Our Secret

They say the best way to keep a secret is to pretend there isn't one, but what happens for Rayne Strotter when keeping a secret is all she can do. Stressed out and confused by what life has thrown her way, she decides to follow her heart and take the risk for love with Louis Tomlinson. The only problem is getting caught, but sneaky is Rayne's middle name.


3. You Forgot Something

Rayne's POV 
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed in unfamiliar clothes with an unfamiliar arm wrapped around me. What the hell? 
I now started to remember what had happened last night. Louis had kissed me after telling me I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. I'd let him kiss me and when we pulled away, we both couldn't stop ourselves from smiling like idiots. 
Then, he bought me a drink and maybe a couple more as the night went on, but all I can recall is having one of the best nights of my life with the boy sleeping next to me now, Louis. I could now feel him startling a bit like he was awakening.

" Good morning Gorgeous", Louis said in the most sexy morning voice I'd ever heard.

" Good morning", I mumbled shifting around so his arm wasn't still slung over me.

" In case you're wondering what happened last night.... we didn't... you know... do anything..." Louis says awkwardly, stretching and sitting up.

" I wasn't worried about that at all", I flirt following Louis lead by getting up. " I should really get back home though", I say as Louis gives me a puppy dog face with a quivering lip.

In that second I receive a text from Jen. OMG! WHERE JEN?!? I'm like the worst best friend ever. I totally forgot about her and haven't seen her since she "went to the bathroom". I win out my phone to be relieved with this:

"Don't worry about me. I went home last night after it got too much for me and I couldn't find you anywhere. What I mean to say is that you're going to need to find a ride home, but you're good at making friends.

" Hey Louis?" 
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Can you drive me home?"

And in seconds I'm in Louis' s car as he drives me home. He owns a red Mustang making me know he has a great amount of money. If he saw my crappy car, he'd probably laugh about it for the rest of his life. I knew I wasn't anything like Louis. I wasn't rich and spoiled or had anything near as nice things as Louis, but he didn't have to know that. Maybe he wouldn't care, but I did.

I had to think of a plan that would involve me not getting in trouble with my parents. It hit me, I would have Louis drop me off a couple blocks away from my house and walk back to my actual house to tell my parents I'd spent the night at Jen's house. They always believed me when I said I was with Jen or at her house. This way, Louis didn't even have to know what kind of life I lived or what kind of house I lived in. 
"So where am I suppose to be going?", Louis asked me as we stopped at a red light.
" Uhh.. do you know where Comet Street is?" I said remembering this nice, peaceful, large house that dominated that street that would temporarily be mine.
"Actually yes. I do. One of my friends lives on that street.", he answered. " Do you know Charlie Mathinson?"
"Ummm.. yeah. Sure. He's nice" I say hearing the shakiness in my voice and hoping he can't tell a difference. 
All I can hear is his music cranked up high with this terrible noise coming from it.
"What is this?" I ask changing the subject.
" Cmon tell me you like "The Cure" he said looking disappointed if I said anything but yes.
" I'm sorry, but I don't know who they even are?" I say blushing. 
" Then what kind of crap do you listen to?", he asks.
" hmm.. Switchfoot, 5SOS, Beyonce,  Taylor Swift, Maroon 5-"
"Okay .. I get it.", he says laughing and playfully pushing my leg with one hand that's not on the steering wheel. 
" If you ask something, expect an answer!" I sass back as I notice we are pulling onto Comet Street. 
" So which one is yours?" He asks.
" The one in the back ... over there.. With the white fence and lots of flowers. My mom loves to garden.".
It was true my mom loved gardening, but this garden wasn't hers. 
" You have a nice house.", he commented.
I couldn't help feeling a little guilty after lying to him considering he'd been so honest with me about everything. 
" Thank you", I reply choking down the spit that had formed in the back of my throat.
I swung around to open the door to start walking away and up the driveway that didn't belong to me, but Louis grabbed me arm and spun me around towards him so our eyes were looking deeply into each other. I didn't know how he did it , he made me feel like a complete mess but perfectly neat at the same time. 
" You forgot this", he said pulling my lips to his. He cradled my face gently like he was afraid to hurt me, but I didn't mind at all. I rested my hands on his shoulders and let Louis do all the leading. Although there wasn't much to lead, since it was a simple kiss. He was taking it slow with me, differently than any other guy had done. I loved that about him. 
Wait.... what was I saying?!? LOVE? I didn't love Louis I barely knew him. He was just a stranger to me... A stranger with soft lips, beautiful eyes, and the biggest heart I've seen. So maybe I liked Louis... ALOT. But I certainly didn't love him. 
After we ended the kiss, I started to get up and leave again before Louis pulled me back again. 
"You forgot this", he said in the same tone as before. 
" Louis I can't just keep kissing you all day...", I say.
" No, no", Louis says laughing a little as he pulls out a chunk of paper and a pen from his console and scribbles something on it. "Here.. take it", he extends his arm with the folded piece of paper. 
I take it and he speeds away in his fancy car as I open up the note to see his phone number and under it "Call me, Louis " with a heart by his name. He can be such a flirt when he wants to.
"We'll see", I yell to him, making both of us smile.
I walk up my fake  driveway until he's out of sight. Then, I run home holding out the note he gave me and inspecting his handwriting. It's pretty neat for a guy's handwriting. But most of all, I look at the little heart Louis tacked on by his name. Do I love him? Would he love me back if I did?

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