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The Better One - pt 2 ~ Louis Tomlinson

In which she finally knows she’s enough.

Pt1 is here

Warnings: Swearing and kinda angsty

Word Count: 1500

Y/n had grow up with a bunch of stuff that meant absolutely nothing. She had her own room, her own clothes, but all she had really wanted was to be heard at the dinner table. So, when she was eight, she came up with the idea of jokes. She had never been the funny type, but she believed that if she made them laugh they would at least listen to what she had to say. It worked, for a year or so, and then they eventually became tired of it. She then tried arts and crafts, if her family could see she was good at it they would pay more attention, but again it didn't really work. Eventually, she decided that the only way her parents would pay attention to her was if she got good grades, and that's how it began. Massive amounts of work, almost perfect grades, and a lot of pressure in herself.

All Y/n had ever wanted was to matter, and when Louis came, she didn't even have to try. Louis had been everything to Y/n, her motivation; her rock; the bare reason she smiled. It’s needless to say that when he left, when he chose better than her, everything crumpled.

When she flew back, she took less than an hour to pack her things in a suitcase, and another thirty minutes to take in every single detail of the apartment. She knew it was bad for her, but there was nothing more she wished than to have Louis back with her; hanging christmas lights on the christmas tree days before the trip, maybe convincing him that it was better to stay here, in their cosy apartment as they drank hot chocolate. That's when she remembered, one hand tightly secured in one of the suitcase’s straps, that it was christmas.

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It took two weeks to find a new apartment in the heart of San Diego, out of LA but still close enough so whenever she wanted she could go back and remember the golden times.

But life in San Diego was one full of misery. Y/n L/n, the girl that used to be so organised and so perfect, was long gone replaced by one who stopped caring. She finally understood that if no one care about her, why should she? She was boring and dull, not intelligent neither beautiful, she was not enough.

Her money became scarce, so she began to eat less, and when the pennies finally finished she moved apartments to an old filthy one while she worked at a coffee shop. If she wasn't a disgrace now, then, what was she?

“Happy first day of summer, Y/n!”, her coworker, a girl with violet hair named Emma, greeted her.

Summer. Had it really been half a year without Louis? The word suddenly had a new meaning, and soon every word would turn out to be just the same.

What Y/n didn't expect was to come home from work--her t-shirt stained with coffee-- and find Avery siting on the small couch. It was such a shock her bag fell from her shoulder earning the attention from Avery.

“Y/n!”, Avery came running towards Y/n, a huge smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around her sister’s small frame.

“I- what are you doing here?”, it felt strange looking at Avery, she wore clean skinny jeans and had her hair perfectly curled and... Avery was pregnant, hugely pregnant.

Guilt came rushing in and Y/n could now only tilt her head down and apologise. How dare she not be there for her sister?

“I looked for you everywhere!”, Avery replied watching as her sister picked up the bag and rushed to the small open kitchen, “And now I finally found you! I-”, Avery looked around, “Your apartment was unlock so I figured I would let myself in. At first I didn't think this could be your apartment but then I saw our picture and...” Y/n turned to look at the picture laying on the counter, a trip her whole family did a long time ago, Y/n was probably twelve at the time.

She looked down, saw the coffee stain and opened the sink tap. “I am really sorry, Avery”, she said as she tried to scrub the stain away, “I was working and I spilled coffee all over my shirt and...”, she looked around her apartment, had she cleaned the floors this week? And the pillows on her couch had not been flattened out, everything was a mess. “I am really sorry for this huge mess, I swear It’s not like this usually”, it was a big lie but Y/n didn’t know what else to say.

Finally giving up on her shirt she run to the small living room at the corner of her open apartment, flattened the pillows and picked up a left glass that was laying on the coffee table, “Please, Avery. Take a sit”, Y/n gestured to the couch and rushed back to the kitchen, “Would you like anything to eat? I’m not sure I have many things in the fridge but there's a marketplace down the street and I could go buy you something right now”, Y/n felt her eyes burn.

“Y/n, calm down, its okay”, Avery was surprised to see her younger sister in this state, realising how thin Y/n looked, “please sit down next to me.” Y/n was unsure, she knew the adequate thing was to invite her sister to eat something, but she was tired and all of a sudden she felt helpless. “I’ve missed you so much”, Avery cupped Y/n’s hands, examining at how her younger sister would nod her head shyly, not daring to look at her.

“I’ve missed you too, and I’m really sorry I-”, Y/n lifted her head and fixated her eyes on her sister’s tummy, “I wasn’t there. I should have been, I didn’t have any right to disappear.”

“I called you a million times”, Avery said, a frown forming in her face as she watched Y/n’s tears run down, “mom did too, but you never answered. For a moment I thought you were--”

“--No”, Y/n didn't let Avery finish, she looked at her sister so vulnerable for the first time ever, “I don't know why I did that..., I’m sorry. I just thought that it was better if I stopped getting in-between people’s lives. I only wanted what was best for you, mom and dad, and Tessa and Louis...”, the last words where barely audible.

“To hell Tessa!”, Avery raised her voice, “and Louis! Look at you Y/n, living here; working at a coffee shop; barely standing on your legs... What about you? Why didn’t you think about what was better for you?”

“Why should I care?!”, Y/n stood up from the couch, tears--no streams-- running down her face, her legs shaking slightly as she looked at a worried Avery, “Why should I care? No one ever did, and that's alright. I’m fine with that, I learned how to be fine with it.” Y/n sighed, a weary breath escaping her lips, “and you should stop worrying, Avery. Everyone is okay, I’m perfectly fine, you’re pregnant! And Tessa is happy with Louis--”

“--Tessa and Louis broke up”, Avery mumbled, aware of the fact that Y/n had to grab the back of the couch to sturdy herself.

“Why?”

“She came home two months ago, angry as ever. It seems that she wasn't what Louis expected her to be...”, Avery shook her head, “but it doesn't matter, I’m so done with Tessa and her stupid ego.”

“Don’t”, Y/n licked her lips, her heart clenching, “don't say that, you know it's not true, Tessa is--”

“--Tessa is bad and cruel! She stole your boyfriend for fucks sake! She had always been mean toward you! How are you not angry about this?!”, Avery couldn't understand how could someone be so empathic that had completely stop thinking about itself. “When did you turn into this?”

Y/n sat down again, brushed down her tears and tried to smile, “I think I’ve always been like this, I just used to be better at hiding it. I’m sorry.”

“Stop blaming everything on you. It harms you, can’t you see?”, Avery cupped her sister’s face, Y/n closing her eyes at the warm feeling of Avery’s hands. “And I know you probably think that you are not enough, but that’s a lie. You are beautiful Y/n, inside out, you are talented, and unique, and you are my sister. I care about you, I’m sorry for whatever reason that made you believe I didn't, but I’m telling you now, I care about you. And I know that a hole bunch of people do too, because that’s what you do, you are lovable.”

Sometimes, what you need are just words to make thing slightly brighter, to give you a small push in the right direction. Now, Y/n wrapped around her sister’s arms, knows she’s worth it, and whatever made her feel otherwise has to get out of her way now, because the true golden times are just about to begin.

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Yeah, this was shit, I'm sorry I just thought I should at leats update something.

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hemsworthstylespoynter-blog · 9 years

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Imagine #2 part 2:

Megan POV:

I woke up groggily, laying on the floor somewhere. I couldn’t remember. I realized that I was at the airport, my flight had been cancelled and and I was laying on the floor of the airport.

Classy. So very classy.

I pushed the blankets off of my face and saw that the boy, Louis, was still sound asleep next to me. I sighed loudly and threw the blanket off of my body. I threw the blankets off of his body next and he didn’t budge. I threw them back on top of him and he still remained still.

He kind of stirred in his sleep and finally his eyes popped open. He covered his eyes with his hands and I pulled them off of his face.

“Come on! Our flight is on for today! Get up and get your shit together Louis Tomlinson!” I shouted, swatting him in the face with the end of the blanket. He reacted just as I thought he would. Badly.

He spases out and just lays there. “Come on!!!! We have to get ready for our flight!” I screamed again, standing up and forcefully pulling the blankets from him.

He groaned and I laughed. I started to fold the six blankets and put them in a stack next to our things on the gate benches. I opened my backpack and got a sweatshirt to wear since there would be no telling how cold the plane would be.

He finally stood up and got all of his belongings together. I picked up my ragged copy of The Fault In Our Stars and shoved it in my full backpack. Two more hours of waiting in this gate at the airport and we would be able to go home for the holidays.

Well Louis wasn’t exactly going home because he was from the country we were stuck in, I was going home because I was born and raised in Maine.

“So how can we all go home even though there is like a few feet of snow on the ground.” he asked me, sitting on the bench beside me looking through his things for something.

“Uh I asked the lady last night when I went to the bathroom. She said that since we are at such a big airport, they have these giant snowblowers that clear off the runways and the storms were supposed to stop mid last night, so the flights were rescheduled for today.” I said very tiredly but happily. I was so glad that I could finally go home. I wasn’t complaining about my new friend though, it was nice not being alone in a boring setting.

“Oh.” He sighed and slumped down on the bench. “That’s good. We get to go home sooner.” He pointed out.

“No kidding. I’m happy. I really miss my family.” I confessed to this still complete stranger, but it felt like we had known each other for a while now.

“I miss mine too. It’s weird still living in my home country when the rest of my family is in America.” He stated.

“Yeah. That is weird.” I pointed out, sighing and standing up to look at the condition of the greater outdoors.

Louis followed me and we made our way over to the window to see that all of the snow had been cleared off of the runway and our plane was already in the gate. Had it really been two hours?

“You two seem to be the only ones on this flight, so you can start boarding.” The lady told us, smiling and opening the door to the hallway that lead to the plane.

“Oh ok.” I said, walking back over to my bench with my things on it and slinging my many bags around my shoulder. I unfolded my boarding pass and let the lady scan the barcode on the back of the pass.

I went first and Louis followed me. I took it upon myself and walked through the hall to the plane. As usual like other plane visits I have been on, the flight attendants and pilots greeted us warmly.

“It’s great that the weather cleared up huh?” the pilot asked.

I smiled up at him and struggled with the bags on my shoulder.

“Yeah I’m ready to go home for Christmas.” I said, lightly smiling and walking past him in the plane. I started looking for my seat in coach.

“6J.” I read aloud to myself as I looked at my boarding pass.

All the way in the back by myself. Great, what was I supposed to do for eight hours on a plane? This was going to be a pretty boring plane ride. I saw louis come onto the plane and he was holding his boarding pass in his hand, looking for his seat. Then I saw him sit down and he was at least 10 rows in front of me. He looked back for me and made eye contact. He frowned when he realized that our seats were not next to one another.

The same flight attendant came around and looked at both of us at the same time. “If you guys want to, we would love to move you to seats in first class. You two are the only ones so you could sit together if you wanted to.” She explained.

I looked at Louis and he stuck out his bottom lip and nodded while he shrugged. I nodded and grabbed my things, dragged them down the aisle with me as I followed the flight attendant to where she was going to sit us.

She opened the overhead compartments for me and I shoved my things in there. Louis did the same thing and shoved his things in the compartment as he sighed and loudly and aggressively sat down in the seat next to me.

I looked over at him funnily and laughed through my nose. I shook my head and I opened the window shade thing to see if the plane had been moving yet, it wasn’t. The pilot surfaced in front of us in the aisle and he shook both of our hands.

“Thank you for keeping our services in business during these snowy times.” he said weirdly.

“No problem mate.” Louis said, shaking his hand and smiling up at the pilot.

“Thank you for still flying us all the way over the Atlantic.” I laughed, shaking his hand after Louis did.

“It’s my job. I am just glad that I get to bring you to your families in these conditions, safely.” He said dipping his pilots hat our way and smiling one more time. “Be safe and enjoy you Christmas. We will be taking off shortly, buckle your seat belts.” he instructed.

We both obeyed and he walked away. Louis turned towards me.

“So let’s get to know one another a little more. We have eight hours to talk.” he said and I widened my eyes at the thought of talking to this guy for eight hours straight.

“I don’t know what to talk about for eight hours.” I said.

He sighed and put his finger on his chin. “Ourselves.” he said.

“Really. I was going to talk about the interior of this plane for eight hours.” I said sarcastically and sassily. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

“Don’t sass the sasser.” he said.

I laughed. “Then start being sassy than being the sassee.” I said and then furrowed my eyebrows at myself, that didn’t make any sense at all.

8 hours later:

We found things to talk about, music, bands, tattoos, our jobs and our lives. We had a lot in common and we really got to know one another. Sometime in the flight we both fell asleep and I woke up and my head was resting on his shoulder. I woke up before him, thank god because it might have been weird if he woke up first.

I grabbed all of my things and started exiting the plane. This was going to be great. I was going to have jet lag on Christmas. I walked through to the gate and waited for louis.

“So, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we can meet up sometime in London. Or maybe go on the same flight back to England.” I laughed, dropping my bags and pulling my phone out of my bag and going to create a new contact.

We swapped phones and put our numbers in. “Maybe we’ll run into one another somewhere in Maine.” he said.

I laughed. “Maybe. Just text me or something and we can do something together.” I said.

“Alright.” he said. We gave each other our phones back, hugged shortly and parted ways.

2 days later:

“Megan, we need to get everything ready for Christmas dinner. Family friends are coming over and their kids are coming too.” My mom explained to me.

“Why are family friends coming over on Christmas? This is not tradition.” I whined, picking up a pot of poinsettias from the kitchen table and moving to be on the front porch.

“We are going to start a new tradition. They have been there for us while you’ve been away and we owe it to them to have them over for Christmas.” my mom explained.

“How many of them are there?” I asked, setting the table as my little sister by two years came in the room with my dad.

“Uh. Let’s see, about nine.” She said, pulling the food out of the oven.

“What the fu-” I started off but got cut off by my mom.

“MEGAN! Language.” She shouted.

“Yeah sorry. But nine people. How many people do they have in their family?” I asked, finishing setting our long dinner table for all of the people coming.

“They have nine. Two of them are little babies. They’re almost one. I’ve told you about them plenty of times. They should be here soon.” she said, putting the foods on the kitchen table and making everything perfect.

As if it were on cue, the doorbell rang and me and my sister Brianna acted normal and polite while our mom went to open the door. They all came poring in, a woman, her husband and her children. There were two twin girls, two girls who were younger than I and a boy who seemed to be my age, holding a baby.

The boy was holding a baby, which had to be one of the woman’s babies since she was holding the other one. He was wearing a hat and I couldn’t really see his face.

“Johannah!” my mom shouted lightly, greeting her friend. This said Johannah handed her child to one of the girls who were younger than me.

“It’s so good to see all of you and be with others during the holiday.” they said, greeting our mom.

“These are my daughters, Megan and Brianna. And this is my husband.” my mom said, pointing to us.

Johannah took her turn to introduce her family. “I’m Johannah, and these are all of my kids, Daisy and Phoebe are twins, Felicite, Lottie and Lottie is holding Ernst, and my youngest, Doris and my oldest, Louis.” she said as the boy took off his hat and gloves.

“WHAT?” I screamed in joy!

Everyone looked at me confused and I took a moment to regain my composure before Louis looked at me and smiled widely. “NO WAY! This world is so small.” he said, holding his little baby sister close.

“What are you guys talking about?” Johannah and my mom said simultaneously.

“Uh on the flight back, our flight got cancelled and we were stuck in the airport together. Louis and I. And here we are, in the same living room, 2 days later.”

“Wow this is so weird.” Louis said, juggling his sister in his arms.

“Very.” Everyone said, looking between Louis and I, wondering what was going on.

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