I Want to be Loved By You
Exception
"We loved with a love that was more than love."
- Edgar Allen Poe -
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~Louis~
Automatically I had deemed the situation as a dream. How could something so perfect and so right actually be reality? Everything in my mind melts, subsides away and there's only the sound of my heartbeat mirroring the rhythm of the rumbling thunder sounding above us. The life of the city hushes and watches us stand off as if we were a drama playing on TV.
I see her bare shoulders shake wildly from the cold and her chest rise and fall rapidly. Her breathing produces clouds of air that spiral into the darkness. I see puffs conjure from my own mouth.
I walk towards her, mentally coaching myself not to pounce on her from need. But as I near her, it is she who rushes to close the space between us. Her toned arms wrap themselves around my neck, and she shoves her impressively curved body into me. I grunt from the sudden flash of electricity traveling to my lower regions. The effect this woman has on me..
"You came." She silently observes, her tone obviously amazed. "Thank you..."
And that's when everything that didn't make sense, finally did.
While I have been fearing rejection from the girl who gives me feelings not even the most creative imagination could produce, she was waiting for the man, who had every reason to turn away, to stay. In a world where everyone leaves, she was looking for someone to finally shatter the horrifyingly repetitive stereotype.
Abandonment. That is her fear, and no one has shown her that she no longer needed to.
I squeeze her a little harder.
I dispatch myself from her, and drag her fatigue filled body by hand after me. I was half expecting her to refuse following after me, but she remained silent. The sudden urge to leave everyone behind and crawl into bed with her was so loud and undeniable, I somehow didn't feel like ignoring it.
We reached my car, and I ushered her in gently but also quickly, a little to desperate to leave now. And as I shut the door behind her, I had to take a moment to reflect on what was happening. It's all going by so quickly... I keep letting my emotions dictate my decisions, and barely stop to think about the repercussions. Perhaps tonight I won't fret too much about it. Already I was feeling withdrawal from the lack of her skin on my own. I slapped my forehead with my palm. Again, my need for her blinded my logic and sanity.
I rounded the car, and got into the driver's seat. Instantly, my eyes were on her, curious and begging for a reaction, but she was directing her attention in every direction except mine. Sighing, I started the car and drove off.
We remained silent, but where there once was a wall of tension cutting us off from each other, there was now only an open gap of air. Nothing was refraining us from each other now, only the little hesitations of crossing forbidden lines. Maci's strong front was slowly melting down to her feet revealing herself to me, and I couldn't possibly be any more flabbergasted than I was now.
I don't know what changed between us, or when, or how, but something else hung in the air than the normal awkwardness.
It only makes our time more precious, though. Like how the vibrant green leaves on trees turn brown, and a baby's innocence only stays present for a few years, everything fruitful and good comes to an agonizing end. But the distance that is driven between us is much sharper, and much more painful. Days drift by slowly, and all you have left is the memory of little things that weren't important to you before. And even if it seems to hold you, and get you through the painful hell that is reality, it is not the same as her own arms wrapped around you. It is not the same as actually waking up to a serene slumbering face. It is only pictures flashing through your mind of a time when things were actually okay.
I pulled my car up to my extravagant home - which was a complete irrational buy considering it's only myself living there - and stopped the engine. We sat in silence, us both still afraid of pushing boundaries. However, it didn't last long for I am way too tired to wait around any longer. Who knows how long this will last? In fact, I could wake up tomorrow morning, thinking that I will wake up to her beautiful face nuzzled into my neck, and her frail arms barely wrapped around my torso, but instead all that will greet me is a cold bed and empty sheets.
I wasn't going to play games anymore. Not with her. She is far too precious to me, and this time, I refuse to let her slip through my fingers.
~Maci~
My fingers twitched, yearning to hold his. My lips tingled, curious to feel his again. My heart tugged, knowing that this…this feeling of pure bliss and happiness can only be given by the hand of a man who always seems to leave.
When Louis stopped the engine, my heart beat quickened, and nerves sent shivers down my arms. But the fear only excited me more. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his long, muscular, tattooed arms. Even if it were only for a while.
In a rush, Lou jumped out of the car and gracefully walked over to my side of the door, and opened it. His blue eyes swam with want, but he was refraining himself immensely. He looked down at me curiously, obviously wondering if I was going to join him in his house, or if I would demand to be taken back. I simply cannot put into words what has come over me, but it's much like jumping off of a cliff, down into a lake. You sit there contemplating the various outcomes, but all too soon the sun has goes down, and the opportunity has passed. The next day comes, and finally you just…jump. You fear the chance of possible failure, and injuring yourself, but you leap with the faith that you will make it out okay.
That is what I have decided to do - take a leap of faith, and hope that this night will not end with yet another broken heart. Besides, words swam inside my head wanting to make their way out. Too much has been left unsaid, and too much was forgotten in the time we were separated.
I take his outstretched hand, and smile comfortingly at him. I follow him by hand to his house, feeling rain begin to splash down on us. Immediately stop, and gaze up to the moonlight filled sky. I feel Louis tense up beside me, so I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. The cool wetness spreading across my face seems to wash away all the fears, worries, and insecurities, cleansing me. A soft sigh escapes my cracked lips.
Once I was done basking in the peaceful and serene rain, I turned to Louis, and saw not only curiosity, but wonder painted across his face. I felt foolish, standing in the rain completely unresponsive. But like all the times before, he had read my mind and scooped me into his arms, obviously hoping to distract me from my uncertainness and insecurities. I leant into his chest, relieved to not have had to ask him to excuse my actions. My strong walls were no match for him. Louis William Tomlinson, the man who occupies many people's dreams, is my exception. While everyone else gives up, and walks out, he keeps coming back! And when everyone can't see that I am falling apart, he sees through the fake smiles. He is my exception.
We entered his house, and he set me down carefully. Instinctively, I reach down to remove the constricting shoes, but I stop, choosing not to make myself comfortable. "Would you like something to drink?" I hear his voice sound behind me. I jump slightly from his smooth voice slicing through the thick silence. I look up at him, and see his gaze cast downward towards his shoes. His thick lashes cast shadows across his defined cheekbones - something that has never gone unnoticed by me.
"Will you?" I ask. Louis nods, finally looking up at me, but his face is grinning evilly.
A giggle bubbles from my lips. I know that look all too well, and know there is a catch. "Only if you stay for the night." This only makes me giggle more because it's so.. him to demand something so preposterous. I am about to decline, my ladylike etiquette stopping me, but I am no lady…
I tilt my head like a small child, smiling just as mischievously. "Fill it up, handsome!"
Louis grins victoriously, and walks into another room I assume is his kitchen. I follow slowly, but take the time to scan over the house. It's just as beautiful and magnificent as you would expect any celebrities home to be, but I would have never expect it to seem so lonely. Pictures are stationed all over, and furniture takes up large spaces, but the house creaks to fill up the looming silence. A tv is not playing tonight's game, people are not chattering away about the latest episode of Once Upon a Time. It's..lonely.
When I make my way to the kitchen, Louis is standing at the counter, a bottle of tequila and a bottle of champagne sitting by him as he types into his phone. I clear my throat, and his eyes flicker to me instantly. He stops what he was doing, and walks over to me.
"Champagne?" He offers kindly.
Again, I want to refuse any form of alcohol, but my mouth waters with the memory of the burning but pleasurable sensation it brings. I snort, and demand the tequila instead. Louis chuckles, and makes his way over to the bottle. The golden liquid sloshes into the small cup, and I reach for it immediately. Louis raises a questioning eyebrow eat me, but I am already throwing my head back to let the drink enter my mouth. I purse my lips from the awful taste, but savor it, already slamming down the glass cup for another.
After a while, Louis excuses himself to the restroom, and I take the time to scroll through my twitter. A particular tweet catches my eye, and I read it with pure shock. I read it over and over again, unbelieving. Surely, I have read it wrong or misinterpreted it... But as much as I want to deny the evidence lying before me, I only feel myself hope that it is, in fact, a message.
@Louis_Tomlinson: I'm just a prisoner in a reign of love…
- Edgar Allen Poe -
~~~
~Louis~
Automatically I had deemed the situation as a dream. How could something so perfect and so right actually be reality? Everything in my mind melts, subsides away and there's only the sound of my heartbeat mirroring the rhythm of the rumbling thunder sounding above us. The life of the city hushes and watches us stand off as if we were a drama playing on TV.
I see her bare shoulders shake wildly from the cold and her chest rise and fall rapidly. Her breathing produces clouds of air that spiral into the darkness. I see puffs conjure from my own mouth.
I walk towards her, mentally coaching myself not to pounce on her from need. But as I near her, it is she who rushes to close the space between us. Her toned arms wrap themselves around my neck, and she shoves her impressively curved body into me. I grunt from the sudden flash of electricity traveling to my lower regions. The effect this woman has on me..
"You came." She silently observes, her tone obviously amazed. "Thank you..."
And that's when everything that didn't make sense, finally did.
While I have been fearing rejection from the girl who gives me feelings not even the most creative imagination could produce, she was waiting for the man, who had every reason to turn away, to stay. In a world where everyone leaves, she was looking for someone to finally shatter the horrifyingly repetitive stereotype.
Abandonment. That is her fear, and no one has shown her that she no longer needed to.
I squeeze her a little harder.
I dispatch myself from her, and drag her fatigue filled body by hand after me. I was half expecting her to refuse following after me, but she remained silent. The sudden urge to leave everyone behind and crawl into bed with her was so loud and undeniable, I somehow didn't feel like ignoring it.
We reached my car, and I ushered her in gently but also quickly, a little to desperate to leave now. And as I shut the door behind her, I had to take a moment to reflect on what was happening. It's all going by so quickly... I keep letting my emotions dictate my decisions, and barely stop to think about the repercussions. Perhaps tonight I won't fret too much about it. Already I was feeling withdrawal from the lack of her skin on my own. I slapped my forehead with my palm. Again, my need for her blinded my logic and sanity.
I rounded the car, and got into the driver's seat. Instantly, my eyes were on her, curious and begging for a reaction, but she was directing her attention in every direction except mine. Sighing, I started the car and drove off.
We remained silent, but where there once was a wall of tension cutting us off from each other, there was now only an open gap of air. Nothing was refraining us from each other now, only the little hesitations of crossing forbidden lines. Maci's strong front was slowly melting down to her feet revealing herself to me, and I couldn't possibly be any more flabbergasted than I was now.
I don't know what changed between us, or when, or how, but something else hung in the air than the normal awkwardness.
It only makes our time more precious, though. Like how the vibrant green leaves on trees turn brown, and a baby's innocence only stays present for a few years, everything fruitful and good comes to an agonizing end. But the distance that is driven between us is much sharper, and much more painful. Days drift by slowly, and all you have left is the memory of little things that weren't important to you before. And even if it seems to hold you, and get you through the painful hell that is reality, it is not the same as her own arms wrapped around you. It is not the same as actually waking up to a serene slumbering face. It is only pictures flashing through your mind of a time when things were actually okay.
I pulled my car up to my extravagant home - which was a complete irrational buy considering it's only myself living there - and stopped the engine. We sat in silence, us both still afraid of pushing boundaries. However, it didn't last long for I am way too tired to wait around any longer. Who knows how long this will last? In fact, I could wake up tomorrow morning, thinking that I will wake up to her beautiful face nuzzled into my neck, and her frail arms barely wrapped around my torso, but instead all that will greet me is a cold bed and empty sheets.
I wasn't going to play games anymore. Not with her. She is far too precious to me, and this time, I refuse to let her slip through my fingers.
~Maci~
My fingers twitched, yearning to hold his. My lips tingled, curious to feel his again. My heart tugged, knowing that this…this feeling of pure bliss and happiness can only be given by the hand of a man who always seems to leave.
When Louis stopped the engine, my heart beat quickened, and nerves sent shivers down my arms. But the fear only excited me more. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his long, muscular, tattooed arms. Even if it were only for a while.
In a rush, Lou jumped out of the car and gracefully walked over to my side of the door, and opened it. His blue eyes swam with want, but he was refraining himself immensely. He looked down at me curiously, obviously wondering if I was going to join him in his house, or if I would demand to be taken back. I simply cannot put into words what has come over me, but it's much like jumping off of a cliff, down into a lake. You sit there contemplating the various outcomes, but all too soon the sun has goes down, and the opportunity has passed. The next day comes, and finally you just…jump. You fear the chance of possible failure, and injuring yourself, but you leap with the faith that you will make it out okay.
That is what I have decided to do - take a leap of faith, and hope that this night will not end with yet another broken heart. Besides, words swam inside my head wanting to make their way out. Too much has been left unsaid, and too much was forgotten in the time we were separated.
I take his outstretched hand, and smile comfortingly at him. I follow him by hand to his house, feeling rain begin to splash down on us. Immediately stop, and gaze up to the moonlight filled sky. I feel Louis tense up beside me, so I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. The cool wetness spreading across my face seems to wash away all the fears, worries, and insecurities, cleansing me. A soft sigh escapes my cracked lips.
Once I was done basking in the peaceful and serene rain, I turned to Louis, and saw not only curiosity, but wonder painted across his face. I felt foolish, standing in the rain completely unresponsive. But like all the times before, he had read my mind and scooped me into his arms, obviously hoping to distract me from my uncertainness and insecurities. I leant into his chest, relieved to not have had to ask him to excuse my actions. My strong walls were no match for him. Louis William Tomlinson, the man who occupies many people's dreams, is my exception. While everyone else gives up, and walks out, he keeps coming back! And when everyone can't see that I am falling apart, he sees through the fake smiles. He is my exception.
We entered his house, and he set me down carefully. Instinctively, I reach down to remove the constricting shoes, but I stop, choosing not to make myself comfortable. "Would you like something to drink?" I hear his voice sound behind me. I jump slightly from his smooth voice slicing through the thick silence. I look up at him, and see his gaze cast downward towards his shoes. His thick lashes cast shadows across his defined cheekbones - something that has never gone unnoticed by me.
"Will you?" I ask. Louis nods, finally looking up at me, but his face is grinning evilly.
A giggle bubbles from my lips. I know that look all too well, and know there is a catch. "Only if you stay for the night." This only makes me giggle more because it's so.. him to demand something so preposterous. I am about to decline, my ladylike etiquette stopping me, but I am no lady…
I tilt my head like a small child, smiling just as mischievously. "Fill it up, handsome!"
Louis grins victoriously, and walks into another room I assume is his kitchen. I follow slowly, but take the time to scan over the house. It's just as beautiful and magnificent as you would expect any celebrities home to be, but I would have never expect it to seem so lonely. Pictures are stationed all over, and furniture takes up large spaces, but the house creaks to fill up the looming silence. A tv is not playing tonight's game, people are not chattering away about the latest episode of Once Upon a Time. It's..lonely.
When I make my way to the kitchen, Louis is standing at the counter, a bottle of tequila and a bottle of champagne sitting by him as he types into his phone. I clear my throat, and his eyes flicker to me instantly. He stops what he was doing, and walks over to me.
"Champagne?" He offers kindly.
Again, I want to refuse any form of alcohol, but my mouth waters with the memory of the burning but pleasurable sensation it brings. I snort, and demand the tequila instead. Louis chuckles, and makes his way over to the bottle. The golden liquid sloshes into the small cup, and I reach for it immediately. Louis raises a questioning eyebrow eat me, but I am already throwing my head back to let the drink enter my mouth. I purse my lips from the awful taste, but savor it, already slamming down the glass cup for another.
After a while, Louis excuses himself to the restroom, and I take the time to scroll through my twitter. A particular tweet catches my eye, and I read it with pure shock. I read it over and over again, unbelieving. Surely, I have read it wrong or misinterpreted it... But as much as I want to deny the evidence lying before me, I only feel myself hope that it is, in fact, a message.
@Louis_Tomlinson: I'm just a prisoner in a reign of love…
Notes
Hello, loves! So sorry for the delay, it's the end of the quarter so that means tests, tests, and more tests!There will be more! I cannot leave it like this right?! I don't know when the next chapter will be up, but I will tell you... shit's about to get real.
The song for this chapter is "The Only Exception" by Paramore. And Louis tweeted lyrics. The lyrics are from the song "Reign of Love" by Coldplay.
Thank you for your patience and support, it means a lot. Love you all <3
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Hopefully she's fine, she said she's having some fam probs again
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