I made Harry leave that night after reassuring him that I would be fine on my own for the night. The next morning came bright and early, my alarm clock shrieking at me to get up and get ready fro work. I rubbed my eyes and sleepily made my way to my bathroom. I lazily washed my face and brushed my teeth, eyeing my reflection as I undid my braid and ran a brush through my thick hair. Flipping my hair over, I pull it into a loose bun on the top of my head. I sigh and give my reflection one last look before shutting off my light and exiting the bathroom.
I clamped my hand down over my mouth, my free hand resting on my chest where my heart would be. Louis was sprawled out on my bed, his head lazily rolling towards my direction as I walked in.
“Jesus, Lou. Start making your presence known. One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack.” I mildly scold, shaking my head as I cross my arms over my chest, still lightly upset form his behavior the day before.
“I was going to surprise you with a breakfast in bed but I didn’t know you worked today.” He replied simply, motioning to the brown paper bag on my dresser. The light scent of cinnamon and bacon drifted to me, making my stomach growl.
“Well, thanks.” I say, grabbing the bag and crawling onto the bed beside him. He’s quiet as I distribute the food, my eyes staying focused though I could feel his eyes on my face.
“Did he stay the night?” Louis asked, catching my attention.
“Lou, if he stayed the night he would still be here. But, to answer your question, no. He left last night.” I answer, rolling my eyes at him.
“Did he find my joggers comfortable?” He asked, his tone thick with sarcasm.
I glanced over the pile of clothes in the floor from where I told Harry to leave them. I forgot to put them in the hamper after I dried his clothes for him.
“I wore those actually. Harry had a pair of dads.” I lied, slowly eating my breakfast.
He simply nodded his head, biting into his biscuit as he watched me eat. The silence was strong, my meaningless conversation caught in my throat as I struggle at making conversation. Seconds later Louis breaks everything.
“You know I love you, right?” he begins, putting his biscuit down as he gives me his full attention. I nod my head, swallowing hard as my stomach turns, a bad feeling beginning to grow.
“Honour. I need your full attention. Listen to me.” He says, raising his eyebrows as he speaks slowly.
“I love you.” He repeats, his blue-green eyes studying my face for the reaction.
“Yeah, I know Lou. I love you too.” I reply slowly, hoping that would be the end of the conversation as I placed the last bit of my food in my mouth, chewing carefully.
He sighed, frustration clear on his face as he stood from my bed and began to pace back and forth. I kept silent, swallowing hard as I watched him with concerned eyes. He stops and quickly faces me, chewing his bottom lip nervously before gripping my hand. I stumbled off of the bed, my body slamming into his as he held me close, keeping me form colliding with the floor.
His hands roughly grip my face, a surprised squeak escaping as he pressed his lips fully onto mine. I lightly pushed against him, trying to untangle myself from him before he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine. His breaths are in pants, his lips placing a more gentle kiss on mine.
“I’m in love with you, Honour.”