Breaking Free

Ever felt smothered by everyone else's idea of what your life should be like? Have you ever just wanted to say "Stop! It's my life!" to those closest to you? We all have, haven't we? I bet you were too afraid to do it though. So you kept your mouth shut, and did exactly what you always told yourself you would never do: you followed the rules set by people who don't really know you, and let THEM control your life. But what could happen if you finally just said no? If you decided to follow your own dream? Would something amazing happen? Would you fall in love? Would you find what you've been looking for your whole life? What could happen if you just...broke free?

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11. Yeah, Right.

"Louis. Louis come on, you need to wake up." Belle continued to shake her sleeping partner to try and wake him up, but Louis just snored even louder. "Louis!" She hissed yet again. No result. "Damn it..." She muttered under her breath. Finally, Belle decided she was done being nice.

"LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON!" She yelled right in Louis' ear, making his pretty blue eyes fly open in shock and his whole body jerk. His head lurched forward and made hard contact with Belle's.

"Owww..." They both said simultaneously, rubbing their now more aching foreheads. Belle was the first to open her eyes again and she saw Louis rubbing his temples and shutting his eyes tight. She couldn't help but glance down at his bare chest. His abdominal muscles were highly defined, and the sheet was laying right at his waist. The V leading down to his pelvis was...absolutely delectable, she couldn't help but think to herself.

Belle was snapped out of her staring as Louis let out a groan and slowly fluttered his eyes open. At first he just looked up at the ceiling, but then he looked down at Belle. She was sort of laying on top of him. He cocked one eyebrow and said, "Erm...Belle? Whatcha doing in my bed?"

Belle's jaw dropped in shock. "YOUR BED?" She yelled angrily, rolling off the bed and taking the sheet with her, holding it up just above her chest. Louis frantically reached behind his head and pulled the pillow around to cover his now exposed self. Belle whipped around to face him, fury in her eyes and hair flying around her face. "In case you haven't yet noticed, you're the one in my bed! This is my hotel room, Louis!" She spat out his name and stormed over to her suitcase to pull some clothes out.

"Shit," She heard Louis mumble as he looked about the room. "This is your room...but why am I--"

Louis cut himself short and Belle turned to look at him, seeing how long it would take for him to catch on. He was looking down at nothing in particular, his face muttered with confusion. Finally, his eyes widened in realization and he looked up at Belle, who nodded smugly.

"We...?" Louis said, asking the obvious question.

"Yupp." Belle said bluntly, rummaging through her suitcase for some clothes to wear.

"Shit!" Louis cursed, putting his head down in his hands. "But...how?"

Belle just rolled her eyes and stood up, a pair of jeans and a tshirt in her hands. "I don't know Louis, I don't even remember. And obviously, you don't either. So how about we just...forget this ever happened?" She asked, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face. She almost felt bad for him; his face had paled and his beautiful blue eyes were looking at her with a sort of...shame.

"I'm really sorry Belle, I'm sure this was probably all my fault, and--"

Belle cut him off with a wave of her hand. "No, no, it takes two to tango." She muttered, heading towards the bathroom. "Let's just keep this between us, and never mention it again, okay?" Louis nodded almost...sadly? Belle sighed in relief. "Okay cool. Well, uh, I'm going to take a shower now, so um...I'll see you at the meeting later?" She said as she closed the bathroom door behind her before Louis could even answer.

Belle pulled the sheet off and set her clothes down, leaning back against the door and closing her eyes to take a deep, calming breath. "What the hell have I done?" She muttered under her breath, forcing herself to open her eyes and go turn on the shower water.

Belle turned the water knob as hot as it would go. She exhaled as the scalding hot water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the night before. How in the hell had she ended up in bed with Louis Tomlinson?

Then the memory came back to her.

***

"Fuck!" Louis yelled as he fell face first onto the floor in Belle's hotel room right after she opened the door. Belle burst out laughing, clutching her stomach with one hand and holding an almost empty bottle of Smirnoff in the other. They were both drunk out of their minds.

"Oh shut it!" Louis slurred as he pushed himself up off the floor. Belle had slammed the door shut at this point and was leaned up against it, with her head thrown back in laughter. Louis stood up to his full height and looked at her with an idiotic grin on his face.

Belle lifted up her hand and pointed at Louis stupidly. "You fell down!" She sing-songed.

"I said," Louis started to say, stepping towards Belle, "You better be quiet Missy." His voice was teasing and flirty, and as he got to Belle he put an arm up above her head on the door, leaning his face down dangerously close to hers.

Belle looked up at him seductively. "Oh yeah? Or what?" She asked, biting her lower lip and batting her long eyelashes.

Louis put a finger under Belle's chin and lifted her face up even closer to his. "Oh I don't know," He said darkly, "Maybe I'll just..."

With that, Louis crashed his mouth onto Belle's. They moved perfectly in sync together, their tongues playing a dangerous dance. Louis put both of his hands on Belle's waist and pulled her body flush against his. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pretty soon, Louis was pulling Belle backwards towards the bed.

Their clothes were off within a minute, and they were getting tangled up the sheets as if they were old lovers, not two people who had just met. The alchohol intensified every single bit of physical pleasure they were each feeling.

"Louis?" Belle murmured against Louis' lips.

"Mmmm?"

"Do you...have...you know...protection?" She asked in between passionate kisses.

Louis didn't even hear her though, just murmuring things like "Damn you're so beautiful," and "The boys are going to be so jealous," against her skin as he moved his mouth away from her lips and across her jawline, gently sucking on a sensitive spot at her collarbone.

Belle moaned in pleasure, arching her back and forgetting all about using protection. All she could think about was Louis; his hands, his lips, his rock hard body. She reached her hands up and clawed at his back.

Louis broke his lips away and leaned his face back to look at Belle, his eyes wide and suggestive. "You like that, eh?" He asked flirtaciously, and Belle just rolled her eyes. Her vision was blurry from the alchohol but she could still tell that Louis was absolutely breathtaking.

"Oh shut up and fuck me," She ordered him, grabbing at his neck and pulling his face down to meet hers in yet another passionate kiss.

***

"Damn it!" Belle yelled, slamming her fist against the shower wall as she recalled everything with Louis; every kiss, every caress, every moan. It had been wonderful, yet so, so wrong. She had just met the guy, not to mention he was a celebrity that she was now working with! This was so beyond screwed up.

Belle took in a deep breath and tried to block out everything from her mind. As she washed her body and hair, and shaved her legs, she sang at the top of her lungs to push away the memories and the worry. It seemed to work.

When Belle was finished, she stepped out of the shower, dried off, and got changed. She towel dried her hair and decided to let it dry the rest of the way in natural waves. Her makeup was in the bathroom with her, so she applied it as well.

When Belle was satisfied with her look, she took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door to her room. She sighed in massive relief when she realized that Louis had already left. He must have been as eager to get away from Belle as she was to get away from him.

Belle stepped over to her phone and unlocked it, seeing that she had a number of text messages.

From: Liam-Daddy-Direction

Belle where are youuuu? You left me with Nialler, and he's acting crazzyyyyy. xx

 

From: The Sexy Irish Leprachaun

Belle u r so butiful nd u can sing so good i rlly wanna ask u out on a date or smthn but liam says no will u nywayz? xxxxxxxx

 

Belle chuckled. Those two texts were from last night, and Niall had obviously been shitfaced drunk. She had three more from this morning that she still needed to check though.

 

From: Bradford Bad Boy

Hey babe xx. Where'd you go last night? We missed you :( See you at the meeting with management today!

 

From: The Curly Haired Sex God

Why did you let me take home that blonde girl Belle she was horrrrid!! Where did you go anyways? And have you heard anything from Louis, he disappeared too. Did you get some?? ;) haha text me back b4 the meeting today! xx

 

From: LouisTheSexySuperman

Last night just came back to me. Idk if u remember it yet or not, but just wanted to say im sorry. It was a mistake. Text/call me if u want or i'll just c u at the meeting. Sorry Belle.

 

Belle cringed at Louis' text. He had sent it only twenty minutes ago. Great, now they both were going to have to see each other in just - Belle checked the time on her phone - thirty minutes, with every single detail of last night fresh in their mind.

Sighing in frustration and worry, Belle sat down on the bed and sent quick texts back to Liam, Niall, Harry, and Zayn saying that she had taken a cab home last night since when she started to feel sick from drinking and dancing so much, and that she couldn't wait to see them at the meeting. She sent a different message to Louis though.

 

To: LouisTheSexySuperman

i remember last night too and it was a mistake but lets just 4get a/b it. i told the boys i crashed here by myself last night, u can tell them whatever u want just not the truth. we do need to talk sometime though. lets not get awkward ok?

Belle pressed send but immediately started typing again.

To: LouisTheSexySuperman

lets just be..."friends that just met and had sex but are pretending it never happened because they're working together". ok? ;)

When Belle pressed send on the second message she sighed and flopped back on the bed, shutting her eyes and taking deep breaths. It only took about a minute for her phone to vibrate. She opened her eyes and held her phone above her face to read the message.

From: LouisTheSexySuperman

That sounds perfect babe. See you soon!:)

Belle exhaled in relief and set her phone back down, closing her eyes and smiling to herself.

So she and Louis were going to pretend they never had sex, go on this tour together, be just friends and nothing more, and not be awkward around each other.

Yeah, right.

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