Louis Tomlinson Selfie Novels & Stories

" Ah... Well, I'll see if there's any photo here on the cell phone where he appears, just a minute. - Louis said, returning to the other side of the counter. That uncertainty consumed me. Everything pointed to the fact that we were talking about the same man. But confirming that would also confirm that he was dead and my searches would no longer make sense. Five more minutes. Paollo and I looked at each other in silent synergy. Louis came back, accompanied by another boy. They looked like brothers. " A doubt arose in us. " He began. "Did you find a picture of him? " We have a picture of him in it. It was a get-together last year. He hated cameras, cell phones, anything tech-related.

My tongue darted out, sliding over my lips to claim every drop. “Beautiful. I need to capture this,” Louis said suddenly. My eyes widened, seeing the camera he set before me. He started clicking. “Pose, Mom. Show the world what a cum-slut you are.” I bit my lip, feeling my orgasm build as my legs weakened, straddling the face that was obviously Liam's. Without caring about the recording, I rode his face hard while Leo jerked closer, my boobs bouncing with each move. “Arghh, fuck, yes! I'm cummingggg!” I thrashed until Liam's hands pinned me, my pussy gushed out juices, wetting his face.

He tipped them and they left. We stared at the package. We hadn’t bought a painting. Not that I remembered. “Did you buy a painting?” I asked Louis. “No.” A bad feeling started in my stomach. Louis took a knife and carefully slit the tape on the paper. He pulled the paper away. It wasn’t a painting. It was a giant photo. A blown-up picture. It was a picture of *us*. Louis and me. From last night. We were in our bedroom window. The photo was taken from outside, from far away, but you could see it was us. We were standing close. My head was on his shoulder. It looked like a nice moment.

You just can lie about me all you want but-' 'Did you say lie?' Louis cut in. 'There were literally pictures. The evidence are glaring for you to call them lies '. ' 'You have failed, Louis. You can't turn people against me. They know who you really are.' 'Naaa,' Louis shook his head. 'What people think of me is the distorted image you and your horrendous vengeful fans created about me. I'm just happy your true image is being exposed' 'I'll fight you Louis. This would bury you. I promise.'

I asked. " Well, Tina had requested I take a picture of us and show it to her later. That's what am about to do." Then drawing me closer to himself positioned his phone so we could take a selfie. " Say cheese..." " Cheese.." and he took the picture. Looking at it, he laughed. " What?" I asked as I collected the phone from him. We had squinted our eyes as a result of the flash making the picture look ridiculous. I laughed too. " Tina is going to have a good laugh. Come let's take another one." He said and we drew closer. Just before the picture went off, he kissed me on the cheek by surprise. Then he looked at the picture.

After a while, the both of them had begun taking selfies joyfully. At that moment, Samuel had just gotten dressed and was about to leave the hospital. Before leaving the hospital, Samuel glanced at his phone and saw Nathan's update on his I* Stories. He had posted a couple of selfies, looking extremely young and tender in the photos. He was wearing a very youthful suit and had worn a wig which took ten years off his appearance; he looked just like a 17 or 18 year old holding a gorgeous lady in his arms. He had even pouted his lips, folded his arms, and stared in a lovely manner.

“I just sent you a few photos. Need visual confirmation.” My heart jumped. I opened the messaging app. Three images. The first: Tommy, slouched in a chair at an outdoor café. Shirt half-unbuttoned. Aviators on. Tan like he’d been there for weeks. One hand casually resting under the skirt of a blonde woman grinding on his lap as she kissed him like they were in a fucking porno. His expression wasn’t even smug—it was daring. Like he wanted the whole world to see. My blood ran ice-cold.

“Why?” Ryleigh pouted and threw her phone on the table. “Look at it yourself.” Maisie stood up and walked up to the table in front of the couch. She picked the phone up and saw a picture of Louis having a meal with Xyla at a restaurant. She scrolled up to see several more photos of Louis visiting Xyla, as well as photos of him taking Xyla to a concert.

We continued walking until we reached the beach and saw a parked red Mercedes. “Let’s wait for Mommy Hacel before we leave,” I said. Louis just nodded and took out his phone from the right pocket of his black slacks. He looked incredibly handsome in his tuxedo. “Hey, what are you watching?” I asked, leaning in to see. He quickly moved the phone away as if not wanting me to see what he was watching. He was being so stingy. I just wanted to take a quick look. “Mind your own business, wife. It’s nothing,”

She chuckled softly and took out her phone to take a picture of the photo. Beside that photo were several other pictures. Many family vacation photos of Louis traveling around the world, pictures with the Eiffel Tower, the Colosseum in Rome, the Pyramids in Egypt, buildings in Santorini, Greece, and many more. But one photo caught Clara's attention, causing her to stare at it for a few moments. In that photo, Louis was laughing with a taller man, presumably his brother. They were posing with a beautiful beach in the background, but it wasn't the beauty of the beach that left Clara transfixed. Wait... why did she feel familiar with the man standing next to Louis?