The Plan ~Louis Tomlinson FanFic~

Chapter 3

“Casper? Are you even listening to me?” My mom asked me, pulling me out of my own mind.

It’s been a couple weeks since I saw Louis at the beach. We call each other mostly everyday, text when we get the chance. It's comforting to know that someone wants to talk to me as much as i want to talk to them. I looked up at my mother who was chopping up vegetables at the counter. “Huh?” i asked, i hadn't heard a word that she just said.

She shook her head, “I was talking about going to Ireland again for spring break. What's gotten into you lately? You've been spacing out a lot. Are you doing drugs? Love, you can talk to me. I know back in my day i ex-”, she began to ramble on about “back her day” but i cut her off real fast.

“Mum, no.” i chuckled. “I’ve just been thinking about something a lot lately…” i trailed off. She put down her knife and wiped her hands off on her apron.

“Something or someone?” she questioned with a sly smile, she came over to the table and took the seat next to me. “I heard you mumble someone's name in your sleep the other night when you fell asleep on the couch. And i can hear you on the phone in the middle of the night.” I felt my cheeks fire up, my eyes searching her face for some type of disappointment but i couldn't find any. Her eyes had the look of excitement and happiness in them. “Who is he?” she questioned, she perked up like a high school gossip with a big cheeky smile.

“Well… you've seen him before, at the beach, remember? He had the puppy. And you've probably seen him at the pub, too. Him and his friends are always there on the weekends. His name is Louis.” I explained, she thought about it for a minute, but she shook her head.

“You'll have to show me who he is, Louis doesn't ring a bell.” She got back up and went back to cutting up vegetables. “You should invite him over for dinner.” she gave me a side look.

My eyes went wide, “Umm… i don't know mum…”

“Oh, c’mon. If he's dating my daughter, then i think it's appropia-”, i cut her off again.

“We aren't dating mum!” i laughed, “Ohm my god, slow down, i don't really even know him… we just talk a lot. I honestly just see him as a friend.” Lie! How could i not lie, though. i haven't even seen Louis since that day at the beach, i've been there a couple times since then, I’ve even offered for him to come meet me but he always has these weird excuses why he can never make it… but he’ll keep texting me while i'm there… i just doesn't make sense.

For example, a couple days ago we were talking about meeting up at the beach. We had our plan ready to go, we decided to do a little picnic there so we can just talk and relax, naturally mother nature rained us out so he offered to meet at the cinema. There was some movie that he really wanted to see, something like James bond-ishy. You know guy stuff that I'm not really into but i would do anything to spend time with this kid. An hour before we were supposed to go he called me and said "Hey Cas... Im really sorry but i can't make it tonight. My dog is sick and i have to watch him..." now i know that you might think, "well, casper, things like that happen in life." but the thing is is that his voice broke like he didn't want to say what he actually wanted to say. And that is just one of many excuses. But for some reason i can't say bye, even though it hurts when i know he's lying to me.

I feel like he’s hiding something from me but i really don't think i have the right to ask him about it. Our relationship isn't that good yet. I mean we talk about a lot about deep things, fuck, he even knows about my dad. Only my best friend knows about my dad… but even though i open up to louis, i always feel like he's holding something back from me.

“CASPER!” mum shouted. “You did it again!” she laughed. “What are you thinking about now?”

“Nothing, mum. I’ll talk to him about it next time i talk to him but i forgot i have to stop at Alfies. He just got back from his trip to the states.” i stood up and pushed the chair back into place, “Love you.”

She eyed me suspiciously but replied, “Ok, don't be out too late, you got school in the morning.”

I threw on my jacket and made my way outside, my phone went off in my pocket:

From Louis: hey, what's up?

I just ignored it and placed the phone back in my pocket, i need to hold off for a minute.

The evening breeze was cool but not brisk. Late may weather is probably my 3rd favorite season. Its warm during the day but nighttime was just perfect.

Alfie’s house was just down the street from our apartment. Thats kind of how we met 10 years ago. I was on my way to school when i met alfie, i was only nine and was an awkward chubby tyke. Alfie was tall for nine and had shaggy brown hair that was always a mess. I was skipping past his house and i got hit in the head with a ball made of mud. It ruined my brand new pink dress my grandma made for me. I just started to sob when alfie came up to me with regret on his face.

“I'm so sorry, i wasn't aiming for you, i swear.” he hugged me real fast, “Please don't cry.”

“Are you kidding me?” the tears stopped falling and anger took over my mind. “I'm so telling my mum!”

His face went pale, “No! Don’t! You can't!” He pushed me, but i pushed him back harder causing him to fall into the puddle of mud. He started to cry and his mum came bustling outside.

“Alfie we got to go! You're going to be la- Bloody hell! I told you to stay away from the mud!” She ran over to us and i stood there quietly while she picked up alfie from the collar of his shirt, she looked up and realized that i was there. “Oh my look at your dress, did he do this?” She looked down to alfie and gave him a stern look, “Go get changed, Alf. Well talk about this later.”

“But muuumm-” he started to protest but she pointed towards the house, he stuck his tongue out at me and stomped onto the house.

“I'm so sorry darling, look at you, you're pretty dress is all dirty, and your hair! it's all in your hair. We should call your mother. Do you know your mother's number?” She rambled, i nodded my head and i told her the number.

Not much longer my mum showed up and ran to my side, “Aw my love, look at you.” She let me change in the car while she and alfies mum stood there talking for a while, after i dressed, me and alfie sat on the porch. Both of us in fresh clothing.

“I can't believe you threw mud at me.” i said with my arms crossed.

“I can't believe you pushed me in the mud” he said, his head resting in his hands. i rolled my eyes.

“Are you new?” i asked him.

“Yeah, my dad got a new job.” he said with a sigh.

“Your voice is funny.” i giggled. “Keep talking.” i stared at him with amazement.

“Your voice is funny, little girl!” he squinched his eyes at me but had a smile on his lips.

“I'm no little girl,” i curled my arm showing the little to nothing muscle i had on it. we both laughed. “I'm 7 years old, soon to be 8!”

“I’m already 8.” he smirked.

“Awe, man.” we both cracked up laughing.

Ever since then we’ve just kind of became friends. He was my first and only american friend and for the most part he’s been my only best friend, then again i never really opened myself up to new people.

I walked up the all too familiar steps to his front door and knocked. He answered.

“Cas!” he hugged me quickly, “I'm so happy to see you!”

i laughed and returned the hug, “I’ve missed you so much, how was your trip?”

“It was a lot of fun, i got to see so much of my family, come in, c’mon, i got you something.” I followed him through the familiar house that i've spent so much time in. His mom was in the kitchen on the phone, she caught my eyes and a smile lit up her face, she waved and began talking again to the person on the other line. I followed him down to his room in the basement. This kid got the entire basement to himself! To me, that was always the coolest thing ever. He had his own little living room and bathroom and even a bar but the most it ever held was sodas that his mom stocked. He ran over to his closet and pulled out a giant silver bag.

“Here.” he walked back over to me and handed me the bag. “Open it up!” he smiled.

The bag was A LOT lighter than i thought it was going to be. I dug my hand into the bag and pulled out a giant foam hat that was shaped like a piece of cheese. I must of looked confused because he cracked up laughing, making me laugh too.

“What is this?” I laughed.

“Put it on. It goes like this.” he took it out of my hands and put it on my head. he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around so i faced the mirror. “You're officially a cheese head.” He laughed.

“Oh my god.” I laughed loudly. “Is this what wisconsin has to offer?”

“Pretty much.” He shrugged. We sat down on the couch and just talked for a while. He told me about how much he loved his trip. It's been years since they were in the states. He told me that his family loved Brandon. Brandon is Alfie's boyfriend. He finally opened up to his family when he went there and he said that they were all so open to the idea. I remember when he told me, i mean i already kind of knew, i know alfie like the back of my hand so i wasn't shocked about it.

He came over crying, sobbing like a baby child. “Ca-Casper… Oh my god you're going to hate me, you’re going to freaking hate me.” He avoided eye contact at all costs.

“Oy Alf, what is it? Why are you crying?” i question, we sat shoulder to shoulder on the end of my bed, his head hung low as he mustered up the words to say. i rubbed his back in circles, i knew it would soothe him.

“I’m… You know I’ve been wanting to tell you… I’m…” And as he mumbled out gibberish, the dots started to connect in my head and i sighed in a comforting way.

“I know Alfie.” I smiled down to him and kissed his temple. I think i knew it for a long time, like it was always just “there”, you know?

He looked up at me with a confused smile on his face but tears still fell from his eyes. “You know? like i've been laying in my bed for the past week contemplating on how i was going to come out. Like should i decorate a cake that says “I'm gay!” or… or send a letter in the mail to my mother and wait until it arrives, or make one of those sad index card videos with emotional music to the background, i lost sleep and skipped my mother's taco tuesday dinner for you to already know?” He scrunched his eyebrows together but amusement played in his eyes and the smile made his crooked dimple come out, relief radiated from him.

“Holy shit. You skipped taco tuesday!” I looked at him with faked concerned look i could pull.

He squinted his eyes at me with fake hatred but we both broke out laughing. He sat up straight and threw his arms around me, “I love you, you know that.” He kissed the top of my head, released me, and stood up. “Well now that that's out of the way, i'm starving.” He was never one to dwell on things.a

“Moms tacos?” I offered. And since then nothing really changed other than the fact that he's alot more open about things with me.

We sat watching sherlock on t.v when my phone started to ring. I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach and jumped right up to answer it, Alfie raising an eyebrow at me. Of course it was louis. “Hey” i answer nonchalantly, playing it off and ignoring aflies stares burning a hole through my back.

“Hey…” Louis voice broke, my enthusiasm shot through the floor and i slouched and worry ran through my mind.

“Whats wrong?” i asked. What could be wrong? I thought about how louis’ face would look so sad, his blue eyes would be clouded and his smile, oh his amazing smile… it would disappear. Oh my god Casper, stop! ... but i can't for some fucking reason.

“Can we meet up somewhere?” He asks, his voice is fragile, like it could break at any second. I feel a bad feeling deep down in my stomach, like something bad is going to happen but i can't even try to comprehend what that bed feeling is before i tell him yes. I didn't care that he's been avoiding seeing me, i couldn't give 2 shits right now, all i wanted to do was find him and comfort him. “Can we meet at the beach?” He sniffled.

“Yes, give me 15 minutes, i'll be there.” I explained, after hanging up Alfie is sitting up on his elbows.

“Who was that?” He asks, mischief is written all over his face.

“Its someone i've been talking to for a while. His name is Louis.” A tiny smile plays on my lips, no matter how confusing he is, i can't help but feel butterflies and a lightness in my knees, my cheeks flare. “Alfie can you give me ride down to the beach?”

“Yeah,” sympathy played on his face for a minute but he didn't even question me, he just jumped up from his bed grabbed his car keys and we headed to the beach.

Notes

Hey!! Im back, I'm sorry this chapter didn't have a lot of louis in it but i promise that the next chapter will! i hope you like Alfie, i know we haven't seen much of his personality yet but he's a spunky one... and hot headed.

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