"Lilly."
The sound of my name echoed in my dream.
"Come on Lilly you have to get up!"
Someone started shaking my body, causing me to climb out of the deep slumber I was enjoying.
"What?"
My voice came out sounding raspy.
"Louis is here, I told him that he couldn't see you until you got up, so GET UP."
Lenore said as she got off of my bed.
I opened my blue eyes, immediately regretting it; the sun filtered through the window, in my drunken state I forgot to close the blinds before passing out.
"Louis?"
I rubbed my temples, a pulsing pain thudded in my head.
"Oh shit, Louis! He's here already?"
I sat up looking at the digital clock that sat on the stand next to my queen size bed, it blinked 12:45PM.
Holy shit I slept the whole damn day away and not to mention I was still in the clothes from the night before..all of them including the black pair of pumps on my feet.
"Yes, now clean yourself up and come out there, him and Niall are making some soup, Louis calls it a magical cure to a hangover, or some shit like that."
She headed towards the bedroom door.
"Tell them I'll be right out."
I got out of the bed once she was gone and hurried into the bathroom that connected our bedrooms.
I took a quick hot shower, washing away the sweat and alcohol from the night before.
After I was clean and smelling like summer berries, I stepped out and wrapped myself up in a fluffy purple towel and made my way back into my room.
My hair leaving the droplets of water on the carpet as I opened the closet door looking for something suitable to wear.
I closed the closet with a frustrated push and went out the dresser and yanked open the drawers.
Why was I so worried about what to wear? Why did I want to impress him so much? Lord help me!
I pulled out a pair of blue underwear and a matching bra, letting the towel fall to the floor at my feet, I pulled on the undergarments.
I decided on a pair of skinny jeans that were sitting on the chair in the corner of the room and a tank top that came to stop right below my breast; it was black with RECKLESS written in white across it.
I ran a brush through my wet black hair roughly before putting a little concealer under my eyes to cover the black circles caused by the late night parting.
I put on deodorant sprayed a little perfume then left my bedroom in a flash.
The sight of him standing in my kitchen wearing a pair of skinny jeans and black V-neck t-shirt took my breath away.
He was truly the most handsome man I've ever seen.
"Well, good morning sleeping beauty."
He noticed me as I walked into the living room.
"Morning."
I closed the space between us quickly and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my still pounding head on his chest.
"How are you feeling?"
I asked him as I closed my eyes, taking in his wonderful scent.
"I feel better now that I took some medicine and Niall is making soup."
He rubbed his hands up and down my back soothingly.
I pulled away and looked to my right, seeing Niall standing over a pot and Lenore standing close by.
"Good morning Niall, sleep well?"
I pulled out of Louis's arms.
Niall looked at me, a huge grin spread across his lips.
"I didn't do much sleeping, but I did have a great night."
He put the spoon that he was using down and wrapped his arms around Lenore, kissing her nose.
"Well, that's good."
I scrunched up my own nose and looked back at Louis who was staring down at me.
"Niall, let us know when the soup is finished mate."
He reached out and grabbed my hand.
"Show me your room."
My stomach did flip flops and for a brief second I felt as it I might hurl up my guts.
"Um, okay."
I led the way to my room, taking deep calming breaths and pushed the door open.
He looked around the white painted room, that was basically clean except for a few clothing articles thrown here and there.
The queen size bed unmade, but the thick dark purple comforter sat scrunched up in the middle of the bed, Christmas lights wrapped around the head board.
Against the wall, near the window, sat a oversized chair and a reading lamp, a bookshelf sitting close by.
Pictures and band posters covered the walls.
"Very girly."
He laughed and let go of my head, going to sit on the edge of my bed.
"Well, I am a girl silly."
I went to the other side of the bed and climbed across the mattress and stretched out, my head propped up on my hands looking at him.
"A very beautiful girl."
He looked down at me with his beautiful eyes.
I felt my face heat up as a fierce blush crept up my cheeks.
"You are welcome."
He reached over and ran his fingers over my bare side causing a giggle to slip through my lips.
His fingers came to a stop and he looked at me with a smirk.
"Ticklish are we?"
He moved his body closer to mine.
"Oh no you don't."
I tried to climb backwards to get away from him, but he grabbed me and flipped me onto my back, his covering me.
"You can not escape."
He laughed dramatically and started to move his fingers quickly over my sides.
I giggled uncontrollably, my hands fighting against his trying to stop the torture.
He moved his fingers up and down, making me squeel loudly.
"Stoppp."
Tears trickled from my eyes as my laughter came harder.
Then it stopped just as quickly as it had begun, he moved his hands away from my skin and used them to hold himself up as he peared down into my eyes.
Neither one of us said a word as our faces moved closer, almost as if a magnet was pulling us together.
Our lips met in a crash, little explosions danced through my body as we moved our lips against each other.
My hips grinded against his as he moved one of his hands down to my hip, holding me closer to his body.
My own hands snaking through his soft brown hair as our tongues danced together.
I was losing myself in this kiss--I think I'm floating away.