Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)
Two More Sleeps
You’d never know that Louis is planning to get married by the way he’s been acting all day. Ever since he and Zayn returned from taking the girls to the airport this morning, he’s been moping around like someone took his puppy from him. Strike that, he’s more like a fatally wounded love sick puppy and it’s creeping me out. This is not the Louis Tomlinson I’ve know the past four years.
We’ve all tried to distract him – his mum, sisters, the lads, even Alfonso – but he just nods or grunts and continues to mope. Two hours ago, Louis announced he was going to take a nap and no one has seen him since. I stopped by his room and he wasn’t there. So, now I’m looking for him to see if I can pull him out of his funk. I’m dumbstruck over his behavior, plain and simple.
As I’m walking down the main hallway on the first floor, I hear someone hitting piano keys. Figuring it might be Louis, since everyone else is accounted for, I follow the sound to the music room to see that I’m correct in my assessment. A pathetic scene is laid out before me. Louis is slumped at the piano just staring out the window and mindlessly tapping out keys to the song Loren sang the other night for his sisters.
“Didn’t take you for a Disney fan mate. I thought Liam had the lock on that,” I say in hopes of pulling him back to planet earth. He doesn’t respond to me. I walk over to the piano and slide into the bench next to him.
“Hey Lou, talk to me. What’s going on with you? You’ve been a wreck since you came back from the airport. Did you and Loren fight?”
“No, I just miss her,” he says with a sigh.
“Lou, man. You are acting like a pathetic love struck puppy. Snap out of it,” I urge.
“I can’t Harry. I love her and I want to be with her,” he looks at me and his anger is unmistakable.
“I wish I could say I understand, but I’m having trouble accepting this. I was there when you two almost killed each other with your verbal sparring a few nights ago and now you love each other so much you can’t handle two nights away from a girl you didn’t know a week ago?” Honestly, I don’t understand how these two got to this point so quickly.
“Harry, some things cannot be explained. You just know. I know I love Loren and I want her with me. She’s probably not affected at all and having a great time with Perrie while all I can think about is her.” He slumps again and I rub my hand on his back to comfort him.
“Okay, let’s say I understand this. Lou, haven’t you stopped to think what it will be like when we’re touring? There are times you two are going to be separated. Are you going to go into a catatonic state every time?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Well, can you tell me what it is like because we’ve all been worried about you today? The guys are catching on that something isn’t right because if you were with Loren the past six months why didn’t we ever notice you acting like this whenever you supposedly left her.”
“To be honest, I don’t really care what anyone thinks. No one knows what I’m going through.” Oh, he is so exasperating!
“Lou, again she’ll be back in a few days. You act like she’s left you forever.”
“She has Harry! That’s what none of you get! The girl who is coming back to me won’t be the same one who left today. She’ll be gone forever!” He holds his head in his hands and looks completely despondent now, but at least I’m getting somewhere with him.
“That’s what this is all about? You don’t want her to have the makeover?” Okay, I love Loren for the person she is but even I know the makeover is necessary for her to survive in our world.
“Yes. I want the girl who only I know how beautiful she is when it’s just the two of us. This new Loren will be a knock out, I know it, and everyone will see how lovely she is and try to take her away from me. Worse. She’ll know she can do better than me and leave me.”
“Lou, considering the terms of you two being together, she will not be leaving you even if she wanted to leave.”
“You still don’t get it. I want her to love me and be with me because she wants to, not because she has to be stuck with me.” When he looks up at me, he has tears in his eyes.
“Who are you and what have you done with Louis Tomlinson? I swear, in this moment, I don’t recognize you. Since when are you insecure? That’s usually my thing.”
“Maybe I should text her so she knows I’m thinking of her? Maybe she’ll forget this nonsense and come home.”
“Lou, you sound pathetic. Do you think she’s going to forget you? She went on this trip for you idiot.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of Harry. I know I was awful to her when we first met saying all those ugly things, but I really love her. I can’t explain it, but it just happened and I don’t want her to change. My biggest fear is she is changing because she thinks she has to do it; I want her just the way she is. Maybe I should fly to Paris and stop her.”
“Get a grip mate!” He has really lost his little mind.
“I’m trying! Stop yelling at me Harold!” Again, he buries his face in his hands. I’m at a loss. This metamorphosis I’ve seen Louis undergo these last few days has left my head spinning. If I ever thought he was being insincere with Loren or using her in any way, I take it back now.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Lou. I didn’t realize how bad you have it for her.”
“Now you know,” he mumbles into his hands. I place my hand on his back and give him a reassuring pat.
“Lou, there has to be something that’s made you so insecure. Talk to me mate.” I want to help him. I know there is something more at the heart of what is bothering him.
“Well, she told me she loved me. I’m an idiot. I practically pleaded with her to love me last night. When we were picking out rings the other day, there were a couple times a look crossed her face and I couldn’t read her emotion. I’m not sure if she was questioning us, choking at the thought of being with me, or what was going on with her.”
“Did you ask her if anything was wrong?”
“No. I don’t know if I didn’t want to hear the answer or if I thought I could put it out of my mind. I actually did forget about it, but now she’s gone and it’s bugging me. What if she told me she loved me because she felt sorry for me or didn’t want to hurt my feelings by saying no? Maybe I’ve pushed her too far sexually and confused her.” Again, his head is in his hands.
“Tell me you have NOT had sex with her! So help me I’ll-“
“No Harold! Of course not! She’s not ready for that and she’s going to be my wife. As old fashioned as it sounds, I want to wait until our wedding night. With Loren, I want it to be special and not just sex.”
“Lou, I’m speechless. I do not want to know what is, or is not, going on between you two in the bedroom. All I can say is you two have a lot to learn about each other. You need to talk so you don’t misinterpret anything. The way you two look at each other, I don’t doubt she meant what she said to you even if I can’t wrap my head around it.”
“Really? This coming from the guy whose longest relationship was two weeks.” He gives me a playful punch in the arm and I’m encouraged that Louis might be coming back to planet Earth.
“Let’s not borrow trouble Lou. When you talk with her tonight, just straighten it out. I’d tell you to wait until she comes back but you might be suicidal by then.” I know I’m a bad friend having a laugh at his expense.
“I’m not THAT bad.” He pops his head up with wide eyes staring at me.
“Yes mate, you are. Trust me.” I punch him back in the arm.
“Thanks for the talk. I’m starting to feel better Harry.” He gives me a small smile.
“Any time. I know you’d do the same for me.”
“I would. Can I ask you something?” I nod in response. “Would you consider being my best man?” Louis looks hopeful.
“I’d be honored and proper pissed if you asked anyone else since I have been here since the beginning of this matchmaking.” A huge smile graces Louis’ face, something that’s been missing all day. He gives me a hug and I’m happy I could be here for him.
“Maybe while Loren is gone you could help me start planning the engagement party? I want to do something really special for her.”
“Of course. Why don’t we start now? It will get your mind off things until you talk to Loren.”
“Thanks mate. Let’s get to it. We need to talk to Simon.” Louis perks up.
“Since when is Simon a wedding planner?” I inquire.
“He’s not idiot. He requires the engagement party to be a showy media circus.”
“Lou, you can’t do that to Loren!”
“Relax. It’s just the engagement party and to appease Simon and the rest of management. It’s my penance for creating a media nightmare for them. Loren was fine with it because they agreed to the actual wedding being a private affair.”
“She must love you Lou to put herself through this.” His smile gets bigger at my words.
“Then, we have to make this extra special for her. Can you ring Simon? I want to keep my phone clear in case Loren calls or texts.”
“Lou, hate to say it mate but you sound like a total girl.”
“Shut up and dial Harold.” He glares at me.
We spend the next two hours talking with Simon and running details by Alfonso and Jay. All I know is I am impressed with Louis’ attention to detail. Every thought he had and decision he made was all about what he thought would make Loren happy. Even Louis got a bit of surprise at one of the details.
Something tells me that Loren isn’t the only one undergoing a major change today.
I thought waiting in line all day for my X-Factor audition was the longest day of my life. Scratch that thought. Today has been the longest day of my life. Loren left maybe 10 hours ago and it feels like it’s been a month. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but you get the point. It feels like she’s been gone a long damn time and I miss her.
I know Perrie said they were going to be very busy, but I thought Loren would at least take five seconds out to text me that she got there okay. If I’m being honest, I was hoping she’d text me or call me to tell me that she missed me and loved me. Maybe Harry is right; I am acting like a pathetic little girl today.
Harry was actually my savior today. He pulled me out from the hole I was digging myself into. I’m so happy he agreed to be my best man and he was so helpful with a lot of the engagement party planning. I hope Loren loves all the details and surprises we planned.
Even though the party is going to be huge to make management happy, the evening still is all about Loren and I – in particular, my introducing the world to my fiancé. I’m excited and scared to death at the same time. Not that I care what anyone has to say – when have I ever, but I just don’t want Loren to be upset by anyone. Let’s face it, the media and the fans can be brutal at times and my job is to protect Loren from it all.
Fonzi was good enough to take pity on me and give me Loren’s cell number. He gave me that knowing look like he had a crystal ball and just knew I was going to fall for his daughter. I don’t know whether to be mad at him or give him my eternal thanks. Thankfully, he covered for me when Mum looked at me like I was crazy when I asked for Loren’s number. He told Mum he just upgraded her phone yesterday and put her on a new private number so no one could track her phone. Good cover because she bought it. I really need to be more careful about not slipping up.
It’s exactly 9:00 pm and I’ve decided I can’t wait one more minute to contact Loren. I don’t care if Harry says I’m pathetic, I’m contacting her. Staring at my phone for a good five minutes, I try to decide should I text her or call her. If I call her, and she’s too busy to talk, I know I’m going to mope and Harry is going to yell at me. If I text her, I’ll be able to tell when she reads my message. But what if she reads it and doesn’t respond? Either way, it’s not going to go well for me. After staring at the phone for a few more minutes, and realizing it was not going to make the decision for me, I decide to text her.
Now let’s introduce a whole new set of my insecurities. What do I text? Hi love? How are you doing? That sounds stupid. She must not want to hear from me. Maybe she doesn’t miss me at all. Jesus, Harry is right. I do sound like a girl. Grow some Tommo and text her already. Okay, I can do this.
Louis: Hi baby. I miss you ;) xo Lou.
Great. Now I sit here and stare, waiting for her to respond – hopefully respond that is.
A few minutes later, I see the status change from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’. Yes, I am sitting here just watching the screen. My heart races when I see the little bubble appear on the screen – she’s responding.
Loren: Hi Lou. Dad give you my number? Miss you too. Love you. xo Lor.
Is it sad that I can’t stop smiling as I read her text? Fuck it. I don’t care because I’m that happy.
Louis: Yes he did. Are you having fun with Perrie?
Loren: If you call Chinese water torture fun, I’m having a blast.
I really miss her sense of humor.
Louis: Feel free to come back to me anytime and leave her.
Loren: Oh, so I should forget about this lingerie fitting right now? ;)
Louis: Don’t tease
Loren: I’m not. I’m in my knickers – if that’s what you even call them
Louis: Send me a pic. I don’t believe you.
Louis: Baby, please?
Now I’m worried I’ve upset her because she hasn’t responded for about 10 minutes. I’m just about to call her to apologize when I see the bubbles pop up again.
Loren: Can’t decide if I like this set. What do you think?
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is stare at the picture on my screen. Loren sent me a selfie, but this isn’t just ANY selfie. It could only be better if her face is in the pic, but she denied me seeing her. That’s okay, her entire body is on display – and there is no mistaking it is her body. I thought naked Loren was sexy, but seeing her in skimpy lingerie has an even more immediate effect on my body. She’s clad in little black lace panties and a corset with her beautiful breasts pushed up so high they are spilling out of the demi cups. This has one of Perrie’s stunts written all over it.
Louis: Are you trying to kill me?
Loren: Depends. Life insurance paid up and in my name yet?
Louis: Cute baby. Tell Perrie not funny.
Loren: Oh you don’t like it? I’ll tell them no.
Louis: No, I don’t like it.
Louis: Nope. Love it. Bring it back so I can enjoy taking it off your body ;)
Louis: Says the girl sending me naughty pictures!
Loren: Love you!
Louis: Can we talk? I miss your voice.
Loren: Give me 5 minutes.
Louis: Okay baby.
So, I sit and stare at the picture of Loren on my phone and save it to my camera roll. How much can a person change in one day? This morning, she yelled at me for taking a picture of her and she was more covered up than this. Now, she sends me skimpy lingerie pictures. Life will never be boring with her. As I contemplate our future, my phone rings. I look and see ‘Future Mrs. Tommo’ flash on the screen.
“Hi baby,” I smile into the phone knowing I’m about to hear her voice.
“You sound tired. Are you okay?”
“Yes. It’s been a very long day. The first eight hours of the day were pure makeover torture.”
“What in God’s name did they do to you for eight hours?!”
“Please don’t make me relive the horror,” she laughs and I’m relieved to hear the humor in her voice.
“Was it that bad? Is that why your face isn’t in the picture you sent?”
“No Lou. You don’t get to see my new look until I get back.”
“You are mean. And rude,” I pout even though she can’t see me.
“Yes. Sending me dirty pictures to tease me, but you won’t let me see your lovely face.”
“I couldn’t decide if I should get that set. I just wanted your opinion,” she says trying to sound innocent. I can just imagine the expression on her face.
“Stop playing innocent with me you vixen. What else did you do?”
“Nothing. I spent all those hours with at least six technicians. We had room service and the only designer appointment tonight was Agent Provocateur. Perrie said we needed the hair and face makeover and then lingerie before we could start getting to everything else tomorrow.”
“Clothes, outerwear, shoes, jewelry, accessories, and so on.” She’s cute as she sounds bored with the idea of it all.
“Can’t you do it all tomorrow and come back to me sooner?”
“I wish, but no. Perrie showed me the schedule. The second day is all in Milan for shoes and bags.”
“Do you miss me?”
“Like crazy Lou.”
“I could fly and meet you by morning?”
“No. Perrie would kill you and so would I. I want to surprise you with my new look.”
“Fine. Then, I won’t tell you about the plans we made for the engagement party,” I sass.
“Good thing I love surprises. Can I at least know when it is?”
“Yes. Two weeks from Saturday. Make sure you get a flashy dress for the media circus,” I joke.
“Lou, it’s going to be more like choosing which one. Perrie has outlined how many of each item I need and she has two dozen short party dresses for just this season alone marked. I hope we have a warehouse in Doncaster because a closet won’t cut it.”
“Don’t worry m’lady. Your closet will be sufficient.”
“You’re too good to me,” she coos and I swear I melt. God, I am acting like a girl again.
“I’d be real good to you baby if you were here with me,” I say regaining my manhood.
“Very. Have I told you I love you?”
“Not enough today. Love you too Lou. Two more sleeps and we’ll be together.”
“Two more sleeps? That’s cute love.”
“My mom used to say that when I was excited about an event that would be days away.” I smile thinking how adorable she is saying that.
“Are you done for the night?”
“No. They are packing up all the sets we chose. I’m waiting for them to bring up the next rack. Honestly, I’m terrified of what is coming next. Perrie says this is the really good stuff.”
“Perrie is a dirty bird. Send me more pictures.”
“No. Can’t have you all excited when you are by yourself,” she laughs.
“True. I miss you. I miss your laugh. I miss kissing you. I just miss being with you Lor.”
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.” She suddenly got very quiet.
“Lor, you okay?” She takes a while to answer me.
“Yes. Just feeling lucky that you love me.”
“I’m the lucky one.”
“If you say so,” she giggles. I hear a commotion in the background.
“Lou, they are back with the second rack. I have to go play dress up again. Perrie says I need to get my arse off the phone.”
“Tell Perrie I hate her.” I hear Loren yell to Perrie and her response back is surprisingly vulgar.
“I hate to hang up, but the sooner I get done, the sooner we move onto the next designer in the morning.”
“It’s okay love. Will you call me if you get a break? I’m just going to be working on party details.”
“Lou, you sound like you are the bride,” she’s laughs. Great. “Why don’t you use the recording studio or take the boat out? Go have some fun. One of us should.”
“Maybe. I want to get my part done before you come home because once you are back with me the only thing I am doing is you.”
“Louis!!!! You are so bad!”
“Why does that still surprise you baby? But seriously Lor, I want you to know I don’t want you doing all of this for me. I want you the way you are. So, if anything you are doing there doesn’t make you happy, please don’t do it.” I feel so much better now that I’ve said it to her.
“Lou, I love you even more for saying that. I’m doing this for you and me. Don’t mind me fussing about what’s going on here. I am enjoying this; it’s just a little overwhelming. Like you,” she laughs at my expense but I join in because I’m so happy with what she’s telling me.
“You are amazing baby.” It’s true, she is brilliant, funny, lovely, and definitely a match for me and my sassiness.
“As are you. Okay, I really have to go. Perrie is yelling again. I love you!” I smile as she makes a kissing noise into the phone.
“Love you Lor. Make sure you get some rest. You’re gonna need it when you get back here.”
I quickly hang up knowing I’ve left her with a shocked look on her face and getting the last word in. My mood completely uplifted hearing her voice and knowing she loves and misses me as I do her. So, I’m off to sleep so that when I wake up tomorrow, I only have one more sleep until Loren comes home.
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