Falling

Jess is just starting her second semester of being a Junior in high school. To start the semester off, she volunteers to show the new kid around the school. Mainly because she gets to skip gym class, but also because she is intrigued by the idea of meeting someone new. Over the first month of school, Jess becomes really close friend with the new student, but who wouldn't become best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He's funny, entertaining, and not to mention cute, but Jess would never admit to thinking that. Louis is always there for Jess, especially when she gets heart shattering news that changes everything.

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17. Sixteen.

Louis's POV

I woke up to the scent of Jess' sweet perfume and the sight of my sweet angel laying in my arms. Her nose was pressed against my chest, one of her legs between mine. It was an amazing sensation to wake up to; I certainly didn't want to move. But, it was Tuesday, and we had school. I felt a sense of relief knowing that I could be there for Jess today.

My girl is strong. I respect her so much for that. I wouldn't know what it's like to have someone you love and care about suddenly be taken away from you and sent to a hospital for something so horrible. Jess knows that she has to be strong, for her parents, for John, for Jared, but mostly for herself. She doesn't tell her family how scared she is. She doesn't tell her family how badly this is eating her up on the inside. I'm lucky that she does that with me, so lucky to have her trust me with her inner thoughts and worries. Jess has told me so many times that she is thankful to have me there for her, to hold her when she cries, to listen to her when she needs to talk, to whisper sweet nothings to her when she doesn't have the strength to say anything. I'm glad to be the person in her life that is always there for her no matter what. To know that I can help her smile at least once makes me feel so honored to be in her life.

Jess is strong, but even strong people have breaking points. Jess' just happens to be her little brothers.

“Louis. You're staring at me, and it's creeping me out,” Jess spoke with a soft giggle.

“Sorry. You look so cute laying in my arms,” I said, tucking a piece of her hair beging her ear.

“You're staring at me again,” her fingers danced across my chest.

I loved the feeling of her light touches on my skin.

“Sorry,” I smiled at her.

“Stop it!” She squealed, giving my chest a hard shove, hard enough to knock me off my bed and onto the floor.

Jess moved to the side of the bed, hanging her head off the edge to look at me. When she saw me on the ground, she burst out laughing. When Jess laughs, she throws her head back, her eyes crinkle in the corners, her cheeks turn red, and her whole face lights up. It's a spectacle that I never grow tired of watching.

“You're a bully,” I said, sitting up.

“Oh, my gosh. Louis, you're bleeding,” she fumbled to get out of the blankets quickly.

She sat in front of me, holding my arm in her hand. Her touch made my skin feel like it was on fire, but, sure enough, my elbow was bleeding.

“I feel so bad,” she frowned.

“You really are a bully,” I smiled at the way she looked at me like she was really guilty, as if she had broken my arm or something.

“I'm so sorry,” she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand.

“Jess, I'm kidding. It's just an elbow. Will you get a band aid for me, though?”

“Of course,” she stood up, kissing me on the forehead as she left the room.

When she came back, she smiled and sat crisscross in front of me. She took my arm again and started cleaning up my elbow. Her touch was careful and slow, like she didn't want to injure me further. She gently dabbed at the cut, before taking out a band aid and covering it up.

“There. All fixed,” she nodded.

“You have to kiss the booboo to make it feel better,” I said.

Jess scoffed but kissed my elbow anyway. She stood up, holding her hand out to me to help me stand up. She pulled me into a hug.

“I want to wake up next to you every morning,” she whispered in my ear.

Chills ran down spine as her lips softly touched my ear as she spoke.

“I don't. You produce a lot of body heat when you sleep,” I told her, sitting back down on my bed.

“I do not.”

“You really do. And you hog all the covers.”

“At least my breath doesn't smell like dog poop when I wake up,” she snapped back at me, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her back to me.

I smiled at her childishness, sneaking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her body. She giggled, her small hands wrapping around mine. She leaned backwards into my chest, soft giggle escaping her lips as I kissed the side of her neck.

“You know I'm joking, right?” I asked her, using my hands to turn her body around so she was facing me. “Good, because I would absolutely love to wake up next to you everyday.”

“What's got you acting so lovey-dovey?” She smiled up at me.

“I'm just in a good mood, I guess.”

“I like it when you're in a good mood.”

“I like you,” I told her.

“You're cute,” Jess laughed, walking away from me.

“I know I am.”

“Wow. Cocky much?”

“I'm just aware of my awesomeness, I wouldn't necessarily consider that cocky.”

“Actually, cocky is the perfect word to describe you,” Jess nodded, picking up a shirt from my dresser. “Can I wear this to school today?”

“Go right ahead,” I told her, smiling at the thought of her wearing my clothes.

“Cool. I'm going to go shower then. I'll be back.”

When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and my Vans t-shirts. Her hair was down, my favorite look on her, and she looked beautiful. She always looks beautiful.

“If you don't stop staring at me, I'm going to punch you in the face,” Jess said.

“Excuse me for wanting to look at my girlfriend,” I told her, standing up and walking into the bathroom.

When I came out, Jess wasn't in my room anymore. I grabbed my school stuff and went downstairs, assuming that Jess was now in the kitchen.

“Jess, I hope you are making me bacon,” I called out.

“Make you own bacon, pig,” she said from her spot on the kitchen counter.

“Well, if I were a pig, which I am not, I would not want bacon, as that would be cannibalism.”

“Smart ass.”

“I'm feeling the love,” I smiled at her. “Please make me bacon?”

“You're puppy dog eyes will not work on me, Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Have you become immune to my magical powers?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” she responded.

When I sat down on the counter next to her, our knees touched. Jess reached for my hand and placed her small one in mine.

“I like it when you hold my hand,” I told her, placing out intertwined hands on my thigh.

Jess looked at me with a beautiful smile on her face and leaned over to kiss me.

“Let's skip school and kiss all day,” Jess said.

“I'm actually looking forward to going to school today,” I told her, jumping off the counter .

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out the milk.

“Are you crazy?”

“Crazy hungry. Do you want some cereal?”

“Yes, please,” she said sweetly.

I grabbed a couple bowls and poured the milk into the bowl, followed by the cereal. I handed her a bowl and sat back on the counter.

“You make cereal wrong,” she told me.

“There isn't a wrong way to make cereal,” I said back.

“Yes, there is,” she argued, putting a spoonful of cheerios in her mouth.

“Enlighten me.”

“Well, there are two ways to make a bowl of cereal. You either put the milk in first or the cereal in first. You put the milk in first. Which is the wrong way,” she said with a casual shrug.

“Actually, no. Putting the cereal in the bowl first in the wrong way,” I said, bumping my shoulder into hers.

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

“You're weird.”

“You make cereal wrong,” Jess said with a smug grin.

She gave my knee a pat with a sarcastic smile on her face and handed me her empty bowl. I stuck my tongue out at her and hopped off the counter to put our bowls in the sink.

“If I admit that I make cereal wrong, will you kiss me?” I asked her.

I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, so I could stand between them.

“No, we have to go to school,” Jess said, pushing me away from her eliciting a groan from me. “No complaining.”

“But I want to make out,” I whined with a pout.

“Maybe later, but I don't want to be late,” she told me, pushing my shoulder.

I pouted at her, but stepped out of her way so I could help her down. I held out my hand for her to take as she hopped off the counter, holding her hand in mine as I lead her to the hall closest to get out shoes.

“I'm glad that I'm going to be there for you today, Jess,” I smiled at her.

“I'm glad that you're going to be there, too. If I'm being honest, yesterday was so hard without you. I just--”

I cut her off. “Hey. Stop thinking about it. There's no point in worrying about something that's in the past,” I told her, placing my hand on her cheek.

She shut her eyes and sighed, leaning her head against my hand. She kept her eyes shut for a second longer, just breathing. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with the most sincere, loving smile.

“You're the best,” she said to me, turning her head to kiss the palm of my hand.

“I try,” I replied.

The car ride to school was peaceful as we held hands and listened to the radio. I listened to Jess hum softly along to the pop songs that where playing, smiling as she bobbed her head to the beat.

“You're cute,” I told her as I parked in front of the school.

She hummed in response.

“What's wrong?” I turned to look at her.

“I'm just nervous to go inside,” she sighed.

“You know you don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to. You don't owe anyone a response,” I reminded her.

“I know, but I don't want to seem rude,” Jess said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“You aren't going to seem rude because you don't want people prying into your life.”

Jess shrugged again. She sighed and unbuckled before she leaned over to give me a hug. I grabbed onto her waist and tried to pull her onto my waist.

“Louis,” she giggled. “We're in the school parking lot.”

“I don't care. You wouldn't kiss me this morning, because you didn't want to be late, so now we're super early. We have plenty of time to kiss a little.”

She turned in her seat, looking around the parking lot, which was relatively empty, before looking at me with her bottom lip between her teeth. “What if someone walks by?”

“No one's going to care,” I told her.

She looked around one last time before she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. I once again grabbed her waist, this time successfully pulling her onto my lap. I reached a hand down to adjust the seat, leaning the seat back so it was reclined. Jess giggled against my lips but continued to kiss me anyway. My fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt and rested on the soft skin of her hips.

“Have I ever told you that I love the way you look when you wear my shirts?” I questioned.

“A few time, yes,” she smiled, placing her lips back on mine.

We kissed until Jess got nervous, as more and more students began showing up to school. She told me that she really didn't want anyone to see us, that enough people would be talking about her already, she didn't want another reason to be the center of the school's gossip. I told her that she was being ridiculous, that no one would bother talking about, but she wasn't having it. She crawled back into the passenger seat, smoothing out her hair before she got out of the car to grab her bag from the backseat.

“Okay, I have a question,” I said, as Jess met me on my side of the car.

“Lay it on me,” she said. “Whoa, flashback to the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh, you mean when I flirted with you nonstop, and you never noticed?” I asked, bumping my hip into hers.

Jess giggled. “Yeah, I get it. I'm oblivious to everything. Now ask your question, Tomlinson.”

“What are you more nervous about: everyone knowing you're dating me or everyone talking about Jared?” I asked her.

The thought of Jess being embarrassed to date me slipped into my head last night and hasn't left since then.

“I'm actually really excited for people to know that we're dating now,” she laced her fingers with mine.

I smiled to myself, squeezing her hand. I felt better knowing she would tell people we were dating with a proud smile on her face and not an awkward grimace. She liked me just as much as I liked her and that made me happy. Very happy.

“Me, too,” I agree.

With that, we walked into the school, hand in hand, a smile permanently etched into my face.

“Louis lives!” Bentley said, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

My hand slipped out of Jess' as I greeted him and Garret and as she greeted the girls, but it didn't take long for out hands to come back together.

“It's kind of weird to see you two holding hands,” Garret said.

“I think it's cute,” Jenna said, looking up from her phone with a smile.

“It's weird in a cute way,” Abigail added.

“Why is it weird?” Jess asked.

“Just because I'm used to seeing you guys pick on each other like siblings,” Garret answered.

“You're such a boy,” Hannah said.

“And I have the parts to prove it,” Garret grinned, earning a high five from Bentley and smack on the arm from Hannah.

“So, are we all still going camping next week?” Jess asked, mindlessly swinging our arms back and forth.

“I'm still in,” Abigail said.

“Me too,” Bentley said, wrapping his arm around Abigail's waist.

“We're in,” Garret said, speaking on behalf of both him and Hannah.

“What about you?” Jess asked, looking at me.

“If you're still going, then I'll be there,” I told her.

“Gross,” Jenna gagged.

I laughed and placed a single kiss to Jess' forehead, before we changed the topic. It felt great to be back with my friends again, laughing and talking about stupid things. I hadn't realized how much I missed it while Jess and I were gone, but I really did. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Jess, but sometimes I need some guy time.

“So, you and Jess, huh?” Garret said, nudging me in the side.

“Yep,” I smiled, subconsciously squeezing Jess' hand.

“How did that happen?” Garret asked.

“I don't really know,” I chuckled.

“I hope you don't mind me asking, but what about that date you two went on?” Bentley asked. “Jess told Jenna, Jenna told Hannah, Hannah told me,” he added.

“Well. I'm still upset with how it ended, but I guess I'm over it?” I said, but it came out as a question.

Sure, I'm happier than I've ever been, but that date really did stink. Jess really hurt my feelings, and I know that she didn't mean to, but it upset me a lot.

“You sure about that?” Garret raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged.

“That doesn't matter because you two seem happy now,” Bentley commented.

“We are,” I smiled again.

The boys and I continued to talk until the bell rang, when we said out goodbyes and headed to our first hour classes. Jess and I walked to class, still holding hands.

“You're hands are really soft,” Jess told me, as we sat down at our desks.

“Thanks, Jess,” I paused. “Why don't we have pet names for each other?”

“Because I like the way you say my name.”

“Okay, that works for me,” I smiled.

The final bell rang, signaling the start of class, and Mrs. Folley began teaching. It was really boring, as were all of my class, but I got to spend them with Jess, which made it all worth it. I had forgotten how much fun class can be with Jess sitting next to me. We made faces at each other, passes meaningless notes, and even had a few subtle staring contests. It made the day go by faster. It was hard to not get up in the middle of class and kiss her, especially when she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

When Jess and I walked into history together, I felt Jess tense up at the sight of Kyle sitting on top of the desk in front of hers. I remembered what she had told me about Kyle yesterday, how he wouldn't stop bugging her until she told hm why she was gone. It bothered me that he had upset her to the point that she didn't feel comfortable being in the same room as him.

“Are you two dating?” Kyle asked obnoxiously, as Jess and I walked past him.

Jess hesitated. “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” He asked again, already getting on my nerves.

“That is none of your business,” I told Kyle, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I was just asking. There's no need to get all defensive.”

“Well, since you annoyed the crap out of my girlfriend yesterday, I don't think you have the right to ask her any more questions.”

“I think I have the right to do whatever I want, Tomlinson,” Kyle shot back, standing up and walking over to me.

“Back off, Anderson,” I warned him.

“What are you going to do about it?” Kyle asked, stepping closer to me.

“Louis,” Jess whispered.

I tore my eyes away from Kyle to look at Jess. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, and she looked at me with pleading eyes, silently asking me to stop. I looked at Kyle one last time, before I pulled Jess away from him and to our desks. But, not before I raised my middle finger at Kyle.

“Louis, I saw that. Detention after school,” Mrs. Brey said, entering the room. “And welcome back.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Lou,” Jess whispered.

I looked at her to see her looking at Mrs. Brey, her hand extended out to me. There was a note in her hand. I took it, my fingers grazing hers as I did so.

I opened the small piece of paper and saw a frowning face sketched onto the paper. I smiled to myself and wrote back, saying that I was going to miss her lips while I was stuck here. I tossed it onto her desk and watched her blush as she opened it. She looked over at me and licked her lips, writing back to me. She leaned over in her chair and placed the note on my thigh, her fingers lingers on my clothed leg. I shifted in my seat and opened the note. The note told me that she was going to cry because she would have to wait longer to see me shirtless. We continued to pass notes for the rest of class.

When the bell rang, Jess came up to me. “Passing notes with you makes class so much easier.”

“I know. I really do make life easier,” I replied, my arm going around her waist.

“God, you are so cocky,” she laughed. “Amy asked me about Jared in class today. When we were doing our partner work.”

“Oh. Are you okay?”

“Surprisingly, yeah. She wanted to know what was happening with him and how he's doing. It wasn't as awful as I was expecting it to be.”

“I get that, yeah.”

“I'm not worried about talking to people about him anymore.”

“That's awesome, Jess. I'm so proud of you for being so strong,” I told her, placing a kiss on her temple.

“You're fantastic,” she said, kissing me on the lips.

“I hate it when you only give me a small kiss; All I want to do is kiss you until I die.”

“I think I would be okay with that.”

“I don't want to go to detention,” I whined, wrapping my arms around her body.

“You're really clingy today,” Jess laughed.

“Sorry,” I laughed with her.

I knew that I was being overly affectionate, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to make things up to her for not being there yesterday. She knows how much I care about her, and I know that she would never hold my absence yesterday against me. I couldn't help but feel bad. And she knows that I have strong feelings for her, but I don't think she knows the extent of my feelings. She will know someday, but, for now, I feel fine with her only knowing that I like her.

The word 'love' will be thrown into the mix later.

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