End Of The Day

(Lea)
I’m driving, trying to think of where I can go. No where public, I’ll probably get recognized. That sounds so weird... I head out to the beach.

(Louis)
“Preston, we have to find her. I need to know she’s alright. She turned her phone off.”
“I know, Louis, but there are a million places she could be. I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ll be able to find her till she wants to be found.”
“I love this girl, and it’s my fault this is happening to her. I just want to hold her and make things right.”

(Lea)
I finally find a beach that is practically deserted. Leaving my shoes and my phone in the car, I walk towards the shore. As I stand there, looking out at the horizon, the warm water washes over my feet. I know this isn’t Louis’ fault, and I don’t mean to worry him. Damn Monica, just when my career was going somewhere. Maybe I should just look for a job elsewhere. Will anyone take me serious now, or will I just be Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend? Will I be looked at as a professional interviewer, or just as the girl who stuck her tongue down Louis’ throat?
Sitting down in the sand, I watch the waves come in, and I breathe slowly. Logic finally makes an appearance in my brain. This incident is neither Louis’ nor my fault. I will take these two weeks to polish up my resume, and enjoy spending time with Louis. I’ll take life one day at a time.
Back at my car, I turn on my phone. It practically explodes with messages. They all have the same theme, Louis is worried. I send him a text. “I’m fine. Heading home now. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. Just needed some time alone.”
Louis’ reply. “Thank God. I love you.”
“I love you too.”

Louis is waiting for me as I pull up. He opens the car door for me, taking my hand to help me out. I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. This isn’t your fault.”
Louis wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Lea. I was so worried, Love. Do you want me to call your boss?”
“No, it won’t help.”
“Let’s go inside.”

Louis and I cuddle on the couch, his arm securely around me.
“I’ve decided that I’m going to send my resume out to some other shows, and I‘m going to enjoy spending time with you.”
“Lea, please promise me that in the future, if you need time or you’re upset, just tell me. Oh and keep your phone on, please.”
I smile. “I promise.”
“”Love, it was killing me not knowing if you were safe.”
“I am sorry, Louis.” Then I smirk, putting my hand on his thigh. “Maybe I can make it up to you?”
Louis grins. “What did you have in mind, Darling?”
I stand, holding out my hand. “Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you? I think you and I need some true privacy, away from the world.”
Louis takes my hand, getting up from the couch. “I couldn’t agree more, Love.”

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