One Moment at a Time (Louis Tomlinson)

Bree Bailey has known Louis Tomlinson all her life, before he was famous. They were even a couple. That is, until he messed up. Bree hasn't seen Louis since that night, besides of course in magazines and on TV. And she is absolutely in pain. She misses Louis, but knows that there is a small chance of her ever seeing him again. But then, Louis comes back into town to visit his family- and things get rough from there.
This is a love story full of twists and heart break, if you love a good romance novel, then you'll love this book of Fan Fiction!

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8. Stone Cobbler

     The inside of this amazing, not to mention romantic, beach house stunned me. As soon as you walked in, an open living room surrounded you, it was probably the largest room in the house. Leather couches and beach accents made up this living room. There were a few rustic looking coffee tables and one large TV.

     A step up in the dark cherry wood floors signaled that you were now in the kitchen. The kitchen had reddish brown cabinets and dark brown counters. There was an island with four stools, and stainless steel appliances. It smelled sort of like cinnamon, and outside of the large window I heard the waves crashing and the sea gulls crowing.

     After walking through the kitchen, I found myself in a large dining room that sat somewhere around fifteen to twenty people. A door to the right was opened and I, being a nosy person, poked my head through to find a decent sized powder room. After exiting the dining room, I found myself back in the open living room. It was very spacious, and you could see all the door upstairs, almost if they had a balcony to the downstairs level.

     I climbed up the long, glass stairway and glanced up and down the hallways, trying to decide which way to go. Suddenly, scaring the crap out of me, Mrs. Tomlinson touched my shoulder softly. "You are turning seventeen, so I am allowing you and Louis to share a bedroom. Please, no unprotected sex."

     I whipped around and my jaw dropped at her. Her eyes had a small twinkle in them. Now let me think about this, Louis's mom, my boyfriend's mom, just permitted me to have sex with her precious son. Her beloved, charished son. I smiled and promised her that I would make him buy condoms. She chuckled and clucked her tongue.

     I asked her, "So, which way is Louis's room?" Mrs. Tomlinson smiled, "Oh, right. I keep forget that you haven't been here before. It's to the left, the fourth door down. I thanked her and walked down the hallway to Louis's room.

     Now with my scatterbrain at what Mrs. Tomlinson had just said to me, I didn't even think to knock, and I flung open the door. And damn, I'll tell you right now I am so glad that I didn't knock. Louis was standing by the bed, with only his boxers on. His tan abs glowed in the sunlight, and I absent mindedly bit my lip. Louis noticed and smiled sexily, "Want some?"

     I dropped my luggage and suitcases and walked slowly towards him.

     He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. He leaned into kiss, and I instantly pressed hard against his abs .

     With in five minutes, we had somehow moved into the large queen bed, he somehow had gotten me to strip into a bra and my shorts. Not to mention that his tongue was two feet down my throat. And just when he reached to unbutton my pants, there was a knock at the door.

     "Shit..." Louis muttered and slid on his pants. I hid under the covers and heard the door creak open. "Oh, hey," Louis said casually. Then I heard Liam's voice, "Do you know where Bree is? I know she is supposed to share a room with you and I...uh her mom wants to talk to her." Nice cover, I thought in my head.

     "Yeah," Louis replied with some suspision in his voice, "She's in the bathroom. I'll send her down." "Thanks," I heard Liam say as Louis slammed the door in his face.

     I peeked my head over the covers. Louis turned around and eyed me suspiciously. Then he tackled me onto the bed and I laughed and shrieked, "Lou! Get off of me!" As he continued to tickle me, I thought my mom would come bursting through the door. But nobody seemed to hear us or care.

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