Last First Kiss (Sequel to "This Kiss", COMPLETED!)

*You must read the first one to understand this*
When you go back to school in September (or in our case late August) and people ask you how your summer was. And they except you to tell them that it was great! You went to the beach, met a cute guy blablabla! Well that's partly true for me. Sure my parents died and I was forced to move to California to live with my grandmother. But that could happen to anyone. I nearly died in a surfing accident, met Louis Tomlinson (and fell even more in love with him), broke his heart, watched my friends fall in love with 2 of his friends, forced to have the annoying (but beautiful) Eleanor Calder live with me and drive me completely insane, and on top of all that my ex-boyfriend Jack shows up and kidnaps me. And yes I'm still in his custody. Will I get saved? Who knows? Just read it(:
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31. Feeling Loved

Wassup Guiiisseee??? Sorry It's been so long (sorry not sorry). I've been busy and everything. If any of you are reading Band Baby I probably still won't update that because I seriously have no idea what to do because I want to go forward a few months and I don't know how to do that.... Okay... So... Yeah... The chapter...Okay...Bye...

 

CHAPTER 1

BIANCA'S POV

Louis crunched down on his carrots as I leaned against his chest, his arms loosely around me. 

"I don't get it. So that girl is cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend?" asked Louis, interrupting the Korean Drama. I nodded my head, smiling.

"Mhmm. Isn't that terrible?" 

"But, why? Her boyfriend seems nice."

"I think it's the whole 'forbidden' thing."

"That's so stupid," said Louis, taking another bite out of his carrot. I nodded my head, agreeing, as I took a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and shoved it into my mouth. 

"Are they kissing now?" cried Louis, leaning forward, making me lean forward. 

"Yup."

"But she has her boyfriend! And he's good to her!"

"I know. It's terrible."

"You'd never do that, would you?" asked Louis. I leaned my head back and looked at him, upside down. I smiled.

"Of course not! Your best friend is Harry, and frankly, he is like in love with Elizabeth...soooo..." Louis rolled his eyes and pushed me playfully. I laughed and then reached up and got the remote, turning off the television. 

"Let's go see what everyone's up to," I said, getting up, wearing my pajamas. Louis smiled as I helped him up, he was also wearing his pajamas. We tiptoed in the dark hallway and opened up Liam's room. He leaned in above me and we both looked through the crack that the door had made. I gasped.

"Is that Olivia?" I whispered, looking up at Louis. Louis smiled mischievously. 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked quietly, quickly looking down at me. I mirrored his smile and nodded my head. Simultaneously, we burst through the door and started singing.

"OLIVIA AND LIAM SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G! FIRST COMES LOVE THEN COMES MARRIAGE THEN COMES A BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE THAT'S NOT ALL THAT'S NOT ALL UNFORTUNATELY THE BABY LOOKS LIKE LIAAAAMMM!" 

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN RHYME!" cried Liam as Olivia stared at us in shock. 

"And I thought it was just Elizabeth and Niall who were always making out," I scolded her. 

"Oh whatever, as if you and Louis don't," said Olivia, her face already red. I felt my face turn equally as red, thinking about making out with Louis. 

"And at least we do it in the PRIVACY of Liam's room," justified Olivia. 

"Speaking of Elizabeth and Niall," I said sitting down. I heard Louis sigh behind me. He probably just wanted some alone time with me. And by the look on Liam's face, he was also hoping the same thing. Olivia adjusted herself as she scooted closer to me.

"What is up with them? Elizabeth has barely been talking and she's always talking! That and she's been avoiding everyone. Even Niall," I said. 

"Yeah....I noticed," said Olivia, nodding her head.

"Should we talk to her about it?" I asked.

"We should probably leave her alone until she wants to talk about whatever she needs to talk about," said Olivia. I nodded my head, agreeing. 

"You're probably right," I said dejectedly.

"Can you please tell Liam that I'm always right?" asked Olivia, glaring over at Liam. Liam rolled his eyes and chuckled. 

"Liam, Olivia is always right," I said sternly. Louis laughed.

"Next she'll be saying that she's always right!" he exclaimed, hitting Liam on the back as he referred to me. I crossed my arms across my chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, letting my lower lip jut out in a pout, "I am too always right."

"Sure," said Louis.

"Well, you're not always right!" I exclaimed, standing up. He stood up with me.

"I'm more right than anyone in this household!" Louis cried, triumphantly. Everyone scoffed.

"What?"

"You're more like a child, and I'm always having to take care of you!" I cried. Louis looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his, and I saw that mischievous glint that I've come to love.

"Oh no," I sighed.

"Oh yes!" he cried as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Louis William Tomlinson! Let me down this instant!" I cried pounding on his back with my tiny fists. But I knew I wasn't doing anything, I wasn't putting much force into it.

"I'm so confused," I heard Olivia mutter before we left. Louis carried me to his room as I silently told him to let me down since everyone was still sleeping. He led me into his room and turned on the light, dropping me onto his bed. 

"What time is it?" Harry groaned. 

"Harry, you need to leave this room," ordered Louis, pointing to the door.

"Oh, no! Harry doesn't need to leave... I don't want to disturb his sleeping."

"He needs to leave," said Louis. Harry smiled as he looked between the two of us. 

"Okaaay. I'll give you two your privacy and sleep on the couch," he said heading towards the door. My eyes widened as I interpreted his meaning.

"It's not like that!" Louis and I both exclaimed. 

"Whaaatevverrrr," Harry called as he closed the door behind him, "Not judging!"  I pushed myself up into a sitting position and mock glared at Louis. 

"What?"

"Why am I here?" 

"So I can take care of you," said Louis, innocently.

"I don't need to be taken care of," I said. He stared at me with those smoldering blue eyes and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, you do. Your parent's anniversary is tomorrow," he whispered. I cast my eyes downward. God dang it, he knew me so well. He put his hand on my chin and forced me to look up at him. 

"You don't need to be afraid to cry in front of me. I know how unhappy you've been feeling, even though you have a smile on your face all the time," he said. I felt myself tear up, and I quickly looked away from him. He crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I let my head rest against his chest and felt myself start to sob. He petted my hair and told me how they were in a better place now. How I didn't need to worry. And how he knew they were so proud of me. Soon the sobs subsided, and by that time it was past midnight. It was my parent's death anniversary. It had already been a year. I reached around my neck and turned towards him.

"Remember when I broke up with you?" I asked him. His face darkened as he remembered.

"Yeah."

"And remember how you gave me that teddy bear and the necklace? Because you thought I was upset that you forgot our anniversary?" I asked him. He nodded slowly, wondering where I was going with this.

"I always wear it, you know. The necklace," I whispered. He smiled and looked at the necklace I was fingering. 

"It's my heart. And you'll always have it," he said meeting my eyes.

"You're so good to me," I barely whispered.

"Hopefully you won't go after my best friend," he joked and I laughed, pushing him slightly away. 

"As if." I said, smiling. 

"Bianca... I love you," whispered Louis, his face inches from mine. I smiled. I finally knew how to answer that.

"I love you too, Louis," I whispered back, a smile on my face. We both leaned in and found each other's lips. He pulled me closer to him, so that I was straddling him. I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair and smile to myself. 

He was mine. All mine. 

And we loved each other. 

What could go wrong? 

 

 

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