Pretty In Pink (l.s.)

Chapter Fourteen

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"It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men! Amen!"

Those words were what broke Louis away from his slumber. He grumbled incoherent phrases under his breath, while raising a hand to rub at his sleepy eyes. Reluctantly, he sat up and let his palm wander across the bed, in search for his phone. It was blaring his hideous ringtone, which Harry had changed the last time he'd gotten his hands on the device. He thought that it would be funny, and Louis did too, but after hearing the same song for two weeks straight, it's gets annoying.

Though he was beyond exhausted, he couldn't help but allow a grin to break across his pink lips, as he pinched the phone open. The sudden light caused him to hiss and squint away, but the image on his lock screen was blurred permanently in his mind. It was of Harry of course, the boy had taken it and changed it himself. The curly man had his face squished across the screen, causing his cheeks to practically inflate and hid away his sparkling eyes. He stated that it would seem like he was stuck in the phone, that followed with a cheesy laugh. Louis rolled his eyes fondly at that, before accusing the other of stealing the idea off some blog. Harry dramatically scoffed in disbelief, while shaking his head in a mock-innocence matter.

By the time that Louis looked back at the screen, the phone call had ended. Though he was confused on who it was, he was too lazy to check. He'd do it later; for now, sleep was calling his name. But, it seemed like his wish wouldn't be fulfilled any time soon, considering the minute his head almost hit the pillow, the song began blaring once again.

"Oh my gosh," Louis muttered in annoyance, as he grabbed the phone once again. But, the second that his finger pressed against the button, a gasp left his lips, once he read the contact name. It was his mother! Immediately, he quickly slid the pad thing, before pressing the phone against his ear, with a shaky smile spreading across his jaw.

"Louis?" The voice, no Johanna Darling, called out. Ah, it was still as delicate and soft-spoken as the days when he was a young toddler, running into his mother's arms in his little overalls and hats.

"Mommy?" He questioned, as if to ensure that it was truly her. Once he heard her hum, he couldn't help but let the edges of his lips to tweak even higher. "Mommy! It's been so long since I've talked to you, how are you? How are the kids? Do they miss me? Is Lottie getting older and sneaking out, like I used to? Man, I never got the chance to tell her which window was the easier to climb out of. You've gotta think about a lot of things, before risking your life out on that roof. What shoes you're wearing, making sure that your hands are dry, being silent, having your ri-"

"Loubear no matter how much I'd love to hear about all these techniques, I would like to hear more about you instead. How are you, baby? How's Philly treating you?" Johanna asked and Louis shook his head softly. Always the caring type, she was. Well, that was kind of how all the Tomlinsons were. (Though they all had different last names, he still considers them that). Caring, curious and clever.