Silence / / Louis Tomlinson / /COMPLETED

Ch. 14 Interviews and Hospitals

Reagan's POV

Couple hours later

I feel someone shaking me.

"Reagan, babe. You have to get up." I hear a voice say.

I groan and roll over.

"Reagan, do I have to go get Foster?"  I'm guessing, Louis asks.

I stay silent hoping they would just go away. I hear them huff and walk away. I sigh and snuggle deeper in my pillow. Then I hear the footsteps come back in. I feel my blanket start to be ripped away from me. I grip it harder. They let the blanket go, but grab my pillow. I groan and open my eyes. I sit up and face my annoying twin brother.

"What?" I sign with an angry look on my face.

"We have an interview." He says.

I roll my eyes and flop back onto the bed.

"Your so lazy. Louis!" I hear Foster shout.

"What?" Louis shouts back.

"Come carry your girlfriend! She won't get out of the bed." Foster says.

I hear Louis walk in.

"Reagan, really?" I hear Louis ask.

I just groan in response.

I feel someone pick me up bridal style and carry me out into the hallway. I cuddle into Louis' chest and close my eyes. I'm really tired. I can sleep anywhere and at anytime if I wanted too. I feel Louis step into the elevator. I lift my head up and smile at him. He gives me his award winning grin. He sets me down, so I'm standing next to him.

"Why?" He asks.

"Why what?" I ask/sign back.

"Why would you save your brother? You look like you hate him." He says, taking my hand in his.

"He is still my brother. I would do anything for my family. Even if I had to die." I sign, not meeting his eyes.

I feel tears in my eyes. I pull my hand out of his. He doesn't move. He stays silent.

The elevator dings signaling that the ride is over. We walk out and into the van. We sit in the very back, not looking at each other. The rest of the boys were already there. Louise and Chasity were walking out of the building just as me and Louis were sitting down. They were laughing and smiling.

I envy them. They are so pretty and perfect and I'm just...just me. Plain old me, with boring brown hair, boring green eyes and boring tan skin.

"What are you thinking about?" Louis whispers in my ear.

I look to him.

"Why do you like me?" I ask/sign to him.

He looks at me and grabs my hand again. I don't pull away.

"What's not to like? You're perfect. Even if you didn't have dyed hair or you weren't a tomboy. You would always be perfect to me." He whispers, kissing my temple.

I smile and lean into him. He puts his arm around me and he kisses my forehead. He smiles down at me. I just close my eyes and snuggle my head into his neck.

"Eh, no PDA!" I hear someone shout from the front of the van.

I pull my head away and glare at Harry. He looks, actually, scared for a second, but then goes back to confident. Louis just smiles and kisses me. I smile into the kiss. After about a minute he pulled back and put his forehead onto mine.