Sequel
to not
again.
Using
Louis
Tomlinson
~ Chapter 10 ~
Belle's P.O.V
I glance at the scales, eyeing them in suspicion. I've never
liked to know my weight.
"Are you going to get on them or just stand there like an
idiot?" I voice calls from across the room.
I glare around and find a smirking Harry leaning against the
wall.
"I don't like to know how much I weigh." I mutter.
He laughs and the exits the room.
I sigh to myself and then hop into the shower.
"Then I see you on the street,
In his arms, I get weak
My body fails, I'm on my knees,
PRAYIN'!"
I yell out the last part as I wash my hair. I just couldn't
help myself. I just love that song so much and Louis sounds
amazing singing his solo.
I start singing the lyrics to my next favourite verse out of the
boys songs.
"Can we fall, one more time?
Stop the tape, and rewind?
Oh and if you walk away, I know I'll fade,
Cause there is nooooobody else!
It's gotta be youuuu!"
I try my best to sing it well as I wash out all of the soup. I
make the mistake of looking down as some of the suds slip down my
forehead and into my eyes.
"Sh/t!" I yell, rubbing on them hard.
"Are you okay Belle?" Louis' voice rings through
the door. I stop still and turn the shower off.
"Why are you outside the bathroom door?" I ask, my eyes
narrowing.
"Just listening to you sing." I can hear the smirk in
his voice as he says it and I grab a towel before yanking open
the door. My eyes still sting from the shampoo and I rub at them
again.
"Why?" I ask.
"You sounded good!" He protests. "Well, we can see
what the boys think anyway, because I got it on tape!" He
grins at me before running out of the room. I run after him as
holds out the phone to Niall.
"Press play." He says, blocking my way.
"Don't do it Nialler." I say, giving him my best
dirty look.
I grins at me and presses the play button and my voice fills the
room.
"Aagghh! Noo! I hat hearing my voice on tape! Make it
stop!" I run back into the bedroom.
I dry my hair and put on a top. I pick out my jeans and glare at
them.
"Time for mission impossible." I say to myself.
I pull them over my legs andtry and push my foot through the
end.
"Ugh!" I yell in protest. Why is it so hard to get
incredibly tight Hollister jeans on whenever you are still damp
from the shower? After a few minutes a I see Harry again.
"What do you want?" I snap.
"Just watching you struggle with your jeans." He
smirks.
He walks closer to me, putting his lips to my ear. I shudder.
"And just for the record." He says.
"You sounded really good singing my
solo."
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Really sorry
but this is my last story here on witty. I just, don't
particularly like the website anymore, sorry Steve. I'm going
to continue writing on wattpad but I think I'll give my
stories bigger meaning than One Direction :/
