Am I More Than Just Your Babysitter? (Louis Tomlinson)

"It's funny how you can go from guy to guy like that," Harry stated "breaking their hearts and going back again. No one likes a slut." That word replayed in my head. Slut. Slut. Slut.

"I, erm." I was speechless

"Save it bitch, I don't want your fucking pity, and I'm not gonna give a long ass speech on it either." He walks out of the house.

I slowly crawled off of Louis, standing there awkwardly and thought about before saying "I'm so sorry Louis. This is all my fault. You and Harry are best friends, and I don't want to be the problem between you two. I stated

"I know you start your tour soon and you leave in a couple days, but I just want you to forget about me, move on and enjoy your life. You don't need me, there are plenty of girls out there, you just have to find the right one, and I'm not that girl." I tear up, waiting for him to reply.

"I, I can't just forget you like that, Lilly. It's so much more." He obviously didn't listen to Harry

"Didn't you hear Harry? I'm a slut. I go from you to Harry, back to you. I broke your heart, twice."

"I don't think of you like that, nor will I ever. I know you want me to move on, and if that's what you really want, I will." He grabs my hands.

"I want you to move on, forget about me, go on tour with your four best friends, and be happy." I smile a bit

"Fine, but know that you will always be in my heart. One more?" He asks

"Yes." I lean in to kiss him. So this is it, our final kiss. I didn't want it to end, but I didn't want to ruin his career. Our lips moved in sync, for the last time.

"Goodbye Louis." I wave as he slowly makes his way to the door, clenching his jacket. As he opened the door, I saw a glimpse of the midnight black sky before his last words hit me.

"I love you." I saw the door close as I collapsed to the ground, my eyes burned, full of tears, I can't forget about you. I never will. I am so stupid. I'm a fucking whore, a slut, a fucking bitch. I cried into my pillow. No one understands, no one cares, no one loves him like I do, but then there's, Harry.

"What the fuck!" I screamed aloud, knowing no one will here me. I fucking hate me! I'm a tramp! "I'm so fucking sorry Louis, I'm so fucking sorry Harry!"

What the fuck has my life come to. I was a babysitter for five famous people, who I was in love with, now they are on tour! I'm a fucking wreck.

Notes

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