When I scurried out of the room after changing, I wasn't sure if I was ready to face him. How awkward was being caught in an intimate position with your supposed best friend by the father of your baby.
I didn't know if Travis came inside too, but if he did, the situation would be horrendous. I was scared of what was going to be the outcome of the moment we just shared. I did not want anything to ruin our friendship, nothing at all. And the most prominent thing that was threatening to come in between our friendship was how he made me feel.
That little moment we shared had me all worked up. I even took a quick cold shower, hoping it would cool me down a bit. It had been ages since I felt horny and I kept mentally scolding myself for getting trapped in such a situation and letting my hormones take over.
When I walked towards the living room, Louis was looking at the wall full of our pictures. There were pictured of me with Travis, Danielle, and Millie. There were some other pictures of both of them with Millie and some were of the time when I was still pregnant. In short, the whole wall was covered with stupid pictures.
I wasn't sure of how long he had been in the same position. When I walked near him, peeking over his shoulder, I noticed that he was staring at a picture of me, Travis and Millie, all three of us carelessly sprawled all over the grass, Millie squished between the two of us. Her tiny hands were covering our nose and mouth partially. All three of us had goofy grins plastered on our faces, unaware of the moment being captured by Danielle.
I snickered at the memory and Louis' already rigid posture became much more tense. I felt my mood drop in an instant when my eyes met his.
The whirlpool in his eyes held anger, sorrow, regret, but what made my eyes water was the pain that they held. It stood out from the others and I looked away, not capable or strong enough to hold the intensity.
I hadn't realized how close we were until I could hear his ragged breathing. I immediately stepped away from him, looking at his clenching and unclenching hands.
After some agonizingly silent minutes, he seemed to have calmed down as his posture was nowhere as rigid as before. When I looked him in the eyes once again, the only two emotions which still lingered on his face were sorrow and regret.
If I wasn't sure of my decision before, I had absolutely no doubt about it now. I could practically feel his emotions in my heart. How could I ever succeed in causing him more pain? How would I be able to live with that?
He blinked couple of times and exhaled loudly, successfully covering up his emotions.
I motioned for him to have a seat on the couch while I did so myself. I was still not comfortable around him and I knew that it would take some time, but we'd be fine.
Without objecting, he made himself comfortable, a serious and pretty rare look on his face. "So?" He asked expectantly, even though he already knew my decision.
"So, I've made the decision."I said as calmly as I could when actually, my insides were jumping at the thought of how he would react. He nodded, indicating me to continue. "And even after what happened, I don't think I have the right to keep you away from her. That would just be cruel on my part. She doesn't deserve to suffer because of our stupidity and mistakes. What happened between the two of us, stays between the two of us. And I really respect you for taking my opinion into consideration before just jumping and taking her away. It meant a lot. She needs you and I'm not gonna become a barrier."
His eyes lit up, even though he knew that the decision was mostly made for Millie and her benefit. He seemed overwhelmed with the joy of being able to take part in his daughter's life. Without second thoughts, he moved closer to me and engulfed me in a tight, warm hug, leaving me absolutely frozen and stiff.
"Thank you. Thank you so, so, much. Your opinion was really important and this matters a lot." He showed his appreciation and pulled me even closer.
My heart started thudding loudly and my body felt like it was on fire. I didn't hug him back even though every single cell in my body was screaming at me to do so. It took every ounce of strength I had in me to let him show his gratitude without seeking comfort from his touch myself. I closed my eyes and started breathing through my mouth since I didn't wanna embarrass myself by inhaling his scent rather loudly, and him noticing it. It scares me to no end. Knowing that my body still reacted to his touch this way. I though I was over him but a single hug, and I'm back to phase one.
When he shaped out of his trance and noticed what he was doing, his body tensed and he quickly backed away, clearing his throat awkwardly. He was looking at me like I would slap him for doing that and kick him it right away. Like he was afraid of how he would react to him getting closer to me without my consent.
What he didn't know was that he could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in his hands...
(a/n)- Sorry for the late update but it was Eid and Eid Mubarak to all... I was a bit busy with some family stuff and some other directioner stuff so sorry again...
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