When You Let Your Heart Win
I don't even have to look to know that that's Louis. He always texts me about fifty million times to get me up whenever he's not around. Stupid, boyband requirements. And thing that pisses me off more, whatever they’re doing, it’s only a one day/night thing and they choose Valentine’s Day out of all days to book something. Dickweeds.
Babe, wake up
Stubborn, beautiful, love of mine, wake up
Those were kissy faces :D good morning, babe. Get up and go answer the door
I want to sleep the day away
Go answer the door
No one's here
Please tell me you are on the other side of that door :)
I replied to him quickly, left my phone in bed and booked it to the door.
Whenever I opened the door, I automatically frowned. It wasn't Louis, but it was a delivery boy, well boys, with a big bear, almost like the bear the boys surprised me with whenever we got to New Zealand, and a bouquet of white and light purple roses, so that made my frown turn into a smile.
"Good morning, miss." The bloke in front smiled.
"Morning." I sang as he handed me a small bouquet of white roses, which I smelled quickly, then placed them on the table we had by the door before moving aside to let them put the rest of the roses in the living room as the same bloke handed me my teddy bear. It’s almost as big as me. It’s hilarious. I bet he did that on purpose.
"This is also for you." The delivery boy smiled and handed me an envelope.
"Thank you." I smiled grabbing it. "Do I have to sign for anything?"
"Nope." He shook his head. "It's all taken care of. Have a nice day."
"Thanks, you too." I giddily smiled and closed the door before juggling the big bear, the envelope and grabbing my roses and bringing them into the kitchen.
To my beautiful Bear,
Just because I am not with you today, I want you to have a good day. As you continue to root through the envelope, you'll find certificates for a spa day, to get your hair and nails done and go to your favourite diner for brunch. Whenever you get back from all of that, you'll have another surprise and another letter.
I am sincerely sorry I could not be there for our first official Valentine's Day. I swear we have tons more and I swear I'll make this one up to you.
I love you so much.
Please relax and enjoy your day.
Until my next letter,
I wish I could kiss your cute face right now. Thank you for my roses and my gigantic teddy bear :) xxx
You’re welcome :) xxx
BABE! CHECK TWITTER!
“Okay then.” I laughed to myself and opened up my twitter app quickly and went to my mentions and scrolled until I saw a tweet from Louis mentioning me.
“@Louis_Tomlinson: just found the perfect valentine’s day card for @TeddyNichole ;) pic.twitter.com/Hp9Uvh6ino”
“@TeddyNichole: @Louis_Tomlinson too bad you’re not home today…… ;)”
Why not tease him some? It’ll be my entertainment of the day, so seriously, why not?
After I got back from brunch at my favourite diner and had my little girly day, I felt pretty. I didn't go too fancy with anything. I'm not too thrilled with dramatic change, so I just had my hair slightly highlighted and got my nails a classic acrylic, French manicure.
Whenever I walked into the house, it felt warm, smelled like fresh Hazelnut Coffee candles as rose petals were scattered all over the floor, guiding me towards, I'm guessing my next letter.
As I started to walk, I was looking around in the living room, the dining room, even going off track a little and looked in the kitchen to see if it was Louis who did this and tell me he's pulling my chain and is really home.
The living and dining room had candles scattered all around. The floor or the flat surfaces had candles. From the looks of it, all the same candle, which I approve of because burning a different variety of candles gives off a strange smell.
As I got to our bedroom, the door was now closed and there was the envelope taped to the door. As I removed it, I tried to open the door, but it was locked, and I automatically scolded him.
Even though I know you already tried, you can't go into our bedroom just yet. I brought you here just so you know behind this door is another surprise, so look out for another letter.
Turn around and retrace your steps until you find a different colour of rose petals and follow them to your next surprise.
I hope you had a good morning/afternoon, even though you're now pouting because you're now thinking and remembering I'm not with you.
Again, until my next letter,
As I walked into the bathroom, there was a bubble bath waiting for my attention, while the bathroom was surrounded with candles, like the living and dining room. Back to the bath tub, it had a shelf across it and hanging on the sides as a closed laptop, with a sticky note, was on it, as well as a Chanel catalog and chocolate covered strawberries and some wine.
Even though he's not here, I'm enjoying this.
Jump in and relax
Be careful and don't splash too much
The sticky note read.
Whoever was doing all of this, must of snuck out the back door whenever I came through the front, because the bubble bath was still a steamy temperature, and it's making me think that Louis really is in London and doing all of this. Only a girl can dream.
Whenever I got in, not dunking my hands in the water, I poured myself some wine and grabbed a strawberry, all before opening the laptop, to see it's already on with another sticky note.
'What a cute fella I got,' I thought to myself and happily applied because I get to see his stinkin’ cute face.
"Hey, babe!" He yelled, but at the same time was whispering.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because I have headphones in. Whenever you have headphones in, you typically start hollering." He smiled, which made me smile. "How's your day?"
"Perfect." I sighed and grabbed my wine glass.
"I like your hair."
"Thanks for noticing." I tipped my glass at him, before taking a sip and placed it back down.
"I notice everything about you, Bear." He smiled. "You should totally sit up some."
"I wanna see some nip." He smirked.
"Shut up!" I blushed and scooted down some more.
"No, babe, come back." He whined. I must of went off screen, so I sat back up, but stayed down far enough so he won't be able to see anything. "C'mon, a little higher."
"Why not?" He frowned.
"You're not here, you're not getting that satisfaction." I grinned as his bottom lip stuck out further.
"I'm doing all of this romantic-y stuff for you and you won't have a cheeky Skype chat with me." He said then something caught his eye on his end.
"Where are you stranded at again?" I asked, which he ignored and his eyes went wide. "Louis?"
"Hold on, babe." He looked back at me, took out his headphones and sat his laptop down and got up. Leaving me staring at a wall that he left me with.
"You're face was sexier to look at." I sighed and reached for another strawberry and my wine glass.
Another five minutes passed by, which meant I stared at a wall some more, ate about two more strawberries and refilled my wine glass and drank about a third of it before I was graced with the face of Louis again.
"About time, I was getting rather bored." I teased.
"Sorry... Paul wanted to talk to us about something." He trailed, which made me know he was lying, and it pissed me off. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I shook my head and took a big gulp of my wine.
"Your face begs the differ." He frowned.
"It's nothing." I shrugged. "I can't change whatever really went on over there."
"Who did all of this anyways?" I ignored him and brought up a new subject. "You're not here, so who?"
"I had me mum send Perrie a key and she did everything literally the second you came in the door." He sighed.
"Figured." I nodded.
"What'd I do?"
"Nothing." I shook my head.
"Apparently I did." He frowned.
"It's nothing. Where's my next letter?"
"Stuck on the back of the bathroom door." He sighed and rubbed his face.
"How did I not think of that?" I scolded myself.
"Because you didn't close the door." He smirked.
"How do you know I didn't?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"How long have you lived with me?" He asked back.
"I don't know, three years?" Is it sad that I don't know the date, let alone year I moved in with him?
"Four." He smirked. "Nice to know you pay attention to dates."
"At the time, it wasn't that important." I shrugged and grabbed another strawberry.
"Are they good?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "What's the chocolate's brand?"
"I didn't know they made dipping sauce." I stuck out my bottom lip and nodded in approval as I took another bite.
"I just found out like a day ago." He laughed then looked back up. "Damnit." He sighed and looked back at me. "Babe, I gotta go."
"Why?" I frowned.
"I guess we're boarding now." He shrugged.
"Then you'll get here sooner?" I smiled.
"I have no idea, babe."
"Okay." I frowned and slumped further into the water. "Safe travels."
"I'll be home when I get there." He tried to smile. "Don't wait up."
"Will it be that late?"
"I can't tell ya." He shrugged. "Relax some more if you want. Whenever you get out, go into the bedroom and put on what I have laid out for you."
"It better not be anything fancy." I frowned.
"And if it is?"
"I won't put it on."
"Why put something fancy on whenever the person you want to look good in front of isn't here?" I shrugged.
"I'm sorry." He frowned looking down.
"For the millionth time, it's fine."
"But it really isn't." He nodded.
"It is what it is." I smiled and smiled bigger whenever I saw his cheeks lift some, telling me I got him to smile. "Go get on that bloody flight and get home to be so I can molest you."
"Alright." He shook his head and looked back up at me. "I love you."
"I love you more." I smiled.
"Enjoy today, please."
"I am." I grinned. "You're not here."
"Love you too." He nodded and looked up at whoever was in front of him. "Right, before I get my head chopped off, I gotta go. I'll see you when I see you."
"Okay." I smiled slightly.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Happy Valentine's Day. Even if it is shitty without me there copping a feel while we relax in that bath." He winked.
"Don't put images in my head." I whined.
"I bet your skin's all nice and soft." He sighed at the thought.
"I gotta go." He shifted slightly. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
"So now you're going to leave the second you let me know you're turned on, which just turned me on?" I scolded him.
"If you masturbate, please call me and leave me a voicemail." He slightly moaned.
"Sounds like a plan." I bit my lip and slid down some more.
"Fuck, I gotta go before I make you go to bed and let me watch you."
"Have fun on the plane." I smiled. "Love you. Happy wanking." And with that, I blew him a kiss and shut the laptop and laid back more, letting my hands finally fall into the water and try to relax and not think of how hard Louis actually may be.
Ever since we got together seven months ago tomorrow, I have yet to masturbate. I've always had him to make me feel good and now it sucks to know I don't have him and if I keep thinking of him, I'll be going to have to take care of myself.
Damn you Louis for being in a bloody boyband.
As I got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel, I took the envelope off the back of the bathroom door and walked toward our bedroom as I opened it up and took it out.
Last and final letter of the day
I hope you had a good morning and afternoon and didn't get too full on your sweets and have room for dinner.
Get dressed, do your hair and makeup and walk out into the living room for your last surprise.
I love you
I seriously have the cutest boy ever.
As I let my towel fall and laid the letter down, I saw what he had laid out for me and, even though he’s not here, I got excited.
Since my hair was already done from the time I got it done, I left it how it was and applied some makeup before jumping into the dress and the second I was done I walked out to the living room to my final surprise with a smile on my face. The dress is beautiful. I feel beautiful. And loved and Louis isn’t even here.
"What's gotten you so happy?" I heard the sweetest voice ever and looked up from my phone quickly to see my handsome boy leaning up against the back of the couch with a smirk on his face.
"Wh..." I stopped and squealed before running to him and jumping into his waiting arms. "I was just about to text you.” I laughed then leaned back. “But I thought... fuck it, I don't care. You're here." I smiled and leaned up to kiss him long and hard.
"I've been gone not even a day and you're acting like it's been years." He laughed out as I pecked him between every word and laugh.
"I don't care." I smiled kissing him once more. "You're here."
"I've been here." He smirked and I scoffed.
“So there was no ‘One Direction meeting in another country?’” I air quoted.
“Nope.” He smiled.
"Then why did you let me spend all day by myself?"
"Makes later all the more fun." He smiled and lifted me up his body.
"Is this why you picked out a short dress?" I teased.
"Exactly why." He nodded and ran his hands up and down the top of my legs before sliding his hands into my dress and up to the top of my knickers and gripped them. "As much as I'd like to tear these off you, we have to get to our reservation."
"Are you driving?"
"Then let's go continue this in the back seat."
"No." He shook his head with a smile.
"You should've sent me a voicemail." He lifted his eyebrows up, oh so sexily and made me want to die.
"Fine." I pouted and grabbed his hand and forced it down between us and let him feel how hot and wet I already was.
"Fuck." He breathed heavily.
"Just so you know." I smiled and rolled my hips into his hand once before letting my feet touch the floor, one by one, again.
Let the teasing begin.
"What a cute table, babe." I smirked.
"What are you planning?" He asked with wide eyes.
"Nothing." I smiled and slid in, with him sliding in beside me.
"Did I happen to say you look bloody fantastic?" He asked hotly into my ear.
"You may of mentioned it." I shrugged and laid my hand on the top of his thigh, which made him jump slightly and me to giggle.
"Let's not." He grabbed my hand.
"I just want to touch you." I acted innocent. "I'm not doing anything wrong."
"Yet." He mumbled under his breath, thinking I didn't hear him as our waiter came to our table with a bottle of wine.
"Your request, sir." He presented us before pouring us both glasses.
"Thank you." Louis nodded grabbing my glass and handing it to me before picking up his own and looking at me. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe."
"Happy Valentine's Day." I smiled and clinked glasses together before taking sips, as our eyes stayed locked on each others.
"I hope you liked being spoiled today." He smiled placing his glass down and placed his hand between my knees.
"I did, but next time, let's be together all day and not just the evening." I smiled scooting closer to him and lifted my legs on top of his and moved my hand closest to him to his hair and started to play with the hair in back.
"You're making this very hard." He sighed.
"I'm not doing anything." I smiled.
"You're making me relax and comfortable."
"Your skin is soft, as well as your touch, you're making me get hard. Again." He moaned slightly whenever I gripped his hair and pulled slightly. "Teddy, please stop."
"When are we getting our menus?" I asked laying my chin onto his shoulder.
"I already ordered." He shook as, I'm guessing, my breath hit his neck.
"Oh, is that right?" I asked pleased with his answer.
“Mhmm.” He hummed and grabbed my hand that was on my lap quickly.
“I know you.” He looked at me. “You were a millisecond away from unzipping my pants and jerking me off.”
“It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” I pouted and laid my chin back on his shoulder. “I miss you.”
“I understand that.” He smirked. “I’d miss me too. I’m awesome.”
“Oh, here we go.” I rolled my eyes as I sat straight and grabbed my wine glass.
“You know it’s true.” He whispered and kissed my cheek. “Bear, seriously, did you have a good day?”
“Yes.” I looked at him and nodded. “The notes were sweet, you got me a shitload of roses and a huge teddy bear, you basically bought me ‘brunch’ and you filled the house with my favourite candles… wait!” I stopped. “Did Perrie really help?”
“Nope.” He smiled.
“So you did all of… that by yourself?” I smiled.
“How the hell did I not notice you?” I thought mainly to myself.
“I didn’t shower or put on cologne.” He answered like it was nothing.
“You’re showered now, right?” I leaned back just in case.
“Yes.” He laughed, quite loudly. “I wouldn’t go on a date with you dirty.”
“Good to know.” I smirked and took another sip of my wine.
“Fuck.” He cursed to himself. “What do you have planned?”
“Since you’re home, what I had planned before is back on the table.” I shrugged.
“What do you have planned?” He asked again and slightly harsher.
“Let’s just say I have to change into something more comfortable.”
The second we got in the house, Louis was all over me. And I was all over him as well, but still, he’s eager.
Somehow we managed to get to the bedroom and I’m pretty sure we broke a lamp… or three.
And possibly a vase, but who’s keeping track of what’s being broke?
"Lay down." I rolled us over, so I was straddling him.
“Come here.” He went to sit up, but I pushed him back against the bed and got up quickly. “Babe?”
“Hmm?” I hummed as I went into the closet and searched for what I had planned for him.
"I have a surprise for you, remember?" I smiled grabbing what I wanted and left the room quickly before he could catch a glimpse of what I was holding in my hands.
“Can I get dressed first?” I yelled loud enough for him to hear.
“Why get dressed when I’m just going to get you naked the second you come out?” He laughed. I’m ignoring that. Because in 2.5 seconds, he’s going to be over excited with my outfit. “Jesus, come out already.”
“Impatient much?” I leaned up against the door frame and watched him snap his neck up and look at me.
“Do you like it?” I bit my lip and looked down.
“Fuck yes.” He nodded and moved to sit at the foot of the bed. “Come here.” He jerked his head slightly and I walked to him and when I was in arms reach of him, he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. “Fuck, I love this.” He smiled as his hands roamed over the fabric and down to my bum. “Please take this off.”
“Why?” I pouted.
“Because I don’t want to ruin it.”
“I can always buy another.” I smiled pushing his hair back. “Do what you please.” I whispered in his ear, which earned myself a growl and to be thrown onto the bed with a yelp.
“I want you to wear this again soon, so I’m going to be nice. Take it off.”
“Strip?” I stepped back and watched his expression.
“If that’s what you’d like, go right ahead.” He smiled removing his shirt before standing up quickly and getting rid his pants.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered close to his lips.
“I’m playing Chris Brown’s Strip in my head.” He laughed.
“Should I put it on?”
“Fuck, no.” He answered like he was in pain.
“Because I want to watch you strip nice and slow.”
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