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Nothing Without Love

They'll Understand

Josie’s POV

This week has been difficult. With Niall writing, in and out, no real schedule, and Erica slaving away on her PhD as well as prepping to speak at an upcoming conference I’ve had Ryan quite a bit. Not that I’m complaining, she’s a doll, but man, this is why I don’t want kids for a long time. And this week just reaffirms my ideas.


Ryan is almost two months old, she doesn’t do much but she loves getting up at night, knows when she’s being held or not, and wants food when she wants it, no delay. Erica would pop in as much as possible, you could tell it was killing her to be away from her baby. I overheard a conversation between her and Niall (only because the baby monitor was on) and you could hear the guild in their voices. She was upset that she had a baby before she finished her program and he was all about having another baby as soon as possible. But they’re so cute, it’s disgusting. I make a nasty face just thinking about them. He’s constantly telling Erica how beautiful she is, even after Ryan threw up all over her, she’s always taking time out of her day to bring him snacks and even in the same house, they’re texting to each other. I mean, maybe I’m just jealous. I’m sure it’s the case to be honest. They’re meant for each other. They come to the same conclusion without even talking to each other, they order a certain kind of pizza but only eat a few things off of it, hell, sometimes they even come down the steps at different times with the same colored shirts on.


It makes me sick.


But at times, I feel a pull in my gut that I’m missing out on something. But I don’t let things get to me, can’t, won’t. If I don’t let things get to me then putting myself out there doesn’t have to happen. Louis is great, but I haven’t been living in a hole my whole life, I know all about him. The shit he’s pulled, and I don’t know if I want to get into this mess.


But I like him. Why are emotions are so stupid? Just fucked up.


I’m tired. I drag myself off the bed and fix my messy hair, sometimes it’s a lost cause. I have to head to Stan and Sam’s going away party. They’ve been here all week and I’ve talked to Louis through the phone but I haven’t had any free time to go see them. People know that I’m associated with the Horan’s so I don’t take a risk and go out with Ryan as we just don’t know what we’re going to get into.


I take the twenty-minute drive north to Louis’ house and I see quite a few cars there already. Sometimes I wonder where people even park. Like he has a gate, and a parking area but I know he’s expecting quite a few people. It’s not a roll up college party. I shake my head, sometimes I think of the dumbest stuff.


When I walk in, I’m sure there is no way that Stan and Sam know all these people, why even have a going away party for people that have stayed with Louis for like a week and a half? Celebrity world confuses me.


I find a drink from a waiter, seriously, a waiter. Not only does the celebrity world confuse me but it also something I’ve never gotten used to. My dad has been around these people, and I’ve been around these people my whole life so I you would think I understand it but I have no fucking clue how to figure them out. I look around at the crowd, all filtered out around the kitchen, dining room, sunken living room, and large glass doors open to the pool area. The pool lit up with some sort of floating devices.


I’m the only one that’s decided to take a seat on the couch. Call me antisocial, but I could curl up in a ball and fall asleep right here, if I could do it gracefully. This is actually the first time I’ve even been in Louis’ house. I take my time and look around at all of his things. As of now I’m glad no one has come up and tried to start a conversation with me, I’d have to fake interest. It’s obvious that he’s had someone come in and decorate. I pictured everything white but it’s all pretty much white and wood. Wood trim, dark wood floors, brown accents everywhere. Niall and Erica have white everywhere. I like the contrast of the wood.


“So you’re just going to sit here all night?” I’m so lost in my looking around that I failed to see Louis plop next to me on the couch, his arm automatically going around my shoulder.


“Well I didn’t realize so many people liked you.” I smirk at him as he fakes an insult.


“Let you in on a secret,” He begins, inching closer to my ear, “they just want the food.” I laugh and push him away.


“You’re the worst.” I set my drink down on the table next to me.


“I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been hiding?” He seems genuinely interested.


“I’ve been busy with Ryan. Niall and Erica are busy so it’s been me.” I carefully tuck my legs up and turn my body towards Louis. It’s really hard to resist his boyish charm. Not that he’s a boy ad he’s nearing 30 but that devilish grin is somewhat of a ploy to pull women in. I can’t get away. I just want to snuggle up with him and sleep all night. Hence why I’ve put my legs between us, knees up, an extra barrier between us.


“You look exhausted.” He takes the last sip of his drink and places it on the abnormally large coffee table in front of us. He leaves me no time to respond before he stands up, pulls his pant legs down and holds his hand out for me to take. “Come on then.” I stare at him for a minute and decide, I have no reason not to trust him and place my hand in his.


Before I know it, Louis have weaved us in and out of people, making small conversation, hardly even stopping to answer questions. I’m sure from an outsider position they just see me as another Louis conquest. Which I refuse to be, even if it’s technically true. As he starts to take me up the steps I stop firmly in my tracks and he looks back at me. “What are we doing?” I scrunch my forehead up and glare.


“Come on Josie. You look like you could fall asleep standing up. I was just going to take you to my room so you could sleep. It’s locked, I’m the only one with a key, no one will bother you.” I cross my arms and think, the thought of a bed and unterrupted sleep sounds amazing.


“What will other people think?” I speak out loud before I realize what I’ve done.


“Who gives a rat’s ass?” When I tilt my head again he takes a step down and sighs.

“Seriously Jo, you’re tired. I don’t even know like sixty percent of the people here, just go rest. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll sleep on the floor when I come up. It’s fine.” I finally realize he’s right, who cares what these people think and I follow him up the steps. We walk down a wide hallway, passing closed door after closed door and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind every single one of them until we get to a double door and Louis pauses to find a key in his pocket. He opens the door swiftly and lets me enter. It’s massive. And messy. He quickly walks around me picking up clothes, the suitcase I recognize from las week on a dresser with clothes hanging out of the side, shoes all over the place. He works quickly as I laugh, he just tosses everything in a closet and grins at me.


“Didn’t expect to use this room tonight.” His eyes quickly go wide after he speaks and his cheeks turn red.


“That was awful. But I’ll let it slide because that bed looks beyond comfy.” I take my shoes off and squish my toes in the thick white carpet. This room is pretty much white with brown trim, but also navy blue. Navy blue blanket is a perfect contrast to the stark white pillows. I’m lost in the room that I don’t notice Louis coming back in with a shirt and some sweatpants.


“These might fit you, all though I’d rather you keep that dress on, I’m sure it won’t be comfy to sleep in. I have a bathroom there.” He points to another door next to his large closet, probably larger then my old room at my dad’s house. “So anything you need, feel free to use. Call me or text me if you need anything.” He smiles at me, and I’ve realize that not one ounce of this is awkward. Honestly.


“Thank you Louis. What about Stan and Sam?” I ask, suddenly aware of why I came in the first place.


“They’ll understand. And they’re staying just down the hall so you’ll see them in the morning.” I smile at his kind gesture and walk to the bathroom with the clothes he’s provided. I change quickly in what looks like the most expensive bathroom ever, marble everywhere. When I come out Louis has straightened up the sheets. “Freshly washed yesterday.” He swings
his arms to the side, it’s quite cute when he he’s rendered speechless. It doesn’t happen often.


“Thank you Louis.” I walk past him and can’t wait to jump into bed and sleep. I’m not even angry at the amount of time it took to get ready for it all to wash away.


“Good night Josephine.” His lips brush my cheeks as I’m already fading quickly. Dreaming about what life would be like here, at this house.

Notes

Look at me go! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, a little longer then I had originally thought it would be but hopefully no complaints!

Have a great day!

Comments

Love all your stories hope you keep going on this one

This was so cool! Love it. So lovely. They are too cute.
Sending inspiration. We love you. I wish you finish this in a way you want and wish and I can't wait to see what you have in mind for future of these two :)

This was so sweet! When they get so sweet my drama alarm starts chiming!!! Sorry I didn't read it yesterday, I didn't log in until today! Happy Halloween!!!

Love the update!