The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window
Chapter 5
I woke in the morning to my cell phone ringing annoyingly loud somewhere nearby making my head pound. I stretched out my hand to get it, but I couldn’t reach. I stretched a little further and managed to knock it onto the bed so I could answer it.
“Hello?” I yawned.
“Amber! Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to be practicing,” an angry male voice ranted. I winced away from the sound and tried to get up, but Louis was near enough lying on top of me. He was pinning me on my stomach, his arm and leg thrown over me, and he was using my back as a pillow. It was surprisingly comfortable.
“Justin?” I croaked, looking at my alarm clock, but the numbers were all blurry, I couldn’t make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them to see that the time was now 8:42 a.m.
Shit!
“Yeah. Who the hell else do you think it’s going be? You were supposed to be here at eight thirty, Amber. Are you coming or what?” he asked, clearly annoyed.
“Um, yeah, I’m on my way.”
Louis groaned. “Tell him it’s Saturday and I’m tired,” he moaned into my back. I chuckled at his sleepy voice and wriggled so that he’d move off of me and I could get up.
“Listen, Amber, kick that hot piece off ass out of your bed and get over here! We have a new routine, and you need to learn it,” Justin instructed, his tone amused now. He’d obviously heard Louis’s voice. Justin was the only person that knew that Louis stayed with me, he didn’t know the whole story as to why, but he knew that he did, though he only thought it was a Friday night after the party, not everyday. I’d had to tell Justin something because Louis drove me to my dance practice every Saturday, hung-over or not, so Justin had become suspicious and started asking too many questions.
Louis whined about having to take me to dance practice, of course, especially if he was still feeling the effects of the late night, so he’d imposed two stipulations that worked out in his favour. One, I buy lunch, and two, I not tell my brother. Both of which were fine with me. Liam knew I danced, but he had never actually seen me do it, I had a feeling he wouldn’t like it too much if he did. Louis and Justin got on remarkably well, which actually really surprised me at first because I wouldn’t have thought that a macho ice hockey player could be friends with an openly gay guy who liked to wear something pink every day. Shows how much I know.
“I’ll be there in a bit, and I’ll bring doughnuts to apologise, OK?” I offered sweetly. I didn’t want him annoyed with me all morning; he would work me twice as hard.
Justin sighed dramatically. “Fine, just hurry up.”
I pushed my cell phone back onto the side and wriggled a little more because Liam still hadn’t taken the hint and moved. “Louis, Justin said I need to kick your hot ass out of my bed and get there, fast.” I chuckled.
He groaned and buried his face into my back. “Damn Saturdays are a pain in my ass,” he muttered, rolling off of me onto his back. I turned my head to look at him; he was giving me his trademark smirk. “Your T-shirt’s ridden up a bit there. Want me to get that for you?” he asked, looking down at my backside. I quickly shot my hands down to feel that his T-shirt that I was wearing, was now up bunched up around my waist, which meant he had a clear view of my butt in my thong. I didn’t quite know where we stood after last night, but I definitely felt like I had the right to tease him a little. It wasn’t like he’d never seen me in my underwear before; he saw enough of me last night while I was being sick in just my underwear!
“No thanks. I got it.” I climbed out of the bed and stripped off his T-shirt, throwing it in his face so I was just standing there in my underwear. “Thanks for the loan,” I said, smirking and padding over to my closet, trying to find some sweatpants or something I could wear to dance in. He gasped behind me and then let out a little moan. I bit my lip to stop the giggle escaping as the bedsprings creaked; suddenly his hot breath was blowing down my neck, making my whole body break out in goosebumps.
“So, am I allowed to touch you today?” he asked quietly.
I stiffened, shocked by his question. I turned to face him; he was standing directly behind me in just his boxers, looking like a Greek God.
I had no idea what to say. “Um… I don’t know… do you want to?” I asked, a little unsure of myself. He’d been with so many girls before, all of them prettier than me and more experienced than me. That had been my first real kiss last night; no doubt I sucked royally at it!
Louis nodded eagerly; his eyes were locked on mine. He wasn’t looking at my body even though I was almost naked, which made my stomach do a flip for some reason. I stiffened and held my breath as he lifted his hands slowly, giving me the chance to stop him. When I didn’t protest he set them on my hips. His touch sent a hot flush to my skin and butterflies to my stomach. He pulled me forwards into his chest and trailed his fingers slowly around to my back. One hand made its way up, gripping the back of my neck lightly, while the other hand tickled its way downwards. I gasped as his hand brushed over my ass, just once, before coming to rest on the small of my back. His eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time.
Nervous excitement was racing through my body, and I just stood there, frozen, not knowing what I should do. This was all so totally new to me, and I was almost scared to death, but in a good way somehow. He bent his head slowly, and I felt my eyes widen, waiting for his soft lips to make contact with mine.
Just as they were about to connect, my cell phone rang again. We both looked at the phone startled. My heart was slowly returning to normal rate as I started to come back to reality. Louis was glaring at the piece of plastic hatefully and I had the distinct impression that he was trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes to make it stop ringing. I giggled at his exasperated expression and pulled away from him to answer it. The caller ID said Justin, again.
I sighed and swiped the screen to answer it. “I said I’m on my way!” I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Just making sure you and your hot ass friend didn’t go back to sleep,” he said, chuckling as he disconnected. I tossed the phone on the bed and looked back at Louis; he was still watching me but was getting dressed at the same time. I smiled at him and he smiled back. It was nice. Usually, he changed into asshole daytime Louis in the morning, teasing me almost as soon as I woke up, but today he seemed different. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a tight white top to go with it. Loose clothing didn’t really work too well when we were practicing, it got in the way. I grabbed fresh underwear and decided to go to the bathroom to change.
As I walked past Louis, he grabbed my hand, making me stop. “You know you have the sexiest ass in the world, right?” he whispered, just before he pressed his lips to mine lightly, sending what felt like lightning bolts around my body.
When he let go, I just looked at him a little shocked. “Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls,” I mumbled, shaking my head and walking into the bathroom. I closed the door and leant against it, taking a deep breath.
What’s wrong with me? Why is he making me feel like this? That’s Louis for goodness sake! He’s going to crush you, and you’re going to end up like that damn slut Jessica, begging for his attention once he’s finished and got what he wanted.
But he wouldn’t do that to me. He’d spent every night with me for the last eight years. I needed him to be able to sleep, he kept my nightmares away. He wouldn’t hurt me… would he? I trusted him to keep me safe, but could I trust him with my heart? I knew the answer to that was no, I couldn’t. But for some reason I wanted to.
When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, but that wasn’t surprising. I walked over to my window to lock it, as usual, and I saw a small white daisy on my windowsill. I looked out of the window and smiled; these flowers grew just outside my window, he must have picked one for me when he climbed out, and left it there knowing I would see it when I locked the window. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled, a little confused. That was so unlike Louis to do something like that.
I sighed as I tucked the little flower into my ponytail and then headed to the kitchen, grabbing two juice boxes. I scribbled a note for Liam telling him that I had gone dancing and that I would help him clear up later if he would let Kate and Sarah come over to watch a movie tonight. I knew he would go for it, this was my usual bribe for helping him clear up after his parties; they would come over to ours in the evening and he would pay for pizza and a movie. All he had to do was put up with two flirtatious girls hitting on him all night.
I skipped out of the front door and over to Louis’s car that was already running outside my house. “Hey, got you this,” I chirped, handing him the drink.
“Thanks. Got you this.” He smiled, handing me a slice of toast.
“That’s a pretty good exchange,” I mused, smiling at him and taking a bite. “Oh, I need to go to Benny’s and get doughnuts if that’s alright.” I looked at him hopefully while we were driving down the high street. He nodded and was still grinning to himself broadly. “Why so happy today?” I asked, curious as to why he was smiling so much. He couldn’t have had much sleep, and I knew he was still tired, I could tell by his eyes.
He shrugged. “I had a good night last night that’s all. I finally scored with some really hot chick that I’ve been after for a while.” He winked at me and his genuine smile turned into his stupid smirk.
My insides felt like someone had shoved a chainsaw into my stomach. He had hooked up with someone, and then came on to me in the bed? I’d kissed him, a proper kiss too, and he had used some girl for sex before that? I ground my teeth in frustration, knowing that I shouldn’t have expected anything different from someone like him. I turned away so he couldn’t see how hurt I was, and glared out of my window, refusing to cry. Crying was for the weak. I hardly ever let anyone see me cry, but some people were already behind the defences I had built so I couldn’t help it. He pulled up outside Benny’s Bakery and I jumped out, wanting to be away from him. I ordered twenty assorted doughnuts, heavy on the chocolate variety because they were my favourites.
When I got back in the car, Louis smiled. “Got enough there?” he joked, looking at the two huge boxes I had in my arms.
I just nodded and turned up the radio. “I like this song.” Actually, I had no idea what it was; I just didn’t want to talk to him.
He shot me a weird glance. “You hate rave music,” he said, frowning and turning it down. I sighed. He was right, I did hate that stuff, but I would rather listen to it than have to talk to him right now.
A few minutes later, we pulled up outside the studio where my crew rehearsed every Saturday. We were a street dancing crew, and we were pretty good too. We had entered a dance battle last week against ten other crews in the area and had come second, winning over $1,000 in prize money. Not that we ever saw any of the money, it went straight on studio time, uniforms, music, and fliers or posters. I loved to dance. Street dance was my favourite and anything that went with a hip hop beat got my vote. It had always been my dream since I was a little girl to have my own dance studio, maybe one day I’d get there, but it seemed highly unlikely.
“Hey, I’m so sorry guys, I overslept,” I apologised, wincing as we walked into the studio and everyone turned to look at me.
Justin shook his head. “That’s OK. I’d oversleep too if I had that fine ass in my bed,” he teased, nodding over my shoulder towards Louis. I rolled my eyes and put the doughnuts on the table, grabbing a chocolate one quickly before they all went. I headed over to say hi to the other guys. There were eight of us in our crew, four girls and four guys. I was happily chatting with the guys, when Justin called everyone to start. “Seeing as we are already forty-five minutes late because someone couldn’t drag her behind out of bed on time, we’d better get started,” he stated, throwing me a mock glare.
We set to work on a new routine; it was hard and complicated and even had some pretty scary lifts. The worst one was where I was on Ricky’s shoulders and had to flip off, turn in the air so I was facing backwards, then he would catch me as I fell down his body. Almost instantly, I had to wrap my legs around his waist before leaning all the way back putting my arms on the floor and roll my body into the floor. Luckily we had mats because it took over an hour for me to land it even once, and, let me tell you, even landing on your back or stomach on a padded mat, hurt, especially if the muscled guy who was supposed to catch you, landed on top of you.
After about the twentieth attempt, I pushed Ricky off of me, laughing. I couldn’t even get up I was so tired, sweat was running down my back. “OK, I officially give up on this for the day. My head hurts, my back hurts, my butt hurts, even my arms and legs hurt from holding on,” I whined, lying like a starfish on the mat.
“Fine, it’s nearly one anyway so we’d better clear the studio,” Justin agreed, holding out his hand to help me up.
I shook my head, laughing. “Can’t. I honestly can’t move,” I muttered, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. The next thing I know I was hoisted off of the ground and thrown over a muscular shoulder. I squealed, somehow knowing that it would be Louis. He headed towards the girls shower room, laughing to himself. “What the hell are you doing?” I cried, still annoyed at him for what he did to me last night.
“Helping you,” he replied. I could tell he was smirking by his stupid sexy voice.
“Put me down!” I ordered, trying to wriggle free, but he just gripped me tighter.
I heard the shower turn on.
I gasped. No! He wouldn’t!
He did.
He stepped into the shower, putting me down under the spray, both of us getting completely soaked within seconds. I stood there, shocked. I had a change of clothes with me, so it didn’t really matter, but I didn’t think that he did. Ha, stupid idiot, now he has to sit in his car in wet clothes!
He was laughing at me, so I cupped my hands together and collected some water, throwing it at him; he laughed harder and gripped my waist, pressing himself to me under the shower. Water was running down his head, plastering his hair to his face. He looked sexy as hell. His clothes were slick to his body; I wanted to run my hands down him to feel the lines of his muscles that I’d only just noticed last night. He bent his head forward and kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me and pushing me against the cold, tiled wall. He sucked lightly on my bottom lip, and I gladly opened my mouth, eager to taste him again. He tasted even better today, probably because I was still half drunk when we kissed last night so I couldn’t appreciate it as much. His kissing was beautiful and was sending ripples of desire racing through my body.
Finally, he pulled away and we were both breathless. I looked into his eyes and could see that they were dancing with excitement; I could also see something else that scared the life out of me because I knew I wasn’t ready for that. I saw lust, plain and simple. Louis wanted my body badly. I gasped and pushed him back, stepping out of the shower quickly.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Too soon, right?” he asked, coming out of the shower and taking hold of my hand.
I turned back to look at him. I couldn’t give him what he wanted; he could get that somewhere else. I mean, he was Louis Tomlinson for goodness sake, he could have any girl he wanted, and he did! He’d already admitted he’d hooked up with someone last night before he kissed me. He was a player plain and simple, and if I let him have my heart, he would break it, no doubt about it.
“Louis, what do you want from me?” I asked quietly, looking at my soaked sneakers.
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face so I had to look at him. “Everything,” he said simply.
My heart stopped and then took off in a sprint at how sweet that sounded. Wait, it’s just a line to get into your pants, Amber, calm down! “I can’t give you that, not even close. Go find the skank that you hooked up with last night, I’m sure she’s more than willing to do everything with you,” I growled nastily, doing air quotes around the word everything, before storming off to get changed. My bag was already in here; one of the girls must have put it in here for me after seeing me and Louis in the shower making out. My face flushed with embarrassment.
Louis’s fingers closed around my wrist, so I had to stop. “What skank are you talking about, Angel?” he questioned.
I groaned in frustration. “The skank you screwed before you kissed me in bed! Damn it, Louis, you weren’t even drunk and you’ve forgotten already? Wow, this one must have really meant something to you,” I spat acidly.
He recoiled, looking at me with confusion clear across his face. “I didn’t screw anyone last night. What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to pull me to him, but I stood my ground and wrenched my wrist out of his grasp. He didn’t resist, he just let me go; he knew I didn’t like being restrained.
I scowled at him and grabbed the towel out of my bag, towelling off my dripping hair. I pulled the little daisy out of my ponytail and threw it at his feet. “Louis, you already told me in the car earlier that you fucked some chick you wanted, and that’s why you’re so happy,” I growled. Is he seriously going to lie to me about it now?
Understanding crossed his face; his body seemed to visibly relax. “Actually, I never said I fucked anyone. What I actually said was that I finally scored with a really hot chick that I’d been after for a while,” he explained, shrugging and smiling, as if this cleared everything up.
I shook my head, still angry. The wording didn't matter to me, it was all the same and I still felt betrayed and used. "Whatever, fucked, scored, it's all the same thing. You're a stupid freaking player and I can't believe I let you kiss me. Twice!" I cried. I could feel the tears threatening to come out, so I turned my back on him.
"You're misunderstanding what I meant!" he said desperately.
I span around to face him again. "Oh, I'm sorry! Explain please," I said sarcastically, waving my hand in a go ahead gesture.
"I was talking about you," he said quietly. I frowned, me? "I've been crazy about you since the first time I saw you, Angel, but your brother wouldn't let me anywhere near you. All this time it's only ever been you." He looked at the floor like a little lost boy and I couldn't breathe.
Did he really just say that? He liked me but Liam wouldn't let him near me? How could that be true? Anyway, he's a player who has had sex with three or four different girls a week. How could it only ever be me? He's never even had a girlfriend, he just has dates!
He looked at me pleadingly, he was hurting I could tell by his face, but I didn't know what to do. If I took a chance I knew I would fall in love with him and there was a good chance he would break my heart into a million pieces, but I don't think I could stand to lose him. He had been a constant in my life and I needed him, probably more than I needed Liam. He stepped forward and took my face in his hands and bent his face to mine and kissed me, tenderly. I knew the decision had been made; this really wasn't something I could think through and reason out the pros and cons. When Louis kissed me, everything seemed right and whole, just like it should be. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him tightly, pressing into his chest.
He pulled away and grinned at me. "How about I buy lunch today, and we call it a date?" He suggested, looking at me shyly. I'd never seen Louis look shy or vulnerable in his life. The tender, pleading expression on his face was enough to set what felt like a hundred butterflies loose in my stomach.
I pretended to think about it for a few seconds and his face fell.
"OK," I finally agreed, smiling. He grinned happily before pulling me into another kiss that actually made me feel a little giddy.
He pulled out of the kiss just as I was getting slightly breathless. "I'd better go get some dry clothes from the car, give you a chance to get changed," he said looking me over with a satisfied smile on his face. "Not that you don't look sexy as hell in what you're wearing."
I looked down at myself to see that my white t-shirt was now stuck to me and completely see through. I laughed uncomfortablely and wrapped my arms around myself, blushing like crazy. He laughed too and bent to pick up the flower that I had thrown at his feet. He held it back out to me, smiling his beautiful smile.
"Thanks," I whispered, biting my lip as my face burned with embarrassment.
"Anytime, Angel," he said as he walked out of the door.
“Hello?” I yawned.
“Amber! Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to be practicing,” an angry male voice ranted. I winced away from the sound and tried to get up, but Louis was near enough lying on top of me. He was pinning me on my stomach, his arm and leg thrown over me, and he was using my back as a pillow. It was surprisingly comfortable.
“Justin?” I croaked, looking at my alarm clock, but the numbers were all blurry, I couldn’t make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them to see that the time was now 8:42 a.m.
Shit!
“Yeah. Who the hell else do you think it’s going be? You were supposed to be here at eight thirty, Amber. Are you coming or what?” he asked, clearly annoyed.
“Um, yeah, I’m on my way.”
Louis groaned. “Tell him it’s Saturday and I’m tired,” he moaned into my back. I chuckled at his sleepy voice and wriggled so that he’d move off of me and I could get up.
“Listen, Amber, kick that hot piece off ass out of your bed and get over here! We have a new routine, and you need to learn it,” Justin instructed, his tone amused now. He’d obviously heard Louis’s voice. Justin was the only person that knew that Louis stayed with me, he didn’t know the whole story as to why, but he knew that he did, though he only thought it was a Friday night after the party, not everyday. I’d had to tell Justin something because Louis drove me to my dance practice every Saturday, hung-over or not, so Justin had become suspicious and started asking too many questions.
Louis whined about having to take me to dance practice, of course, especially if he was still feeling the effects of the late night, so he’d imposed two stipulations that worked out in his favour. One, I buy lunch, and two, I not tell my brother. Both of which were fine with me. Liam knew I danced, but he had never actually seen me do it, I had a feeling he wouldn’t like it too much if he did. Louis and Justin got on remarkably well, which actually really surprised me at first because I wouldn’t have thought that a macho ice hockey player could be friends with an openly gay guy who liked to wear something pink every day. Shows how much I know.
“I’ll be there in a bit, and I’ll bring doughnuts to apologise, OK?” I offered sweetly. I didn’t want him annoyed with me all morning; he would work me twice as hard.
Justin sighed dramatically. “Fine, just hurry up.”
I pushed my cell phone back onto the side and wriggled a little more because Liam still hadn’t taken the hint and moved. “Louis, Justin said I need to kick your hot ass out of my bed and get there, fast.” I chuckled.
He groaned and buried his face into my back. “Damn Saturdays are a pain in my ass,” he muttered, rolling off of me onto his back. I turned my head to look at him; he was giving me his trademark smirk. “Your T-shirt’s ridden up a bit there. Want me to get that for you?” he asked, looking down at my backside. I quickly shot my hands down to feel that his T-shirt that I was wearing, was now up bunched up around my waist, which meant he had a clear view of my butt in my thong. I didn’t quite know where we stood after last night, but I definitely felt like I had the right to tease him a little. It wasn’t like he’d never seen me in my underwear before; he saw enough of me last night while I was being sick in just my underwear!
“No thanks. I got it.” I climbed out of the bed and stripped off his T-shirt, throwing it in his face so I was just standing there in my underwear. “Thanks for the loan,” I said, smirking and padding over to my closet, trying to find some sweatpants or something I could wear to dance in. He gasped behind me and then let out a little moan. I bit my lip to stop the giggle escaping as the bedsprings creaked; suddenly his hot breath was blowing down my neck, making my whole body break out in goosebumps.
“So, am I allowed to touch you today?” he asked quietly.
I stiffened, shocked by his question. I turned to face him; he was standing directly behind me in just his boxers, looking like a Greek God.
I had no idea what to say. “Um… I don’t know… do you want to?” I asked, a little unsure of myself. He’d been with so many girls before, all of them prettier than me and more experienced than me. That had been my first real kiss last night; no doubt I sucked royally at it!
Louis nodded eagerly; his eyes were locked on mine. He wasn’t looking at my body even though I was almost naked, which made my stomach do a flip for some reason. I stiffened and held my breath as he lifted his hands slowly, giving me the chance to stop him. When I didn’t protest he set them on my hips. His touch sent a hot flush to my skin and butterflies to my stomach. He pulled me forwards into his chest and trailed his fingers slowly around to my back. One hand made its way up, gripping the back of my neck lightly, while the other hand tickled its way downwards. I gasped as his hand brushed over my ass, just once, before coming to rest on the small of my back. His eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time.
Nervous excitement was racing through my body, and I just stood there, frozen, not knowing what I should do. This was all so totally new to me, and I was almost scared to death, but in a good way somehow. He bent his head slowly, and I felt my eyes widen, waiting for his soft lips to make contact with mine.
Just as they were about to connect, my cell phone rang again. We both looked at the phone startled. My heart was slowly returning to normal rate as I started to come back to reality. Louis was glaring at the piece of plastic hatefully and I had the distinct impression that he was trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes to make it stop ringing. I giggled at his exasperated expression and pulled away from him to answer it. The caller ID said Justin, again.
I sighed and swiped the screen to answer it. “I said I’m on my way!” I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Just making sure you and your hot ass friend didn’t go back to sleep,” he said, chuckling as he disconnected. I tossed the phone on the bed and looked back at Louis; he was still watching me but was getting dressed at the same time. I smiled at him and he smiled back. It was nice. Usually, he changed into asshole daytime Louis in the morning, teasing me almost as soon as I woke up, but today he seemed different. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a tight white top to go with it. Loose clothing didn’t really work too well when we were practicing, it got in the way. I grabbed fresh underwear and decided to go to the bathroom to change.
As I walked past Louis, he grabbed my hand, making me stop. “You know you have the sexiest ass in the world, right?” he whispered, just before he pressed his lips to mine lightly, sending what felt like lightning bolts around my body.
When he let go, I just looked at him a little shocked. “Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls,” I mumbled, shaking my head and walking into the bathroom. I closed the door and leant against it, taking a deep breath.
What’s wrong with me? Why is he making me feel like this? That’s Louis for goodness sake! He’s going to crush you, and you’re going to end up like that damn slut Jessica, begging for his attention once he’s finished and got what he wanted.
But he wouldn’t do that to me. He’d spent every night with me for the last eight years. I needed him to be able to sleep, he kept my nightmares away. He wouldn’t hurt me… would he? I trusted him to keep me safe, but could I trust him with my heart? I knew the answer to that was no, I couldn’t. But for some reason I wanted to.
When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, but that wasn’t surprising. I walked over to my window to lock it, as usual, and I saw a small white daisy on my windowsill. I looked out of the window and smiled; these flowers grew just outside my window, he must have picked one for me when he climbed out, and left it there knowing I would see it when I locked the window. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled, a little confused. That was so unlike Louis to do something like that.
I sighed as I tucked the little flower into my ponytail and then headed to the kitchen, grabbing two juice boxes. I scribbled a note for Liam telling him that I had gone dancing and that I would help him clear up later if he would let Kate and Sarah come over to watch a movie tonight. I knew he would go for it, this was my usual bribe for helping him clear up after his parties; they would come over to ours in the evening and he would pay for pizza and a movie. All he had to do was put up with two flirtatious girls hitting on him all night.
I skipped out of the front door and over to Louis’s car that was already running outside my house. “Hey, got you this,” I chirped, handing him the drink.
“Thanks. Got you this.” He smiled, handing me a slice of toast.
“That’s a pretty good exchange,” I mused, smiling at him and taking a bite. “Oh, I need to go to Benny’s and get doughnuts if that’s alright.” I looked at him hopefully while we were driving down the high street. He nodded and was still grinning to himself broadly. “Why so happy today?” I asked, curious as to why he was smiling so much. He couldn’t have had much sleep, and I knew he was still tired, I could tell by his eyes.
He shrugged. “I had a good night last night that’s all. I finally scored with some really hot chick that I’ve been after for a while.” He winked at me and his genuine smile turned into his stupid smirk.
My insides felt like someone had shoved a chainsaw into my stomach. He had hooked up with someone, and then came on to me in the bed? I’d kissed him, a proper kiss too, and he had used some girl for sex before that? I ground my teeth in frustration, knowing that I shouldn’t have expected anything different from someone like him. I turned away so he couldn’t see how hurt I was, and glared out of my window, refusing to cry. Crying was for the weak. I hardly ever let anyone see me cry, but some people were already behind the defences I had built so I couldn’t help it. He pulled up outside Benny’s Bakery and I jumped out, wanting to be away from him. I ordered twenty assorted doughnuts, heavy on the chocolate variety because they were my favourites.
When I got back in the car, Louis smiled. “Got enough there?” he joked, looking at the two huge boxes I had in my arms.
I just nodded and turned up the radio. “I like this song.” Actually, I had no idea what it was; I just didn’t want to talk to him.
He shot me a weird glance. “You hate rave music,” he said, frowning and turning it down. I sighed. He was right, I did hate that stuff, but I would rather listen to it than have to talk to him right now.
A few minutes later, we pulled up outside the studio where my crew rehearsed every Saturday. We were a street dancing crew, and we were pretty good too. We had entered a dance battle last week against ten other crews in the area and had come second, winning over $1,000 in prize money. Not that we ever saw any of the money, it went straight on studio time, uniforms, music, and fliers or posters. I loved to dance. Street dance was my favourite and anything that went with a hip hop beat got my vote. It had always been my dream since I was a little girl to have my own dance studio, maybe one day I’d get there, but it seemed highly unlikely.
“Hey, I’m so sorry guys, I overslept,” I apologised, wincing as we walked into the studio and everyone turned to look at me.
Justin shook his head. “That’s OK. I’d oversleep too if I had that fine ass in my bed,” he teased, nodding over my shoulder towards Louis. I rolled my eyes and put the doughnuts on the table, grabbing a chocolate one quickly before they all went. I headed over to say hi to the other guys. There were eight of us in our crew, four girls and four guys. I was happily chatting with the guys, when Justin called everyone to start. “Seeing as we are already forty-five minutes late because someone couldn’t drag her behind out of bed on time, we’d better get started,” he stated, throwing me a mock glare.
We set to work on a new routine; it was hard and complicated and even had some pretty scary lifts. The worst one was where I was on Ricky’s shoulders and had to flip off, turn in the air so I was facing backwards, then he would catch me as I fell down his body. Almost instantly, I had to wrap my legs around his waist before leaning all the way back putting my arms on the floor and roll my body into the floor. Luckily we had mats because it took over an hour for me to land it even once, and, let me tell you, even landing on your back or stomach on a padded mat, hurt, especially if the muscled guy who was supposed to catch you, landed on top of you.
After about the twentieth attempt, I pushed Ricky off of me, laughing. I couldn’t even get up I was so tired, sweat was running down my back. “OK, I officially give up on this for the day. My head hurts, my back hurts, my butt hurts, even my arms and legs hurt from holding on,” I whined, lying like a starfish on the mat.
“Fine, it’s nearly one anyway so we’d better clear the studio,” Justin agreed, holding out his hand to help me up.
I shook my head, laughing. “Can’t. I honestly can’t move,” I muttered, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. The next thing I know I was hoisted off of the ground and thrown over a muscular shoulder. I squealed, somehow knowing that it would be Louis. He headed towards the girls shower room, laughing to himself. “What the hell are you doing?” I cried, still annoyed at him for what he did to me last night.
“Helping you,” he replied. I could tell he was smirking by his stupid sexy voice.
“Put me down!” I ordered, trying to wriggle free, but he just gripped me tighter.
I heard the shower turn on.
I gasped. No! He wouldn’t!
He did.
He stepped into the shower, putting me down under the spray, both of us getting completely soaked within seconds. I stood there, shocked. I had a change of clothes with me, so it didn’t really matter, but I didn’t think that he did. Ha, stupid idiot, now he has to sit in his car in wet clothes!
He was laughing at me, so I cupped my hands together and collected some water, throwing it at him; he laughed harder and gripped my waist, pressing himself to me under the shower. Water was running down his head, plastering his hair to his face. He looked sexy as hell. His clothes were slick to his body; I wanted to run my hands down him to feel the lines of his muscles that I’d only just noticed last night. He bent his head forward and kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me and pushing me against the cold, tiled wall. He sucked lightly on my bottom lip, and I gladly opened my mouth, eager to taste him again. He tasted even better today, probably because I was still half drunk when we kissed last night so I couldn’t appreciate it as much. His kissing was beautiful and was sending ripples of desire racing through my body.
Finally, he pulled away and we were both breathless. I looked into his eyes and could see that they were dancing with excitement; I could also see something else that scared the life out of me because I knew I wasn’t ready for that. I saw lust, plain and simple. Louis wanted my body badly. I gasped and pushed him back, stepping out of the shower quickly.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Too soon, right?” he asked, coming out of the shower and taking hold of my hand.
I turned back to look at him. I couldn’t give him what he wanted; he could get that somewhere else. I mean, he was Louis Tomlinson for goodness sake, he could have any girl he wanted, and he did! He’d already admitted he’d hooked up with someone last night before he kissed me. He was a player plain and simple, and if I let him have my heart, he would break it, no doubt about it.
“Louis, what do you want from me?” I asked quietly, looking at my soaked sneakers.
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face so I had to look at him. “Everything,” he said simply.
My heart stopped and then took off in a sprint at how sweet that sounded. Wait, it’s just a line to get into your pants, Amber, calm down! “I can’t give you that, not even close. Go find the skank that you hooked up with last night, I’m sure she’s more than willing to do everything with you,” I growled nastily, doing air quotes around the word everything, before storming off to get changed. My bag was already in here; one of the girls must have put it in here for me after seeing me and Louis in the shower making out. My face flushed with embarrassment.
Louis’s fingers closed around my wrist, so I had to stop. “What skank are you talking about, Angel?” he questioned.
I groaned in frustration. “The skank you screwed before you kissed me in bed! Damn it, Louis, you weren’t even drunk and you’ve forgotten already? Wow, this one must have really meant something to you,” I spat acidly.
He recoiled, looking at me with confusion clear across his face. “I didn’t screw anyone last night. What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to pull me to him, but I stood my ground and wrenched my wrist out of his grasp. He didn’t resist, he just let me go; he knew I didn’t like being restrained.
I scowled at him and grabbed the towel out of my bag, towelling off my dripping hair. I pulled the little daisy out of my ponytail and threw it at his feet. “Louis, you already told me in the car earlier that you fucked some chick you wanted, and that’s why you’re so happy,” I growled. Is he seriously going to lie to me about it now?
Understanding crossed his face; his body seemed to visibly relax. “Actually, I never said I fucked anyone. What I actually said was that I finally scored with a really hot chick that I’d been after for a while,” he explained, shrugging and smiling, as if this cleared everything up.
I shook my head, still angry. The wording didn't matter to me, it was all the same and I still felt betrayed and used. "Whatever, fucked, scored, it's all the same thing. You're a stupid freaking player and I can't believe I let you kiss me. Twice!" I cried. I could feel the tears threatening to come out, so I turned my back on him.
"You're misunderstanding what I meant!" he said desperately.
I span around to face him again. "Oh, I'm sorry! Explain please," I said sarcastically, waving my hand in a go ahead gesture.
"I was talking about you," he said quietly. I frowned, me? "I've been crazy about you since the first time I saw you, Angel, but your brother wouldn't let me anywhere near you. All this time it's only ever been you." He looked at the floor like a little lost boy and I couldn't breathe.
Did he really just say that? He liked me but Liam wouldn't let him near me? How could that be true? Anyway, he's a player who has had sex with three or four different girls a week. How could it only ever be me? He's never even had a girlfriend, he just has dates!
He looked at me pleadingly, he was hurting I could tell by his face, but I didn't know what to do. If I took a chance I knew I would fall in love with him and there was a good chance he would break my heart into a million pieces, but I don't think I could stand to lose him. He had been a constant in my life and I needed him, probably more than I needed Liam. He stepped forward and took my face in his hands and bent his face to mine and kissed me, tenderly. I knew the decision had been made; this really wasn't something I could think through and reason out the pros and cons. When Louis kissed me, everything seemed right and whole, just like it should be. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him tightly, pressing into his chest.
He pulled away and grinned at me. "How about I buy lunch today, and we call it a date?" He suggested, looking at me shyly. I'd never seen Louis look shy or vulnerable in his life. The tender, pleading expression on his face was enough to set what felt like a hundred butterflies loose in my stomach.
I pretended to think about it for a few seconds and his face fell.
"OK," I finally agreed, smiling. He grinned happily before pulling me into another kiss that actually made me feel a little giddy.
He pulled out of the kiss just as I was getting slightly breathless. "I'd better go get some dry clothes from the car, give you a chance to get changed," he said looking me over with a satisfied smile on his face. "Not that you don't look sexy as hell in what you're wearing."
I looked down at myself to see that my white t-shirt was now stuck to me and completely see through. I laughed uncomfortablely and wrapped my arms around myself, blushing like crazy. He laughed too and bent to pick up the flower that I had thrown at his feet. He held it back out to me, smiling his beautiful smile.
"Thanks," I whispered, biting my lip as my face burned with embarrassment.
"Anytime, Angel," he said as he walked out of the door.
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