Louis Tomlinson
Year 2023, Month September
North Dakota
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Exhale… inhale… exhale… sweat flew off of my face as I let out harsh breaths, my knuckles bleeding and burning from the punching bag in front of me. I wasn’t wearing tape, or gloves, and I just got so mad at Ed that I needed to take my anger out on something. I don’t normally punch random bags in gyms for the hell of it, I just needed to let out some steam. Ed started talking about the way Zayn always talked about the way he was with Parson, and the way she always batted her eyes at him, and the way he touched her―exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.

I don’t give a fuck about Zayn, obviously because his cold body is somewhere. I know Harry had to have gotten rid of it, or he did some crazy fucking psycho shit with it because that’s just who he is… I bet he was happy he was dead… now all the matter I wonder if he was happy that Parson was shot. I wonder if he believes she is dead, and if he is either celebrating or crying like a little fucking puss. Well hell, who am I kidding? I caught myself crying over Parson a few times.

Once my hands were drenched in my own blood, I stopped punching the bag in front of me and collapsed onto the ground, leaning against the wall behind me. It’s been almost two weeks since Parson has been at Celia again, and I am going fucking miserable. She has to walk with crutches for at least a month because Celia doesn’t think she is capable of walking by herself, and Celia has too much to do to help her all of the time and I am running the mansion almost all of the time and it kills me because I want to be with Parson. I want to have her slim arm thrown clumsily over my shoulder as I held onto her, helping her walk around and to her room…

I am too in love with her.

I know I’ve only kissed her once, and I’ve known her for only three months… but almost a month I was away from her and had all of this time to decide what I wanted as I healed from my injury. I loved Parson. It wasn’t just some shitty infatuation that Harry and Zayn had with her, it was true; pure, and genuine. I mean it, I love Parson Upton… if only I had the iron balls to say that to her face.

Cold water poured over my bleeding knuckles and I didn’t even amount to the pain it was causing me. I was so used to the pain, so used to the excruciating heartbreak, every pain that exists in this hell of a universe, I have been accustomed to it. I mean, I’ve gotten over the fact that Parson completely ripped away my dignity the last time we were able to be with each other. I can’t just keep something like that over my head, it would make me the asshole. I don’t want to be the asshole. I want to be her hero. I want Zayn and Harry to be the bad guys. I’m not going to toss her around like I did, I’m going to give her everything she wants, and make her feel like the princess I want her to feel like. She’s mine, and I want her to feel that way.

I slowly walked up to the room Parson was staying in―I wanted to take my time. I didn’t know if Parson was awake or asleep, but I was going to tell her everything. Everything I have been through for her, everything I wish I had done with her when I had the chance… everything about how I feel… I am going to do it, no matter how fucking terrified I am.

“Louis?” Parson chirped as soon as I walked through the doors of the room she was in and I jumped, startled to see her so alert. She was wearing a long t-shirt, and she was sitting up in the bed on the end of the room. “Are you okay…? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, love,” I said to her and she smiled, patting the space beside her on the bed. I walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, taking her small hand in my own as her bright blue eyes made my breaths hitch. “I-I have to talk to about something.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling and rubbing the palm of my hand with her forefinger.

I began to say things that didn’t even have anything to with what I wanted to say, and she just smile and nodded at me, even though I could see right through her and could tell that she wasn’t following me at all. I am so in love with you… so I did it. I did what I wanted to do ever since I got her back. I pressed my hands to her cheeks and pressed my lips against her own. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to do it, but when she kissed me back, I couldn’t help myself. My hands went to her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck, groaning in pain from the injury she just had surgery on. When her back met the top of the bed we were laying on, I mentally told myself not to take this too far. I didn’t want her to hate me, I wanted her to love me.

She tangled her fingers through my hair and our hips met, making me rub my hands up her torso and earning another groan from her mouth. Although when I realized that my hands were taking her shirt off, I kissed her temple and planted another kiss on her mouth before I looked right into her eyes and said, “Parson, I love you.”



Her reaction was one that I will remember for the rest of my life.

Notes

IT'S BEEN 7 DAYS!!! UGHH. I AM SO BEHIND IN MY STORIES AND IT MAKES ME SO DAMNED MAD. UGHH. Short update, I know, but, the next one will be long I hope. The next few chapters will be in our dear Louis' POV. Sorry for the cliffhanger, it's a habit of mine to make them.

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"The only difference in doing something and not doing something is doing something."
Kal xx