Imagines

Rachel’s POV

“Harry, I’m at the airport. Where are you?” I asked into the phone. I was supposed to be travelling with my cousin and his band while they are on tour. It’s exciting, but not that exciting. I’ve never met his band, but I do have my doubts about them. I’ve seen tons of pictures and they all seem pretty nice. But I do not want to judge a book by it’s cover.

“I can’t come, but I’ve sent somebody to pick you up.” Harry told me. Knowing him, he might have sent anybody.

“Who’d you send?” I asked.

He sighed and said, “Louis. He texted me ten minutes ago saying he was at the airport. Just look for somebody who is probably grinning extra hard.”

I looked around the airport. There were people meeting up with their loved ones, people holding up signs, and a guy grinning. Must be Louis.

“Found him. See you in a bit.” I said, hanging up my phone. I smiled and walked over to the guy. He had pulled back brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. Better than my naturally curly hair and green eyes.

He looked down at me and blushed a little. “You must be Rachel.”

“You must be Louis. Nice to meet you.” I said, opening my arms for a hug.

Louis engulfed me in a hug, squeezing me tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe. “Louis, can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry.” He said, breaking the hug. He looked me in the eyes, then back down at the floor. He looked a bit awkward and embarrassed. I don’t make it any better because I just stand there, looking around the airport, avoiding looking at him.

There’s something about him that I am drawn to. I don’t know what it is. All I know is that I’m really tired and worn out from travelling. Why did they decide to let me go while they were in South America. I yawned and looked up at Louis.

“Are we going to leave?” I asked, sounding a bit more harsher than I wanted to.

“Oh, yeah. Come on.” He said, reaching his hand out for mine. I took it and we walked out of the airport. I already had my luggage and was pulling it behind us. “Harry told me a lot about you.”

“Harry talks about me?” I asked. “What does he say?”

Louis chuckled. “He says how wonderful of a cousin you are. He basically brags about having you as a cousin. Harry even mentioned that you are better than Gemma and that’s saying something.”

My mouth is too dry to respond to him. Harry talking about me and saying that I’m better than Gemma is something. When he’s around me, he brags about having Gemma as a sister. He never says how much he loves me or misses me when we talk on the phone.

I searched through my purse for the bottle of water I had stashed in here earlier. I found it, untwisted the cap, and drank it. I gulped it down until there was none left.

“Thirsty much?” Louis said.

I forgot that he was close to me and forgot where I was. I felt my face go red and smiled a little.

“I haven’t drunk anything for a couple of hours. I went to sleep before the plane landed.” I said. He laughed and shook his head.

“It’s Louis Tomlinson from One Direction!” Somebody screamed.

Louis mumbled a few curse words and grabbed my hand. We ran the rest of the way to his car before the fans and paparazzi could surround us. When we got to his car, he instructed for me to get in. He took my suitcase and put it in the trunk. I looked out the windows, which were slowly being surrounded by screaming girls. I pushed down the lock button in fear of being suffocated by these girls. A knock came from the driver’s window. I slowly turned my head and see Louis right there.

His face was calm. He moved his hand up to motion for me to unlock it. I did as told. He opened the door, got in and quickly closed the door.

“That was a close one.” He said.

“Yeah, it was.” I agreed. “I guess we can’t go anywhere.”

He nodded in agreement. “Don’t want to get in trouble with paparazzi if I do.”

Louis didn’t bother to start the car. We couldn’t go anywhere in the first place. I pulled out my phone and checked Instagram. I had got seventy likes on my selfie before I left and fifty more followers. I’m so freaking happy right now. I know that’s something stupid to be getting happy over, but it’s just when I was younger I wasn’t loved that much. It didn’t stop me from being myself, but it did hurt me. I was always looked at like an outcast and never a human. The only person who treated me with respect was Harry. It was then that I realized that he was going to make a great person when he’s older and treat people with respect. I turned my phone off and turned towards Louis.

“So what are we going to do now?” I asked.

Louis shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

I thought up of something pretty fast. “Let’s play twenty questions.”

“Alright. You first.” Louis answered.

“First question, are you single?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m single. Are you single?”

“Of course.” Hmmm… We’re both single. “Who do you find cute?”

He chuckled and looked at me. “Promise you won’t laugh or tell that person?”

“Promise.”

He sighed, “Rachel Burne.”

“Who is Rachel Bur.. Hey, you think I’m cute!” I yelled, but not too loud. Don’t want the outsiders to hear me. He blushed and nodded.

“Who would you date out of the band?” He asked. It was now that I realized how cute his accent was. It was light and had the perfect british accent. The way he looked at me made me feel insecure and safe. It was different around him.

“Louis Tomlinson.” I replied. He smirked at me and leaned in, carefully kissing my lips. I kissed back softly. I pulled back and smiled.

“Rachel, can I ask you something?” He asked.

I nodded. “Anything you want.” I pulled my knees up to my chest and looked at him. I was pretty comfortable the way I was sitting.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked.

I can’t believe it! Louis Tomlinson from One Direction just asked me out. It’s the best day of my life.

“Yes. I will be your girlfriend!” I said.

*Three Months Later*

The tour has been pretty great. We’re in America now. Louis and I are still together, just dating secretly. When we decided to tell Harry and the others, Harry told me he didn’t want me to date any of the guys, so we backed out of telling him. Now, it’s just Louis and I in the hotel. The others went out to get some food.

Louis laid next to me. I turned my head and that goofy grin is on his face again and he’s looking up at me. He always does this when it’s just me around. I smile and place my hand on his chest.

“You’re beautiful!” He said, making me blush. I buried my face in the pillow. I feel his big hands grab my waist and pull me on top of him. I am face to face with him now. “I love it when you blush!”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back automatically. My hands were on each side of his face while his was travelling up and down my back. I didn’t hear the door open.

“We’re back with food!” An irish voice shouted.

“Louis and Rachel, we have-” The voice stopped and I pulled away from Louis, looking up at Harry. He was looking directly at us, along with the other boys. “Why were you two kissing? Didn’t I tell you to stay away from them?”

I moved back a little, almost close to the edge of the bed. I didn’t like it when Harry yelled or got mad. There was always a vein that popped out of his forehead. Harry moved closer to me, but luckily I was rescued by arms.

“Mate, you aren’t going to touch her. I can explain.” Louis said, pulling me closer to him.

“Explain then. Explain why my cousin is on top of you like the little slut she is.” Harry said.

Tears started streaming down my face. That’s how he truly feels about me. I knew it couldn’t be true. Everybody hates me and always have.

“She’s not a slut. And she was on top of me because I pulled her on top of me. You can’t keep me away from somebody I love. I love her, Harry. I’m not going to do anything to hurt her.” Louis admitted. I looked at Louis shocked. We had never exchanged, I love you’s.

“How long have you loved her, Louis?” Liam asked. Harry started pacing back and forth.

“Ever since the first time I saw her. I knew she was the one. It sounds cheesy, but that’s the truth. Now, Harry, can you please find it in your heart to forgive us?” Louis asked.

Everybody turned their attention towards Harry. His face loosened up some. His lips grew wide and he patted Louis’s shoulder.

“I forgive the both of you.” Harry said. He turned to me. “I am very sorry for calling you a slut. Anger took over me and I couldn’t think about anything. I really am sorry.”

I got out of Louis’s grip and hugged Harry. “Thanks for being the only one from the family who cares about me. I can never be mad at you.”

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