Old Friends? (A Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Chapter Twenty-One.

“Chloe, can we talk?” I heard Louis’ voice shaking as I picked up the receiver of the phone.

“Sure,” I said. I was biting into a piece of toast. I was the first person awake. I was excited. Claudia and Niall were coming back today.

“Well… It’s about Eleanor.” Louis sighed.

What was it now? Relationship advice? Sex techniques? I wonder, I wonder.

“Oh yes?” I said. I must have sounded sarcastic.

He exhaled sharply. He was annoyed with me.

“Well,” He started, “She… I think… She’s cheating on me.”

Oh. Well. This was a spanner in the works.

“Oh?” I said, sounding much more interested.

“With a woman.”

OH THIS WAS AMAZING. JUST AMAZING.

“How would you know?” I said, stifling a laugh that was begging to break free.

“Well… I found some pants in our bed. That aren’t hers and are CERTIANLY not mine.”

Stop it Louis, I will laugh and then I’ll make you upset, you sensitive dick.

“Well… she might have new ones?” I giggled.

“These were all lacy, Eleanor has…”

“Granny pants?” I laughed.

“Yeah…” Louis sighed.

“Ask her about them then?” I said, it seemed obvious.

“I did, but she got all clammy and weird,” Louis said, “And I knew something dodgy was going on.”

No shit, your girlfriend is a lesbian.

“Well…” I didn’t know what to say. It’s not every day you occur a problem like this.

“Ah shit, Chloe! She’s coming home!” Louis gasped.

I sniggered.

“She’s got someone with her!” Louis whispered.

“Hide, and spy… And keep me on the phone. I love it when shit goes down!” I laughed.

“Okay, I’m behind the sofa,” Louis hissed.

I stayed silent. I heard giggling. And the moaning. What the fuck was going on?

“Louis?” I said.

The giggling stopped.

“AHA! I KNEW IT!” Louis said.

I heard gasps.

“Louis, baby.” Eleanor said.

“No, I don’t want to hear from you!” Louis said.

I was struggling not to laugh.

“Why were you making out with this girl, Eleanor?”

I howled with laughed.

Harry trudged into the kitchen, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and then looked at me, a puzzled expression written over his face.

“Do you want to listen to the funniest thing ever?” I laughed.

“Sure?” He said, sounding mystified.

I put the phone on speaker and filled Harry in with what had happened so far. He didn’t find it nearly hilarious as I was.

“MY OWN GIRLFRIEND, IN THE ARMS OF ANOTHER WOMAN!” Louis cried.

Harry laughed at this.

“Oh my god,” He breathed.

“I know right,” I smirked.

“GET OUT!” Louis screamed.

“Louis, please…”

“GET OUT, YOU, YOU, YOU, LADYKISSER!”

Harry fell off his chair laughing.

“Louis?” I said down the phone.

He was crying.

“Can… Can… Can I come over?” He stuttered.

“Yes, me and Harry will cook you some bacon…” I said sweetly.

“Bacon that Harry cooked? I’ll pass, but I’m still coming,” He sobbed.

“See you soon,” I sighed, hanging up the phone.

Harry looked up at me.

“That,” He said, laughing, “Was better than ANY TV SHOW I ever watched.”

“I know right,” I said again, laughing too.

“So… Louis is single.”

“I know,” I smiled.

“So…” Harry said, awkwardly.

“So… I’m going to get him,” I winked.

“No!” Harry protested feebly.

“Harry, you can’t stop me from going out with other boys,” I sighed.

“Yes, yes I can!” Harry said.

“No Harry, you really can’t!” I half-laughed.

“I can and I will!” Harry said, suddenly serious.

“Harry!”

“You’re not seeing Louis,” Harry said.

“Harry Edward Styles, you are not my father!”

“Chloe Alice Lily Rennard, I am a boy who loves you so much and Louis hurt you before, who’s to say he won’t do it again?” Harry grunted.

“So this is just about Louis? You’d let me go out with any other boy, just not Louis!” I said.

“Yeah,” Harry said, “Something like that.”

“So, I’ll just go out with Zayn then.” I said.

“Fine by me,” Harry said, reluctantly.

“Okay then, I’ll just go snog his face off,” I said.

“Hannah might have something to say about that…” Harry grumbled.

“I don’t care, as long as you’re happy,” I shouted.

Liam walked through the kitchen door.

“LIAM, DO YOU WANT TO KISS ME?” I yelled.

“Not really,” He yawned.

Harry laughed.

This was war.

And I was going to win.

The doorbell rang.

Louis. Aha. My weapon.

I ran to the door, beating Harry to it.

I threw it open.

“LOUIS!” I shouted, hugging him.

“I SAID NOT LOUIS, THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Harry cried.

“What the hell is going on?” This was a new voice. An Irish voice. Niall was making his way up the garden path.

“NIALL! WANNA SNOG?” I said, leaping on my old friend.

“I appreciate the offer Chloe, but I’m engaged.”

Claudia walked up the path behind him, hauling a case.

“Louis?” Claudia shook her head in disbelief.

Oh yeah, we’d forgotten to tell them. Well, I’d let them catch up and apologize for demanding a kiss later.

I hopped back in the house.

Then I realized how stupid this was.

Harry had no hold over me, I could see who I wanted.

And I would do that.

No matter what.