When You Let Your Heart Win
"Teddy, we can't stay up here forever."
“No.” I shook my head.
“Teddy?” He jutted his hip out and looked at me with raised eyebrows. Arse. Don’t act and look cute now.
"They heard us!" I pointed at my [closed] bedroom door with wide eyes. Now he's laughing at me. "Stop." I slumped. Nope. "Louis, stop it."
"You do know my mum knows we had sex that night back in July, right?"
"Guess not." He laughed again which made me glare at him, which opted him to shut up and clear his throat. "My mum has no problem with it, she just wants to know we're careful..."
"And we haven't." I snorted. "Obviously."
"Either way, she doesn't care." He smiled grabbing my hand and pulling me from my bed and to my feet.
"My parents are a little stricter than yours." I mumbled lifting my free hand up and chewed on the side of my thumb nail.
"If they had a problem with us having sex in their house, they would've came bargaining in." He smiled grabbing my hand from my mouth and held it in his. “Could you just imagine the thrill of that?” He asked, I’m thinking mainly to himself, because he’s now looking over my shoulder with his ‘thinking’ face on. And me? I am once again glaring at the bastard. “Like what if they came in when you came or when I did…”
“Louis?” I smiled sweetly and pushed my chest to his, making him look down at me just to give me chills. Someone’s thinking about it too much…
“Shut. Up!” I huffed and pushed him back.
“What?!” He laughed raising his hands up like I was about to start swatting at him. Which I was, but he doesn’t really need to know that.
“If you think that would be thrilling, you are never getting the golden ticket ever again.”
“Have you been watching Jersey Shore again?” He asked as he leaned his head to the side.
“I hate you.” I shook my head and turned around to go sit on my window seat, but I didn’t get too far, because Louis wrapped his arms around me from behind and dug his face into the crook of my neck.
“But, baby, I love you.” He mumbled against my skin.
“Don’t call me ‘baby,’ baby.” I smiled trying to connect my ear with my shoulder, but he wasn’t moving, so that was a fail. Shocking…
"Plus, they knew you were pregnant." He whispered in my ear.
"So?" I scrunched my face up and turned around to look at him.
"They know we have sex." He looked at me like I was a tosser and let his hands slide down to my waist and started to move us towards my bedroom door. "They didn't yell at you then, why should they yell at you now?" He asked opening the door, spun himself around so he was by my side and walked us down the stairs, while I was walking like a turtle. Slower though. There's no way in hell I'm going to rush down these babies at this point of time.
"Because they didn't hear us then." I growled.
"Doesn't matter." He rolled his eyes. "It's not like they'll shun you."
"They practically did before!" I yelped and grabbed his hand, stopping in the middle of the steps. "Let's just stay in my bedroom until my dad goes to work and..."
"Your mum is a stay at home mum and your dad is on holiday leave." He cut me off and dragged me down the rest of the stairs. Why am I still with him? He’s mean to me.
"They're going to yell at me and... and cut your balls off and force you to eat them!"
"Teddy Nichole, what on Earth are you saying?"
"See?! She's angry. Let's just go back upstairs." I pointed at my mum and turned around, just to be stopped by the arm of my lovely boyfriend. Fuck.
"She thinks you're going to yell at her because of last night." Lou laughed turning me around and walked us into the living room, where my father was sitting. Oh goodness.
"Sit down you two." My father said, in a tone I couldn't pin point out exactly, laid down the morning paper and pushed the foot rest of his chair down.
"He's pissed." I mumbled towards Louis and sat down on the couch, Louis following in suit.
"Why do you look like you're about to be ill, Teddy?" My father asked eyeing me like a dog.
"She thinks we're mad at them because of last night." My mum laughed and sat on the arm of my dad's chair, my dad wrapping an arm around her waist almost immediately. They’re cute and nonthreatening when they want to be.
"Really?" He looked at my mum then back to me and Louis. I need to come home more often, since we’re on good terms now. I don’t know my father’s faces anymore. This is sad.
"Yeah?" I asked more than answered.
"Teddy..." He stopped, just to look at me before bursting into laughter. Loud laughter. Like the kind of laughter Louis does whenever he’s making fun of me. It’s not fun whenever my father does it, either.
"Dear, stop." My mum slapped his leg slightly. "She's obviously stressed out about this. Hell, it took Louis 'til noon to drag her out of her room."
"So you're not mad?" I asked listening to their small conversation as my eyes danced back and forth between my parents.
"No, love." My dad laughed again, but was lighter than it was before. "We're actually glad we came back to hear what we heard."
"Uhm, ew?" I scrunched up my face in disgust.
"Teddy, that mind of yours is pure filth." My mother scolded and shook her head.
"Don't you know it." Louis whispered quietly, which I elbowed him in the ribs with a good amount of force. "Sorry." He coughed at the contact.
"Since you've gotten back, all we've heard come from your room has been sobs and curse words whenever we tried to get you out of there." My father explained and I heard Louis let out a sigh. Good going, dad. Now I'll have to talk to him about that. Again. "Yes it's not what your parents need to hear, but we want you happy."
"And Louis here makes you happy." My mother added.
"So forgive us for liking the fact you're happy." My father finished with a bright smile.
"Just next time..." My mum trailed. "Be quieter?"
"Or don't let there be a next time." My father advised and the look he was showing us... well, let's just say it's his 'if I hear that shit again, I'll whip you both until you don't like sex' look. Trust me. There's a look for that. There's a look for everything whenever it comes to my father. It's scary too.
"Oh my God." I have actually never been so embarrassed in my entire life, while Louis... that dumb arse thinks it's the most hysterical thing he has ever heard.
"No need to be ashamed, Teddy." My mum encouraged. "You get your loud mouth from me."
"Ew!" I screeched, got up and fled from the room as fast as I could.
"It's better to be vocal than quiet, dear!" My mum yelled from her seat. "Being loud encourages your partner too!"
"Oh my God, shut up!"
“Your father still likes it!”
“You are making me go deaf and blind with those… those horrid images! Stop!”
So after that horrendous conversation with my parents, the conversation that has left me scarred and making me prone to have some serious night terrors, Louis and I made a quick lunch and booked it back to my room. After… that unique conversation, we want to be as far away as possible from those two. They’ve never been the pair to over share and boy oh boy, did they over share! I’ve quite honestly never been this embarrassed around Louis before. It’s odd.
“Let it go, Bear.”
“I can’t.” I mumbled. We were in my room, on my bed. Lou, he was propped up against my headboard, while I laid on my stomach with my head was at the foot of the bed, my hand supporting my head as I tried anything and everything to erase that… what happened downstairs, out of my head. I’m seriously scarred for life. I didn’t even know my parents had… sex after I was conceived. They both walked around like they were the most uptight people who you thought had to seriously get laid, but nope! Apparently not! Ew. “This is terrible.” I sighed flipping over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I have not missed this view. I thought we broke up, ceiling.
“Babe…” He started, but was stopped by his phone ringing. “Sorry.” He sighed leaning over to get his phone and answered in a not too thrilled tone. Oh boy. “Hello?... No, I’m not busy… Seriously?"
"What?" I looked up at him and frowned. He had a scowl on his face. Once again, oh boy.
"Can I take Teddy?" Oh he's leaving. "I'm not going unless I can take her." What a sweetheart. "Mate, I just got her back and I'm sure as hell not going to leave her just because we have to go to LA!" Oh! LA! Warmth! Please let me go. Please let me go! "Thank you." He sighed and hung up before looking down at me.
"Do you want to tell me something, boo?" I asked turning onto my side and looked up at him with the sweetest smile I could plaster onto my face.
"Yeah, pack your shit." He said in a grouchy tone. Uht oh.
"Okay." I frowned and sat up quickly. "What's wrong?"
"They want me and Liam to fly to LA tomorrow to start writing our next album."
"That's not a bad thing." I shrugged.
"It is whenever they wouldn't let me take you." He huffed.
"So when you said 'pack your shit' you meant 'pack your things and let's go home so I can pack and get to the airport'?" I slumped.
"We need to go home so you can pack more than what you got here." He laughed, which made me unslump and look up at him. "You're coming with me, Bear."
"Okay." I nodded like a bubbly mad person.
"I'm not leaving the country right after not being with you for two weeks." He smiled moving towards me more and wrapped arm around around my waist as he still laid down slightly.
"It wasn't exactly two weeks, just a week and..."
"It was close enough." He laughed cutting me off. "Do you want to go?" He asked, his tone now a little sad.
"Yes!" I turned my body around and looked him like he was mad. "Babe, I don't feel like being away from you right now either." I laughed and pushed him to his back and straddled his waist. "Now either let's go or prepare for an extremely heavy and extremely expensive suitcase."
"You're claustrophobic." He smirked.
"Yeah, we'll deal with that if I'm ever in that situation." I rolled my eyes and smiled. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“You swear?” He asked lifting up his pinky finger, waiting and wanting me to link ours together.
“I’ve turned you into a bigger child.” I scolded myself and linked my pinky with his. “Are we ever going to grow up?”
“Absolutely not.” He smiled bending his knees quickly, which bummed me further up his body, and slipped his hands under my shirt in the back.
“Someday we may need to grow up.” I whispered. “You sooner than me.”
“Why’s that?” He asked as he digged his fingertips into my skin slightly and moved his hands up and down my back.
“Shay’s coming.” I shrugged. “Being a father sorta requires to be mature, babe.”
“I’m mature when I need to be.” He smiled. “You know that.”
“Again, child.” I huffed, sat up and pointed at him. “Grow up, buddy.”
“Honestly, the only time I think I will grow up is whenever you’re my wife.” He said so sincerely, I could cry of happiness. “Now, don’t go smiling like you live in a loony bin.”
“Sorry.” I shook my head. “It’s still amazing to hear you say you want me like that.”
“And I’ll never stop wanting you like that.”
i actually kinda love this chapter
i think it's cuuuuute, but then that could just be me
so, i guess i need to address this matter once again
this story is far from over
it will be going on for another 6-7 months
so if i talk about the sequel, don't get your panties in a bunch
whenever the last chapter comes, i will tell you and it will be obvious
i don't know how else to tell you all
see that? it may be an old photo, but...
^^ that's how i always react
i'm a creep. sorry
what do you think of this chapter?
what do you think they'll get up to in LA?
*sings* i bet you won't guessssssssss *insert smug as fuck smile*
(it's nothing bad nor good. just shitty shit shit)
but yeah, sorry for the late update. well it's late here it's 11pm and half the world is sleepings, so again, sorry
until next tiiiime :)
btw, sorry i didn't put any 69 tactics in this chapter
i'm a bit off...