"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be." ― John Lennon


Saying yes to a demanding friend to come to the Pride of Britain Awards was possibly the best thing I had ever done. It was the night I met Louis. I had to admit, I always had a soft spot for him ever since I fell for One Direction's music. He had that bad boy affect that I found very endearing, like there was something hidden behind those ridiculous faces he pulled in photos. Something mysterious yet beautiful. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who wondered what that "something" was.

If I could've chosen when to meet Louis, I wouldn't have chosen the time when my son wanted to go to the bathroom. Wasn't the best way to meet a crush of mine for the first time. But Louis was nothing but kind, just as I had expected. I had managed to remain calm when he stood in front of me, saying hello to my little 3-year-old boy, Jamie. Seeing him talk to my child melted my heart. It made me believe how much of a softie he was with his own son.

When I left Louis to take my son to the bathroom, I instantly wanted to turn around and talk to him more. But I couldn't because my boy needed my attention and Louis needed to walk further down the red carpet. Fortunately, Jamie didn't keep me in the bathroom for several minutes and before I knew it, he was done. As I pulled his pants up, his large eyes looked at me.

"Mummy?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"How much do you like Louis?"

His question was definitely a question I had not expected, especially from him. Even at just 3 years old, he was so intrigued about everything around him. He knew that I loved One Direction because I played their songs every now and then in the car when I dropped him off at nursery in the morning. I fixed his hair and adjusted his jumper before I responded.

"I like him a lot. Why?"

"You smiled at him like you used to smile at Daddy."

My breath got caught in my throat but I still opened my mouth to speak however, my son cut me off.

"Do you love Louis more than you love Daddy?"

It was difficult to explain things like this to a toddler. Jamie didn't understand why his father and I weren't in love anymore. I did love his father in some way because he was the father of Jamie. He was the father of my baby girl as well. He would always remain important to me but Jamie wondered why his father wasn't in the house with us every day. I sighed and kissed my little boy's forehead.

"I will always love your Daddy, darling. But sometimes, Mummies and Daddies have to go their separate ways for the sake of their children. And to answer your question, no. No, I don't love Louis more than I love your Daddy."

My voice got a bit clogged up but I swallowed it away, clearing my throat. Jamie nodded in understanding and I picked him, hooking my left arm underneath his thighs. He was growing bigger all the time now and it made me smile how well he was growing up, full of spirit and love. I would die for Jamie. I would die for my little girl. My kids meant everything to me. I wouldn't trade them for anything or anyone. They were my reason to be.

I walked out of the bathroom and was met with the security guard that had escorted me here. Just as we were about to go back out, Louis came striding towards us, his hands clasped behind his back. I almost stopped breathing at the sight of him in his pristine suit and quaffed hair. He looked better than me. That should be illegal actually. I thought to myself.

"Ah, Mr. Tomlinson, what can I do for y-" The security guard never got the chance to finish talking because Louis interrupted him.

"I can take Chelsea and Jamie back to the awards."

"I'm afraid you can't do that, sir."

"And why not? I am a guest here too." Louis narrowed his eyes, confused as to why the security guard wouldn't grant him the permission to look after me. In the end, I said that it was OK and told Louis that I would see him later tonight maybe. He looked defeated and nodded his head. He stepped up to me and pressed his lips to my cheek, placing his hand in my free one. I felt him put something in my hand as he whispered "We will see each other again." He pulled back, shot a glare at the security and left us alone.

"Mummy, why was Louis angry?" My son asked as we walked behind the security guard.

"Because he didn't get what he wanted."

"Why?"

"Because we don't always get what we want, darling." I said, kissing his temple. My fingers clutched the object that Louis had given me. I took the opportunity to take a peek at it. It was a small piece of paper, folded small very neatly. I couldn't open it right now because Jaime was in my hold. Later, Chelsea. Later.


It wasn't until the awards started that I could finally open the folded piece of paper. With my son being dotted on by my friend, the one that had invited me tonight, I read the words on the paper, my eyes widening at the context.

Chelsea,

I would love it if you joined me for a spot of coffee tomorrow morning. I know I'm being forward about this but I would love to get to know you. I've written my phone number below so you can text me your answer. I hope you say yes.

Louis x

P.S. I think your son's adorableness rivals my son's. And that's saying something.

I chuckled at his P.S. and folded his note back up. I knew how cute Freddie was, having seen pictures of him on Louis's Instagram. And there was no denying that my son was a little teddy bear with chubby cheeks and a smile that could make anyone's heart melt.

I took my phone out of my purse and opened a new message, typing Louis's number in. Just as I was about to compose a text, I stopped myself. Wait...he has a girlfriend! What's he playing at? Louis was taken. He was Danielle's. If I was her, I wouldn't be happy about my boyfriend having coffee with another woman. A woman that I didn't know. And I had Jamie to look after. Should I meet him tomorrow? I sucked on my bottom lip, pondering about my decision. Surely if I went and had coffee with him, the media would pick up on it. I could see the headlines already. 'LOUIS TOMLINSON CHEATING ON GIRFRIEND?', 'LOUIS'S MYSTERY DATE', 'WHO IS THE GIRL THAT'S STOLEN LOUIS'S HEART?' They flashed before my eyes, clear and big. I didn't want that to happen, to either me or Louis. He already had enough on his plate with Briana and the custody battle as well as fighting rumours that he and Danielle weren't a real couple. I couldn't jeopardise what I was going to throw myself into. But I imagined Louis's disappointment if I said no. His blue eyes sad and his face sulky, muttering an "OK". There was no way that I wanted to see him like that so I took a leap of faith and texted him.

Louis, it's Chelsea. It would be a privilege to have coffee with you tomorrow :) x

He replied quicker than I thought. Within five minutes.

Brilliant. I'll text you the details after the awards x

I smiled at his message and looked up to the stage where one of the presenters was talking. I pulled my son back into my lap, keeping a firm hold on him. I thought of what tomorrow would bring. Would it be a one time thing or the start of something special? I just had to wait and see.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed this, my lovely Chelsea! Thought I'd do a continuation of the other thing I sent you a while ago :) I tend to leave these one shots open-ended so you readers can imagine what could happen next. Keep those requests coming! I'm loving writing these one shots for you guys!

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