Our Story
White Lights
I was thinking about that line. I don't need a guy.
That's good right? She isn't the type that likes drama. That's all I could ask for in a girl. No drama. But that was the problem. She didn't want me, like I wanted her. She didn't want anyone. Well except for that Josh dude. His real name isn't josh, but that doesn't change the fact that she likes him, not me.
Lacy isn't just anyone. It's our code word for her. But she doesn't know that.
And she never will.
"Well, I guess we should look for the others now!" I said, getting out of my stupor.
"Is that a note I see, on the table top?'' she says, her voice dripping with sarcastic surprise.
"Yeah it is." I said, reaching over to get it, making sure I didn't crush her head.
AJ's POV
He reached over, gently, making sure I was not crushed. I was squeezed against his lap and stomach. He go the note, and read it aloud while playing with my hair.
I played with his other hand's fingers while he read.
"It says, 'Went out. Took Niall for food and Zayn for Harry's date preparation. Do what you want, probably won't come back till mid-day.' Huh. They left us, bastards.'' Lou said, rolling his eyes in a sassy way.
I laughed. He smiled down at me. This was a really good view. "Why don't we play our game again. Confession, is a good name for that!" I said.
"Okay. I'll let you go first. Ask away."
"Okay, ummm..... What is your best game?"
"Football."
"Ahem, you're in the US now. The correct term is soccer. And that happens to be my game too." I say.
"Oh really?!"
"Why yes! Wanna play a little one on one to prove it?"
"Game on!"
We got up. He changed outta pj's and I found proper ball. I kept on my pj's because they were not bad to play with.
"Pass me the ball!" Louis shouted.
"Catch me first!" I yelled while I grabbed the ball and ran out the door.
I got to the backyard when a pair of arms got me from behind. Louis picked me up easily, by the waist, ball long forgotten.
"Gotcha." he whispered up my neck, seductively.
Damn it, what is this boy doing to me? Oh, he's taking me down, that's what.
"What's my prize?" he said, still holding me above the ground, to his chest.
What did he say again? Oh. Prize, got it. He was just teasing me, acting all seductive on purpose, sarcastically. Well, I'll play along too.
"Your prize, my dear, is that you get to start." I said, handing him the ball.
He smirked and let me down.
"Well play, grasshopper. But lets see if you're as good as you say you are!" he said.
The goals were set up, ready to play. All we had to do was play.
He started from the far side. He started out slow, trying to analyze and find my weaknesses.
Then he struck like a cobra. Man I have never seen such a fast guy.
Defense wasn't gonna work. Lets fight fire with fire.
I advanced, quicker than he'd suspect. He was surprised at my forwardness, and speed. Who wouldn't be? Just kidding! I took this moment to kick the ball between his legs. I ran around him, catching up with the ball. By the time he recovered I was about a yard away from the goal. So close.
The ball struck the net, at same second that I fell. 'Someone', accidentally kicked my feet out from underneath me. I ended up on a warm chest.
"Sorry. I slipped?" said a voice from beneath me.
"It's fine. I am only happy, and nothing can make me feel different, because I just kicked your ass!" I said laughing.
He rolled his eyes and smirked before getting up, and helping me up.
"Best two of three?" he asked.
"You're on!"
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It's been two hours, and we've been playing continuously. It was always tied. We took breaks in the middle, but we played for so long. After he made one last goal, he and I collapsed over each other.
Breathing hard, we stared at the sky, which was a beautifully rich blue.
"I've never played with someone who could beat me before." Louis said.
His head was on my stomach, my fingers tangled in his hair.
"Au contraire, mon ami I didn't win, technically we tied." I said, breathing hard.
"Whatever. I've never seen a girl who could get a point, much less tie with me! You're something different, you know?" he said, looking up at me. His hand found it's way to mine somehow, and now our intertwined hands lay on his chest, which was filling with air and releasing air.
"Is that bad?" I asked.
"No, not at all. It's better than I would've ever thought." he said. I felt eyes on me.
I closed my eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. He doesn't like me like that, or does he?
I mean, we're best friends, so we'd obviously be more closer than normal friends. But other guys, who are my best friends don't act as close as we do. But, it's probably my imagination.
"Do you have a twitter?" he asked me outta nowhere.
"No. I used to, but that was before I ran away with mom. I don't use it anymore, cause Leo might find me. I don't want him to."
"Well, I think you can stop worrying about that. Because you are safe now." he said. "What's your name?" I hesitated before answering, "@AJ'sHome. Why?"
"There, now I am following you! On my Louis Tomlinson one, and Louis Williams!"
"What the hell?! Why'd you do that? He's gonna come after me now!" I said, getting up. I was past mad, I was furiously scared.
"Hey, what's wrong? It's gonna be alright! Why are you crying, love?" he asked, catching one of my tears, which was slowly dropping.
"Don't you understand?! It doesn't matter how safe I am. He'll find me. I don't want him to find you all too!" I said.
"You're overreacting. I am not gonna let him hurt you, or Harry, or the lads or girls! Or Paul, even, if that'll make you feel better!" he said, taking a step closer, brushing his hand against my cheek.
I stepped back, and said--before running into the house--"What about you?!"
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It's been three hours. I got so mad, cause he didn't believe me. I locked myself in the closet for one hour. Then I came out, giving him the cold shoulder. An hour ago, everyone came back. Harry and Ashley just left on their date. Everyone was worried, since I wasn't talking to Louis. I know I shouldn't lock him out, since he already knew everything, but it was a habit.
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Louis's POV
She hasn't spoke to me, or let me speak for three hours. I was about to give up, when she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Sorry." she muttered, leaning her head on my shoulder. My arm went around her protectively, as I said, "Sorry."
We didn't need excuses, just apologies. Excuses were for later.
We settled in our normal positions, when everything went white. Like, really white.
I couldn't see anything, think anything. Except for one thing. Or someone. And then, everything cleared.
That's good right? She isn't the type that likes drama. That's all I could ask for in a girl. No drama. But that was the problem. She didn't want me, like I wanted her. She didn't want anyone. Well except for that Josh dude. His real name isn't josh, but that doesn't change the fact that she likes him, not me.
Lacy isn't just anyone. It's our code word for her. But she doesn't know that.
And she never will.
"Well, I guess we should look for the others now!" I said, getting out of my stupor.
"Is that a note I see, on the table top?'' she says, her voice dripping with sarcastic surprise.
"Yeah it is." I said, reaching over to get it, making sure I didn't crush her head.
AJ's POV
He reached over, gently, making sure I was not crushed. I was squeezed against his lap and stomach. He go the note, and read it aloud while playing with my hair.
I played with his other hand's fingers while he read.
"It says, 'Went out. Took Niall for food and Zayn for Harry's date preparation. Do what you want, probably won't come back till mid-day.' Huh. They left us, bastards.'' Lou said, rolling his eyes in a sassy way.
I laughed. He smiled down at me. This was a really good view. "Why don't we play our game again. Confession, is a good name for that!" I said.
"Okay. I'll let you go first. Ask away."
"Okay, ummm..... What is your best game?"
"Football."
"Ahem, you're in the US now. The correct term is soccer. And that happens to be my game too." I say.
"Oh really?!"
"Why yes! Wanna play a little one on one to prove it?"
"Game on!"
We got up. He changed outta pj's and I found proper ball. I kept on my pj's because they were not bad to play with.
"Pass me the ball!" Louis shouted.
"Catch me first!" I yelled while I grabbed the ball and ran out the door.
I got to the backyard when a pair of arms got me from behind. Louis picked me up easily, by the waist, ball long forgotten.
"Gotcha." he whispered up my neck, seductively.
Damn it, what is this boy doing to me? Oh, he's taking me down, that's what.
"What's my prize?" he said, still holding me above the ground, to his chest.
What did he say again? Oh. Prize, got it. He was just teasing me, acting all seductive on purpose, sarcastically. Well, I'll play along too.
"Your prize, my dear, is that you get to start." I said, handing him the ball.
He smirked and let me down.
"Well play, grasshopper. But lets see if you're as good as you say you are!" he said.
The goals were set up, ready to play. All we had to do was play.
He started from the far side. He started out slow, trying to analyze and find my weaknesses.
Then he struck like a cobra. Man I have never seen such a fast guy.
Defense wasn't gonna work. Lets fight fire with fire.
I advanced, quicker than he'd suspect. He was surprised at my forwardness, and speed. Who wouldn't be? Just kidding! I took this moment to kick the ball between his legs. I ran around him, catching up with the ball. By the time he recovered I was about a yard away from the goal. So close.
The ball struck the net, at same second that I fell. 'Someone', accidentally kicked my feet out from underneath me. I ended up on a warm chest.
"Sorry. I slipped?" said a voice from beneath me.
"It's fine. I am only happy, and nothing can make me feel different, because I just kicked your ass!" I said laughing.
He rolled his eyes and smirked before getting up, and helping me up.
"Best two of three?" he asked.
"You're on!"
----------------------
It's been two hours, and we've been playing continuously. It was always tied. We took breaks in the middle, but we played for so long. After he made one last goal, he and I collapsed over each other.
Breathing hard, we stared at the sky, which was a beautifully rich blue.
"I've never played with someone who could beat me before." Louis said.
His head was on my stomach, my fingers tangled in his hair.
"Au contraire, mon ami I didn't win, technically we tied." I said, breathing hard.
"Whatever. I've never seen a girl who could get a point, much less tie with me! You're something different, you know?" he said, looking up at me. His hand found it's way to mine somehow, and now our intertwined hands lay on his chest, which was filling with air and releasing air.
"Is that bad?" I asked.
"No, not at all. It's better than I would've ever thought." he said. I felt eyes on me.
I closed my eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. He doesn't like me like that, or does he?
I mean, we're best friends, so we'd obviously be more closer than normal friends. But other guys, who are my best friends don't act as close as we do. But, it's probably my imagination.
"Do you have a twitter?" he asked me outta nowhere.
"No. I used to, but that was before I ran away with mom. I don't use it anymore, cause Leo might find me. I don't want him to."
"Well, I think you can stop worrying about that. Because you are safe now." he said. "What's your name?" I hesitated before answering, "@AJ'sHome. Why?"
"There, now I am following you! On my Louis Tomlinson one, and Louis Williams!"
"What the hell?! Why'd you do that? He's gonna come after me now!" I said, getting up. I was past mad, I was furiously scared.
"Hey, what's wrong? It's gonna be alright! Why are you crying, love?" he asked, catching one of my tears, which was slowly dropping.
"Don't you understand?! It doesn't matter how safe I am. He'll find me. I don't want him to find you all too!" I said.
"You're overreacting. I am not gonna let him hurt you, or Harry, or the lads or girls! Or Paul, even, if that'll make you feel better!" he said, taking a step closer, brushing his hand against my cheek.
I stepped back, and said--before running into the house--"What about you?!"
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It's been three hours. I got so mad, cause he didn't believe me. I locked myself in the closet for one hour. Then I came out, giving him the cold shoulder. An hour ago, everyone came back. Harry and Ashley just left on their date. Everyone was worried, since I wasn't talking to Louis. I know I shouldn't lock him out, since he already knew everything, but it was a habit.
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Louis's POV
She hasn't spoke to me, or let me speak for three hours. I was about to give up, when she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Sorry." she muttered, leaning her head on my shoulder. My arm went around her protectively, as I said, "Sorry."
We didn't need excuses, just apologies. Excuses were for later.
We settled in our normal positions, when everything went white. Like, really white.
I couldn't see anything, think anything. Except for one thing. Or someone. And then, everything cleared.
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10/14/13