World Tour
First Date
***Louis Tomlinson***
Monday, July 30th, 2012 – North London, England
I hit it off with Abby better than I expected to. To be honest, I didn’t want to – I had hoped we wouldn’t get along and the managers would see that and cut our relationship short. But she was cool, and we got along well. We met for dinner on Monday night for our first “real” date, making sure we went somewhere busy so the paparazzi was sure to spot us. They did, and Abby and I chatted all through the meal, talking like we’d known each other for a long time, which would make it easier to make people believe we had met back in February. Wanting her and Harry to get to know each other, I invited her back to the house after dinner, and she agreed. We got home, and Harry was sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie, looking extremely bored. He and I had barely left each other’s sides since we made up, so I could understand.
“Mind if we join?” I asked Harry, who sat up, glad to have company. I sat down between him and Abby, and it was a weird feeling – I wanted to cuddle with Harry, but I didn’t want to make Abby feel uncomfortable, so I just kept my hands to myself – something I had never been good at. I knew Harry would notice and ask me about it later, and I made a mental note to talk to Abby the next day and see how she felt about Harry and I touching around her. For now, I’d just try and make her happy, knowing Harry would understand.
It was late when Abby finally left, and when I got back in the house from walking her to her car, Harry was asleep on the couch. I knelt down on the floor in front of him and kissed his nose. He stirred, and his eyes opened.
“Come on, Love,” I whispered. “Let’s go to bed.” He nodded, and I helped him to his feet then we climbed up the stairs to my room. We laid down in my bed and I wrapped my arms around him.
“You sure Abby would approve of you touching me?” he said out of nowhere – I had thought he was still half asleep. “Sorry,” he sighed, immediately regretting what he’d said. I pulled my head back and looked at him, concerned.
“Harry,” I said, brushing his hair from his forehead, “I’m just not sure how she would feel with us touching – it makes some people uncomfortable. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow, okay?” Harry just nodded, but he was clearly upset. “Hey,” I said, firmly. “She means nothing to me.”
“I know,” Harry spoke after a moment. “I know, I’m sorry, I suck.”
“No, you don’t, Love, not at all,” I said. “It’s going to take some getting used to, for all three of us. But, Harry, you’re my one and only, okay? Always.” That seemed to make Harry feel better, and he quickly fell back asleep. I laid awake for awhile, worrying.
Monday, July 30th, 2012 – North London, England
I hit it off with Abby better than I expected to. To be honest, I didn’t want to – I had hoped we wouldn’t get along and the managers would see that and cut our relationship short. But she was cool, and we got along well. We met for dinner on Monday night for our first “real” date, making sure we went somewhere busy so the paparazzi was sure to spot us. They did, and Abby and I chatted all through the meal, talking like we’d known each other for a long time, which would make it easier to make people believe we had met back in February. Wanting her and Harry to get to know each other, I invited her back to the house after dinner, and she agreed. We got home, and Harry was sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie, looking extremely bored. He and I had barely left each other’s sides since we made up, so I could understand.
“Mind if we join?” I asked Harry, who sat up, glad to have company. I sat down between him and Abby, and it was a weird feeling – I wanted to cuddle with Harry, but I didn’t want to make Abby feel uncomfortable, so I just kept my hands to myself – something I had never been good at. I knew Harry would notice and ask me about it later, and I made a mental note to talk to Abby the next day and see how she felt about Harry and I touching around her. For now, I’d just try and make her happy, knowing Harry would understand.
It was late when Abby finally left, and when I got back in the house from walking her to her car, Harry was asleep on the couch. I knelt down on the floor in front of him and kissed his nose. He stirred, and his eyes opened.
“Come on, Love,” I whispered. “Let’s go to bed.” He nodded, and I helped him to his feet then we climbed up the stairs to my room. We laid down in my bed and I wrapped my arms around him.
“You sure Abby would approve of you touching me?” he said out of nowhere – I had thought he was still half asleep. “Sorry,” he sighed, immediately regretting what he’d said. I pulled my head back and looked at him, concerned.
“Harry,” I said, brushing his hair from his forehead, “I’m just not sure how she would feel with us touching – it makes some people uncomfortable. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow, okay?” Harry just nodded, but he was clearly upset. “Hey,” I said, firmly. “She means nothing to me.”
“I know,” Harry spoke after a moment. “I know, I’m sorry, I suck.”
“No, you don’t, Love, not at all,” I said. “It’s going to take some getting used to, for all three of us. But, Harry, you’re my one and only, okay? Always.” That seemed to make Harry feel better, and he quickly fell back asleep. I laid awake for awhile, worrying.
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
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