my waist, which of course made me punch him, as hard as I could, in his ribs. But let’s face it, it wasn’t a hard punch, because I’m so small. And muscle-less. Maybe I should start working out with Harry or Liam...
“Arse.” I huffed, then sighed again. “I was going to say we wouldn’t be able to come back here til like then end of the year, because you’re that busy.”
“It doesn’t nesaccasily need to be this year we come back.” He smiled down at me. “We have the rest of our lives for that.”
“Ture.” I nodded looking ahead of us and thought about it. “You’re just super busy.”
“Wanna know something cool, though?” He asked bumping me slightly, trying to get my slightly upset mood into something better.
“Hmm?” I hummed as I moved closer to him whenever we got closer to the restaurant section of the resort.
“We have the 13th of July to the 1st of August off.” He said into my ear.
“Tha…” I stopped and jumped. “Really?”
“Mhmm.” He laughed at my outburst. “So on our anniversary, I may or may not of gotten us tickets to see Justin TImberlake in New York.”
“What?!” I yelled and he covered my mouth quickly.
“We’re around people now, love. Be quiet, please.”
“Sorry.” I mumbled against his hand. “Really?”
“Really, really.” He smiled letting his hand fall back to his side. “We’re going straight to North America after our Europe lag, so why not?”
“Justin Timberlake?” I asked not believing him. “The insanely cute dude from N’Sync? The bloke I almost cried over just being in his house after the Teen Choice Awards?”
“I don’t think there is another Justin Timberlake.” He lifted his eyes towards the sky and ‘thought’ about it. “Did he have a kid? I know he’s married, didn’t hear about him popping one out…”
“Alright, I get it.” I slapped his hand as he laughed at me. "Thank you." I smiled hugging him as I laid my chin on his chest and looked up at him.
"You're worth it." He shrugged.
"So New York?" I smiled turning around, but kept one of my arms around him, and started to walk again. "What will we be doing there?"
"Name, please?" The bloke at the pedestal thing asked.
"Tomlinson." Lou replied then looked back at me. "Whatever we want. After the last European date, we can get on a plane to New York and figure it out when we get there."
"Wouldn't you want to see your family?"
"If they want, I'll fly them out." He nodded.
"Okay." I looked down and thought of some more questions. "What about Shay? Wouldn't you want to see her during your days off?"
"It'll be around the time of El's birthday. I'm sure she'd want to be around friends and family and not us while we celebrate our anniversary." He laughed slightly as we got shown to our table/bed that was overlooking the water and sunset.
"If you want to bring Shay out, we can take care of her." I offered in a whisper.
"You won't mind?" He looked at me with a small smile.
"I have to get used to it, so why not?" I shrugged.
"I'll talk to El whenever we get back and see if we can arrange that." He smiled pulling me into him some more.
"You won't see her much, so you gotta get some time with her." I shrugged again. “You deserve to see your daughter. Doesn’t matter if it takes up some of my time.”
“You’re 100% sure about this?” He asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. “I don’t know how else I can tell you that I’m okay with you spending time with your daughter.”
“Thank you.” He smiled and pulled me into his side.
“You better not be like this when we have kids.” I scoffed playfully.
“I won’t.” He laughed. “I won’t have to make sure it’s okay with someone to bring them around you.”
“True.” I nodded and looked out at the view.
“I love you.” He whispered kissing the top of my head whenever I laid it onto his shoulder.
“I love you.” I whispered back with a smile. “To the stars and back.”
“So…” I got up onto my knees and smiled like a mad man. “Where will we be staying?"
“When we go to New York, you big dumby.” I laughed.
“Oh, we’re back to that.” He nodded. "I haven't gotten that far yet." He frowned, which made me frown and sit back on my heels. “It’s like six months away, we got time.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I just like to know what we’re doing, when we’re doing it, where we’re doing it.”
“Are we talking about sex?”
“No!” I yelled slapping his thigh. “‘Sex isn’t on my mind 24/7,’ ha!” I laughed mocking him from earlier today.
“It’s just how you we wording it!” He laughed as he tried to defend himself.
“It’s okay, boo, you don’t gotta explain.” I patted his hand. “You like sex a lot. Maybe we should send you to rehab for being a sex addict.” I sighed just ‘thinking’ of it. “Damn, what would the boys, let alone world think of that?”
“I see it in the papers now;” I started and held up my hands like it was written on the ceiling. “‘1D Member Louis Tomlinson enter rehab for being a sex addict,’ so sad.” I frowned dropping my hands and looked at Louis. He just looked at me with raised eyebrows, probably asking himself what he’s gotten himself into with being with me.
“Are you done?”
“I don’t have to be.” I nodded once then looked away again. “Oooh, just think of Simon’s reaction.” I winced just thinking of it. “He’d kick you in the balls until you didn’t like sex anymore. He’d probably make you want to flip your penis into a vagina so you don’t have to think about it.” I continued before I was thrown onto my back against the sheets.
“Are you done now?” He looked at me.
“I can keep going.” I shrugged.
“Let’s not.” He laughed. “I now have the picture of my dick being flipped into a vagina.” He shook and made me smile. “Do you know how bad that would hurt?”
“Do you think boys have hymens?”
“Are you drunk?” He looked at me like I seriously lost something important.
“Nope.” I shook my head and popped the p.
“Did you get too much sun today?”
“I’m fine.” I giggled. “I’m just wondering.”
“Do you think these things regularly?” He continued to look at me like I was mad.
“Nope.” I shook my head. “My mind just went to penis flipping to wondering if men have hymens.”
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” He laughed rolling off me.
“Noooo!” I whined rolling on top of him. “It’s our last night here and you want to go to bed early?”
“You just went mental a few minutes ago, I think we should keep you inside. At all costs.” He smirked.
“Meanie.” I pouted and sat up. “So much for you wanting to show me off.”
“You’re drunk.” He laughed sitting up and moving back against the headboard.
“Just a tinnie tiny, insty itty little bit.” I held my hand up in surrender, then turned serious. “So, Tomlinson?”
“Yes?” He smiled laying his hands on the sides of my thighs.
“Are you going to take advantage of me, or are you going to be a rude boy and make us go to bed?”
“Oh!” He coughed and nervously laughed. “We have to be at the docks at five am to make it to the mainland and to the airport in time, so…”
“You’re telling me no hanky panky?” I slumped.
“SInce you just referred sex to… uh, to that, no.” He laughed.
“Ruuude.” I shook my head and slid off his lap and cuddled against a pillow, facing the opposite direction.
“Now don’t you be rude.” He said moving around some before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
“I’m mad at you.” I fought.
“No you’re not.” He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Even if you are, you’ll forget it in the morning.”
“Mhmm.” I hummed. “Don’t count on it, mister.”
“I love you.”
“I won’t stop until you say it.”
“Have fun staying up all night.” I smiled.
“Fine.” He gave up and shoved his nose into the back of my neck all before kissing it. He’s cute.
“I love you, too.” I whispered grabbing his hand and bringing it up to my lips and kissed his knuckles before falling asleep.
“@Louis_Tomlinson: someone’s mad at me because we’re going home… @TeddyNichole pic.twitter.com/40ZUT9azi0”
Basically the second we got into the air and headed home, my phone dinged, God bless airplane wifi, and this showed up. It made me want to laugh out loud, but apparently he’s watching me, so I gotta keep it cool.
“@TeddyNichole: @Louis_Tomlinson and other things...”
Why not make him sweat a little while we’re at it?
“@Louis_Tomlinson: @TeddyNichole don’t be mad at me. Love me.”
“@Louis_Tomlinson: @TeddyNichole and talk to me. The lady beside me won’t shut up.”
“Seriously?” I laughed turning around to look at him, just to see him smirking.
“Nope.” He smiled patting the seat beside him. “It’s empty.”
“Love you.” He sang wrapping an arm around me. “Don’t hate me, Bear.”
“I could never.” I sighed, turning around to sit correctly in my seat and laid my head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to go back to reality.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’s not, but it sucks on most days.”
“Just think of it this way, soon El and Lani will be in their own flat, so we’ll have time alone and won’t have to go to a different country to have sex.” He spoke quietly.
“That’s not why we left.” I crossed my arms and sat straight.
“I was trying to make you smile, and that was a fail.” He sighed laying his hand between my knees. “I know that’s not why we left. I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me by making me dinner when we get home.” I turned my head towards him and grinned. “If not, you can sleep on the couch.”
“Deal.” He smiled.
“Once we land, I’m going to look up the hardest recipe there is and make you make it.” I continued.
“That’s okay.” He nodded.
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You didn’t say it had to be good.”
“If you make me make something challenging, don’t suspect it to be delicious.”
“Only at cooking.” He grinned my favourite grin.
Even when you’re pretending to be mad at Louis, you can’t. It’s physically impossible. If anyone achieved that task… I envy you.
first and far most important
(for me at least)
see this sexy man?
his name is Kristopher Allen Letang
he plays defense for the Pittsburgh Penguins
he’s the reason why i’m obsessed with hockey, facial hair and long, sexy, beautiful hair on guys
in shorter terms, the rugged look
but the end of January/beginning of February, he had a stroke
it wasn’t/isn’t life or career threatening, but do a little prayer for him
my opinion, he’s our best d-man
(ignore his +/-, he's being injured a lot)
and if you ask my eight year old nephew, he’s my future baby daddy
so he needs to be on this earth
as well for his son and wife…
you all understand how infatuation goes…
so yeah, #PrayForLetang :D
okay story time!
after i updated my last chapter
and read your responses
it made me feel better about how i have this written
i even went to my very first comment
and read every single comment i’ve ever gotten from all of you, over again
and it, again, made me feel better
but then, right before i went to bed on the 7th
i saw i went down a sub
i wasn’t really fazed by it
that happens every now and then
but then i woke up about an hour later
checked to see if i had any comments/messages
and saw i lost two more
that made me feel like complete shit
and i feel like some of you are starting to hate this
so, here’s me pretty much crying to you all
i swear everything will turn out fine
what Louis is hiding, Teddy gets over it eventually, duh
i swear after Shay is about two or so months old, Eleanor is gone, not dead ‘gone,’ but gone
once she’s gone, some drama happens between Teddy and Louis, not relationship threatening
i swear the chapters dealing with their one year anniversary and after will make you all happy
(tehe ^ that’s Kris. he’s so cute)
if it doesn’t, then i honestly don’t know how to please you
i sound like a pathetic little girl writing this
but i’m not used to being so insecure with this story
also, i’ll be messing with their tour dates just a smidge that’s coming up
what i have planned/already written doesn’t fit their schedule
so i hope you can bear with me on that
and i’m not totally sure yet, but i may be skipping time
half because i’m afraid people will continue to unsubscribe
the other half… well because i want to get to the sequel
i’m excited for it :D
anyways, when people comment asking when i’m going to update or demand updates,
for the last time STOP
if you want the full story with how shitty my life is,
i’ll be happy to tell you
and show that i have other things to do other than sit down and write and update for all of you
i’m not saying this in a mean way, but seriously stop
i have a temper that can go off with just a poke and it won’t be pretty
and i really don’t want to blow up on all of you
i update when i can
and from now on, i'm done answering those kind of comments
i'll just ignore you/them
so until next time, whenever that’ll be,
and tell me what you think of this shitty chapter
and what do you think's gonna happen here in the upcoming chapters
(think to my little, pathetic outburst up there)
tell your friends while you at it
and comment a lot for me to write and breathe faster