Coincidental Meeting (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Every morning I still got the same text messages.

Goodmorning beautiful. I miss you. I understand you need time but I hope you are okay.

I miss you Maria. Please will you tell me if I did something?

Goodnight. I miss you. Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just want to know if you are okay.

I couldn't tell Louis the part of my past that would drive him away, or could I? Would Louis be the exception? Would he not judge the ugly past I carried around with me? There was no way to tell but I knew what I had to do, I had to ignore him until he gave up.

I missed Louis, this is one thing I will not deny. I missed his smile, his touch, pretty much everything about him. I missed the way I felt around Louis. I missed being happy--I guess that is what I'm trying to say. Louis was the first person, aside from a few friends, to make me truly happy. I didn't want to hurt him though, the only downside to having emotions is you get attached. Sometimes I wish I could just turn them off and be heartless, but I knew it was impossible.

I picked up my phone and tried typing a text to Louis.
Hey.

No sounded stupid.

Louis, I need to talk to you.

No, that'll make him worried. I know if I got a text like that I would be worried until I got to talk to the person who sent it. "I need to talk to you" six words you never want to hear because from experience it's never good.

Louis, I'm sorry for being distance.

I quickly erased it and threw my phone on the bed. Why was this getting so hard? I knew I like Louis but we had barely known each other for more than a week. But, hey sometimes feelings grow strong when things are great. I didn't want to let myself believe that I could actually be feeling this way toward Louis. He was amazing but I couldn't let myself fall too hard or too fast until I knew exactly how he was feeling.

I just needed to call him. Maybe it would be easy just talking because once I say it I can't take back and I won't just erase it. I just needed to think. I needed to decide what would be good. I hadn't talked to Louis in three days. I could understand if he just quit talking to me. I had to sleep on it, worst part is I'd be up all night thinking about what to do.

**

I actually slept a little bit last night and under normal circumstances it would have been very refreshing but I kept waking up. I always got the nightmares when my dad called. They'd last a week or so until I convinced myself that everything would be okay. The dreams were always the same. Waking up screaming wasn't always my idea of an enjoyable night.

I got up and started looking for my phone. I knew I needed to tell Louis the truth. Either he would take it or leave it. I wanted him to take me for who I am but I couldn't be sure that he would. I had to mentally prepare myself for this.

After thirty minutes I finally found my phone. Two missed calls, one from my mom, oh well. The other was from Louis. I called my voicemail and listened to the message he had left.

Maria, I am worried about you. It's been three days....I mean I know we weren't together but I thought we were going somewhere. I really did. I just want to know that you are okay. If you tell me that I'll leave you alone, well if that is what you want. Just call me please.

I hung up the phone. Checked the time of the call. 11:47 P.M. I guess this is why he didn't send a goodnight text. He didn't send a goodmorning text either. Maybe he had already given up.

I held the phone tight and decided no more time could be wasted. I just had to tell Louis everything, no holding back. I could lose him forever or I could have him forever. Either way, it was his decision. I needed to find it out sooner rather than later.

I dialed Louis' number and I could feel my palms start to sweat. Ring. Ring. Ring. All I heard was ringing.

Oh well, I should have known this wasn't going to work out. I knew it was about to go to voicemail so right as I was about to hit end I heard, "Maria?" I couldn't tell if it was confusion or shock in his voice.

"Louis..." I trailed off and thought hard about what I could say.

"I'm so glad you called me," he whispered into the phone.

"Can you come over please? I need to talk to you about something," wait was that the right thing to say, probably not.

"I'm already here babe. Come to the door."