Louis - 1991
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful / Stop me and steal my breath
Louis was the class clown. It was what he was known for and he enjoyed it. He liked being funny, he liked making people smile. It was fun for him to get people to know him through his humor. Everyone laughed and smiled and to him it was important. The problem with constantly being funny is that when you are being serious, not a lot of people register that. Louis was always in a battle between being taken seriously and keeping his reputation.
Louis took it in stride however. He worked hard even if he wasn’t known for working hard and did all he could to make people see him as something other than a clown. Louis had just finished changing out of his school clothes and into his uniform for the toy store when he bumped into someone.
The girl he bumped into fell flat on her bum. She was dressed in soccer shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, it bouncing back and forth. “Ouch,” you frowned.
Louis’s heart skipped a beat. He stuck a hand out and helped you stand. “I’m so sorry darling.”
“No, don’t worry about it, it was my fault. Running down the halls. Who would have thought teachers would be right,” you smirked. Louis chuckled and found himself lost in your eyes. Why had he never seen you before? He would remember your eyes. He would remember everything about you.
He vaguely remembers you introducing yourself—part of him already knew your name somehow deep inside him his heart just knew you were made for him. “Louis,” he said. “Louis Tomlinson,” he held his hand out again to gently shake yours. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said sweetly.
“Likewise,” you smirked. “I’m new this year,” you said softly. “Running late because I don’t know where I’m going,” you sighed looking at your watch. “Now I’m really late,” you mumbled. “Do you know where a payphone is?” You asked.
He bit his lip. “Um. Right outside, but…where do you need to be?” He was so creepy. God. Part of him hoped you didn’t answer him. He didn’t want you to tell him. He felt like he needed to know you. Every part of him ached for you and that’s all he wanted.
“Um…I’m supposed to be at the sports store. Hence this hideous outfit,” you rolled your eyes. “I promise I look better almost all of the time.” His heart wasn’t sure he could take that. “You’re in my History class,” you said suddenly when he didn’t respond to how you might actually look decent most of the time. “You’re so funny,” you smiled brightly.
“I can drive you,” he ignored your compliment his head was pounding he wasn’t sure he could breathe completely. “It’s right down the road,” he said. “M’happy to help,” he said.
You smiled thankfully. “Thanks, that’s very nice of you. “Here,” you said and handed him five dollars. Just about five gallons of gas. “For gas.”
He shook his head wrapping his hand around yours and the five dollar bill in your hand. “No, its in the same plaza as the toy store, I’m happy to drive you,” he promised.
“Thank you,” you repeated gratefully. “You’re a prince, Louis,” you said softly. His heart couldn’t handle this. Louis was usually so confident and funny and right now he felt like a dud as he walked you to his car. He carried your backpack and stuffed it into the back seat with the rest of his stuff. “Is there a body in here?” You joked. “Like should I be getting a car with you?” You laughed.
Louis smiled shyly and shook his head and sighed sweetly. He was so deeply in love with you. “No bodies…there’s um…drama stuff in there.” He shrugged.
“Cool,” you smirked. He bit his lip and smiled gently. He had never felt like this before—but boy was he glad you were the first one he did feel like this.
And rain falls angry on the tin roof / As we lie awake in my bed / You’re my survival, you’re my living proof / My love is alive and not dead
Louis sighed softly as the two of you cuddled in bed. The first day he met you seemed like ages ago. In actuality it was only about nine months ago, but Louis had never felt so at peace in his entire life. “Lou,” you hummed sleepily.
“Mm,” he murmured. He hated how close he was to you. He was so close and so far away. His body spooned to yours flush to his body. His hand gently rubbed your hip as you drifted in and out of a much needed nap. His feet twisted with yours; a pair of his socks adorned your feet because yours—along with the rest of your outfit was in the dryer getting warmed from the rain.
“I hafta call m’mom,” you murmured.
“Me mum’s on the computer, can you wait a minute?” He asked. You nodded cuddling against his chest. The rain outside sheeted against Louis’s windows. You smiled softly.
“This is so nice,” you whispered.
Nice didn’t begin to cover it. Louis wanted to stay here for the rest of his life. “Yeah…” he muttered.
He wished he could tell you how much he loved you. But he was too shy to tell you. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this in love with a girl before. Maybe his little sisters or his mum…but no one outside the family. He thought he loved a girl in his second grade class. She played soccer like Louis did and always had grass stains on her pants. Louis liked that.
Louis also thought he was in love with his most recent girlfriend—the girl he loved for two years. And for the past year he had been single—sort of. Everyone constantly asked you if you were dating one another. Louis always wanted to say yes, but you would blush shyly and shake your head and Louis’s heart cracked a bit more each time.
But somehow you kept his love alive.
Oh wow, you were something else.
Tell me that we belong together / Dress it up with the trappings of love / I’ll be captivated, I’ll hang from your lips / Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
“There’s a new episode of Friends on,” Louis said softly as he stretched getting out of bed. His mum had just called down for the two of you to come get some dinner. You weren’t super hungry but you were totally down for staying with Louis for another hour or two.
“It’s dinner time, Louis,” you rolled your eyes and rubbed your fist into your eye. “We’ll have to watch it tomorrow.” Louis didn’t care. He just needed promise of tomorrow.
“I know that shirt,” Jay smirked as she dished out pasta and salad to each plate as she looked you over. “You look lovely in Louis’ clothes,” she told you. You blushed shyly and smiled.
“They’re very comfy,” you agreed and gave his mother the cutest grin he’d ever seen. His tummy fluttered and all he wanted was to watch you smile like that again for the rest of his life. It was forever ingrained in his mind how your lips your mouth your eyes all seemed to twinkle in sync. You looked so cuddly in a shirt that was too big for you and shorts that hung low on your hips. Louis was gone. Far gone. And he loved every second of it. Louis smirked because you looked so natural in his clothes. You looked perfect. He was so thrilled to be in love with you. He just wished you knew how in love with you he was as well.
“You’re different around me than you are in class,” you whispered. “How come?” You asked.
He bit his lip. How did he start? “You’re different,” he said softly.
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“When I first met you, you didn’t know I was the class clown and that people don’t take me seriously,” he said quietly as he scuffed his feet on the floor of the toy store. Louis was stacking items on shelves and you were quietly walking around the store with him. Hiding from his manager and helping him put Candyland on the shelf next to the newest toys of Buzz and Woody. “You take me seriously.”
You smirked. “People don’t take you seriously?”
“Almost never,” he said softly. “I’m a jokester, is my own fault…” He smirked. “You’re refreshing, I guess,” he shrugged.
“Hmm…” you grinned. “No one has ever called me refreshing,” you hummed.
“Like a glass of iced tea on a hot day,” he winked at you. You giggled. Louis felt at a loss of what to do with his hands. He couldn’t believe you were real and that he could so easily get lost on your thoughts, your words. “What’s wrong?” He asked after you wouldn’t release your lip from your teeth.
“Hmm?” You asked lost in thought.
“You’re gonna bite your lip off love, what’s eating you?” He asked.
“I don’t wanna speak in front of everyone.”
“Shush, you’re going to be wonderful,” he promised and scooped up the cardboard box of scraps and pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving the aisle. Louis was done for the moment and he smiled softly as he waltzed around the other side of the store. He grabbed your hand and spun you under his arm and pulled you to him as he danced. He whispered the words of the song softly in your ear as he danced with you in the middle of the store. It was never crowded this time of day. This was stocking time—and right now Louis wanted to dance. So he was dancing with you wrapping you close to him and breathing against you. In a little less than seven months the two of you would be graduating. Louis was scared he would never have the guts to tell you that he was meant for you.
That you were meant for him.
He was scared his heart was just going to ache for the rest of his life if he didn’t tell you. But this felt so good, so sweet, so nice. So he decided he would just savor it.
I’ll be better when I’m older / I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
“I bet I got you the best gift,” you promised as you sat on his bed. You had driven your bike to his house in the wee hours of the morning. He was sleepy as he smirked at you. He opened his first story window and let the cold December air in along with your rosy red cheeks and nose.
His heart was overwhelmed with love for you. You had driven in the cold to wake him up with birthday kisses and gifts. “You’re too much,” he smiled happily as he examined the gifts before him. A box, a bag, and a card.
“This one is a Christmas gift,” you smiled pointing to the red and green wrapped box.
“I gathered,” he smirked as he rubbed his eyes. “Are you cold still?” He asked as you shivered. He tossed a blanket around your shoulders and cinched it in front of you so that you were covered up, nice and toasty warm.
“Not anymore,” you smiled. He snickered. He opened the bag and his heart almost gave out. How could you be so sweet? How could you spend this much money on him and not be his girlfriend?
“Love,” he whispered in awe. “This…”
“It’s the right one, right? I was so excited when I bought it, do you like it?” You asked. He stared at it. A portable CD player. He’d been asking mum for one for three years and you bought it for him. His heart almost burst. He pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and found CDs mixed in. Some of Louis’ favorite bands old and new and of course your favorites—The Spice Girls and The Backstreet Boys.
Louis ripped the card open while you were giggling about the look on the cashier’s face when you, a teenager, told him you wanted to buy a CD player for an exorbitant amount of money. You were more thrilled when you did because the look on his face was too much for you.
My loveliest Lou,
Happy birthday—you are the best person I’ve ever met and I’m so happy to be your best friend. Happy birthday, love and Merry Christmas :) You deserve all the best and more and I can’t wait to see what becomes of you and I…just know I’m always going to be your best and biggest fan! <3 Thank you for all you’ve done for me and I just love you and hope you know that.
Louis’ heart was surging, swelling with love for you. He grabbed the edges of the blanket wrapped around you pulling you close to him and sliding his lips against yours. He sighed instantly at the contact, his chest aching in the best way. His hands moved from the blanket to your cheeks and he kissed you so deeply you thought you were drowning. And maybe you were because you could hardly breathe and it all just felt so good. When he parted you didn’t want him to. Your heart hammered in your chest and you felt like you were on top of the world. You couldn’t speak but luckily Louis could and he said all the words you wanted to say and hear.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, but I am so thrilled and if you’re my biggest fan I’m yours and I love you. I love you so much sweet girl,” he whispered and pressed his mouth back to yours—the CDs long forgotten because his mouth was on yours and he had never been so happy to have a girl kiss him back.