Moments
Day 2
“Louis don’t be so silly!” she giggles as she runs from me with her towel wrapped loosely around her slender body. She holds on to it for dear life and she runs through the house laughing hysterically. I chase after her, grabbing at the towel and pretending to pull it from her, and she jerks and screeches every time she senses my hands near her. She runs through into the living and I follow after her, shouting and laughing.
‘I’m gonna get ya! I always do! You might as well give in!’
‘Louis no!’ She laughs, trying to pull the towel tighter around herself. I run into the living room to find Harry and his mum sitting on the couch drinking tea and watching something on the T.V. I give Harry’s mum a little wave and she glances at me and then to Isabelle with a confused frown on her face. Harry looks to me and covers his face with his hands, shaking his head. He then turns around to his mum and, I presume, starts to explain the situation in hand.
This is a ritual with Isabelle and me. When I hear her coming out from the shower I hide behind the door and chase her when she comes out, not stopping until I have successfully pulled the towel from her body. I can’t tell you how many times all four of the guys have seen her naked and that mortifies her.
‘Louis no!’ She screeches again through snorts and laughter. She runs behind the island in the kitchen and stops, leaning on to it and watching me like a hawk. She’s getting good at this, but so am I.
I throw myself over the island and she screeches wildly, trying to get away. I grab at her towel and yank it hard, but she has a firm grip on it. ‘Nearly!’ I shout to her, letting myself slide off of the counter. I push my glasses up my nose and continue to run after her. She sprints back into the living room and stands in front of Harry’s mum, who looks up to her and sips her tea.
‘You wouldn’t do it in front of Harry’s mum.’ She says to me with a hint of mockery in her tone. I throw her a quizzical look.
‘You sure about that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Don’t be.’ I say, lunging for her. I hear her screaming as I pull at her towel and she tries to get away, but she is too late. I wrap the towel around my hand, balling it into my fist, and I hear her giggling and snorting hysterically as I hear gasps coming from Harry and his mum.
‘Louis no! Louis please don’t! Louis argh! LOUIS!’
I yank one last time and the towel is mines. Isabelle stands there right in front of Harry’s mum for a split second with her eyes wide, and I raise one eyebrow as I glance at her naked body. ‘I told you.’ I wink. She freaks out and runs across the living room and out of the door, laughing like I have never laughed before. I throw myself down on the couch across from Harry and his mum, the victory towel slung over my shoulder.
‘My business here is done.’
‘Thank God…’ I hear Harry whispering. I glance up to him and he’s trying to supress a laugh as he looks to his mum, who looks extremely disturbed. She sits awkwardly sipping her tea and fiddling with the T.V remote control.
‘Well,’ She says. ‘Looks like I have just met the infamous Isabelle.’
‘Yep. That’s her alright,’ Harry says. ‘Laid bare. Stripped down. Exposed. 100% her.’
Harry’s mum shakes her head and rolls her eyes as we sit and laugh. Just then, Isabelle returns with one of my old tees and a pair of joggies on. She edges towards the couches slowly with wide eyes, trying to hold her laughter in.
‘Hiya Anne.’ She says sheepishly, walking over to Harry’s mum and extending her hand. ‘It’s lovely to finally meet you.’
‘It’s lovely to finally meet you too!’ Anne laughs. ‘And what a meeting it was… I’ve heard a lot about you. Louis has a lot to say.’
I look to Louis. ‘Better not have been bad things.’ She smiles, snapping her head around to me and throwing me daggers. I told my hands up in protest.
‘No way. Only good things about you!’ I laugh, pushing my glasses up my nose again. God, I need to get my contacts in because these specs are seriously getting on my wick. I like wearing my specs around Isabelle though because she loves it when I wear them. Apparently they make me look “sexual”. Isabelle shakes Harry’s mum’s hand gently and smiles sweetly to her. She then turns swiftly and turns to me, plonking herself down on the couch next to me. She pulls her feet up and rests them on my lap, and I lift my hands up to hold her perfect ankles. I gently slide my hand inside the leg of her joggies and I watch as her toes curl. She slides further down into the couch and puts her arms behind her head, sighing in content. I look to her and she glances back at me, smiling sheepishly and flickering her eyes up to me. I raise one of my eyebrows and throw her a smile back, knowing exactly what she wants.
But then I stop as I hear the door opening. I turn around to find Zayn, Liam and Niall walk through the door, throwing their jackets anywhere that doesn’t look messy.
‘Hi guys! Oh hi Anne!’ Niall shouts, walking slightly faster into the living room and throwing himself down in the space between Harry and his mum. Harry rolls his eyes playfully as Niall instantly throws himself into a full blown conversation with his mum. Oh how Niall’s fancied Harry’s mum since the day he laid eyes upon her. What a lad.
Liam and Zayn greet everyone and Liam instantly heads to the kitchen, demanding that someone “make him toast and butter because he can’t do it himself.”
‘I’ll do it,’ I say, lifting Isabelle’s legs from me and setting them back down on the couch. I turn around to her before I hear through to the kitchen and she throws me her puppy dog eyes.
‘No. Bad girl!’ I snap playfully, making the “I’m watching you” gesture whilst walking away.
‘I hate you!’ She shouts, pretending to be a child throwing a tantrum. She slaps her feet and fists into the couch and then folds her arms over her chest, making a face to me. She turns around abruptly and face plants the couch, making an inhuman noise.
‘You’re grounded!’ I shout as I walk through to the kitchen.
‘You’re gay!’ She shouts back, making everyone in the house laugh.
‘I agree.’ Niall scoffs, followed by Zayn saying “most definitely.”
Oh how I’m going to get her back for that later on.
I go about my business making Liam some non-burnt toast. If he made it himself he would have seriously burned the whole house down. The guy can’t cook to save himself; he can’t even use a microwave without breaking it. In Harry’s place during the X Factor he went into the kitchen to make some food, and came running back out declaring that he’d set the microwave on fire and that the chances are we’re all going to die. However, the actual situation was that Liam thought it would be clever to put a tin of ravioli into the microwave with a fork sticking out of it. A tin with a fork in it. I mean, come on you could not get any more stupid than that. So it turns out the tin exploded and the fork jams the fan inside the microwave. It created a lovely big fire and he nearly burned the kitchen down. So yeah, ever since then we have not allowed Liam to cook anything. Even cereal.
When I finish making Liam his food I go back to the living room to find that Isabelle has gone missing. I find Niall still sitting harassing (verging on sexually harassing) Harry’s mum, and he’s telling her some mad story about how one time he fitted 10 Jaffa Cakes into his mouth. Safe to say she is intrigued.
I stoat down the hall towards my bedroom, and the door suddenly swings open. Isabelle’s head pops out from behind the door and she smiles sexily to me.
‘You’re only allowed in here if you promise to take your clothes off.’
‘Do I need to take my clothes off first or can I come in and then take my clothes off?’
‘Ah, now that’s the question, Louis Tomlinson.’
‘I mean, come on. Anne’s already seen you naked. Two’s too much.’
‘I would never pass up an offer to see you naked, and I don’t think Anne would too. I bet she was well fantasizing about your buff swagmasta from Doncasta body. Oh yeah!’
She waits for a negative response from me, but she gets a nice surprise. I pull my tee over my head and throw it to her. She catches it and throws it in the room, looking to me and eyeing my joggies. I don’t hesitate on pulling them down, and I kick them off, throwing them to her. She throws them in the room too and raises her eyebrows.
‘Someone’s in a good mood.’ She says.
‘You could say that.’
She nods and opens the door, allowing me to enter, and I stroll in, glancing at her as I walk past. She slams the door shut and flicks the lock on, standing with her hands on her hips. She wearing the silk dressing gown that I bought her for her birthday and it clings to her in all the right places, allowing me to mentally undress her with my eyes. However, there’s no need to do it mentally, is there?
I walk over to her and lift my hands to her face. She closes her eyes and rests her face in my hand. I feel her cold fingertips grazing my waist, and they run all the way up and around my back, making me shiver. I gently kiss her cheek and she turns to me, staring into my eyes lovingly.
‘Louis?’ She says softly.
‘Yes?’ I whisper back, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb. She pulls herself closer to me and her face is a mere inch from mines. She licks her lips and it drives me insane inside.
‘Let’s stop all of this soppy shit and just fuck me.’ She says sternly.
‘OK,’ I nod, throwing her down onto the bed as she laughs. I fall down next to her and pull her into me, kissing her hungrily. I kiss her soft lips forcefully and she mangles her slender fingers into my hair, tugging at it. I pull away from her and sit, slowly running my hands down her chest to the tie on the dressing gown. I pull gently and slowly at the knot and Isabelle lies staring at me, biting her lip, urging for me to “quit the shit and get on with it.” I laugh as I tease her and she giggles, sliding her hands down to mines and pulling them, untying the ties of the dressing gown and letting it fall open.
‘We wouldn’t want to get this in a mess now, would we?’ She says, arching her back and pulling the dressing gown from under her back.
‘No we certainly would not. That was expensive.’ I reply with a whisper. The dressing gown falls to the floor as my body falls into hers. I kiss her neck hungrily as I feel her legs coiling around my waist and her arms snaking around my neck. As I bring my lips to hers her phone begins buzzing and ringing. She swipes it from the bed side table and grunts, gesturing for me to carry on. I do so eagerly, running my hands down to her chest and snaking them around her back, feeling for the hooks on her bra. The phone keeps ringing and it’s a terrible distraction. Isabelle just carries on though as if nothing is happening, so I try to do so too.
The phone stops ringing after about thirty seconds, but it beeps and goes straight to voice mail. I carry on with slinging Isabelle’s bra onto the floor and she looks down to me and smiles, winking. I bring myself back up to her face, but her head snaps to the side as she hears the voice mail.
Suddenly she sits up abruptly, and I move over to the side of the bed as she throws herself down onto the floor to pick her phone up.
‘Are you okay?!’ I gasp, shocked.
‘I need to take this.’ She whispers as she pulls the dressing gown back on, rushing out of the door.
So she leaves me hanging, leaving and slamming the door behind her. Oh well, looks like I’m going to need some tissues and a clean pair of boxers.
‘I’m gonna get ya! I always do! You might as well give in!’
‘Louis no!’ She laughs, trying to pull the towel tighter around herself. I run into the living room to find Harry and his mum sitting on the couch drinking tea and watching something on the T.V. I give Harry’s mum a little wave and she glances at me and then to Isabelle with a confused frown on her face. Harry looks to me and covers his face with his hands, shaking his head. He then turns around to his mum and, I presume, starts to explain the situation in hand.
This is a ritual with Isabelle and me. When I hear her coming out from the shower I hide behind the door and chase her when she comes out, not stopping until I have successfully pulled the towel from her body. I can’t tell you how many times all four of the guys have seen her naked and that mortifies her.
‘Louis no!’ She screeches again through snorts and laughter. She runs behind the island in the kitchen and stops, leaning on to it and watching me like a hawk. She’s getting good at this, but so am I.
I throw myself over the island and she screeches wildly, trying to get away. I grab at her towel and yank it hard, but she has a firm grip on it. ‘Nearly!’ I shout to her, letting myself slide off of the counter. I push my glasses up my nose and continue to run after her. She sprints back into the living room and stands in front of Harry’s mum, who looks up to her and sips her tea.
‘You wouldn’t do it in front of Harry’s mum.’ She says to me with a hint of mockery in her tone. I throw her a quizzical look.
‘You sure about that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Don’t be.’ I say, lunging for her. I hear her screaming as I pull at her towel and she tries to get away, but she is too late. I wrap the towel around my hand, balling it into my fist, and I hear her giggling and snorting hysterically as I hear gasps coming from Harry and his mum.
‘Louis no! Louis please don’t! Louis argh! LOUIS!’
I yank one last time and the towel is mines. Isabelle stands there right in front of Harry’s mum for a split second with her eyes wide, and I raise one eyebrow as I glance at her naked body. ‘I told you.’ I wink. She freaks out and runs across the living room and out of the door, laughing like I have never laughed before. I throw myself down on the couch across from Harry and his mum, the victory towel slung over my shoulder.
‘My business here is done.’
‘Thank God…’ I hear Harry whispering. I glance up to him and he’s trying to supress a laugh as he looks to his mum, who looks extremely disturbed. She sits awkwardly sipping her tea and fiddling with the T.V remote control.
‘Well,’ She says. ‘Looks like I have just met the infamous Isabelle.’
‘Yep. That’s her alright,’ Harry says. ‘Laid bare. Stripped down. Exposed. 100% her.’
Harry’s mum shakes her head and rolls her eyes as we sit and laugh. Just then, Isabelle returns with one of my old tees and a pair of joggies on. She edges towards the couches slowly with wide eyes, trying to hold her laughter in.
‘Hiya Anne.’ She says sheepishly, walking over to Harry’s mum and extending her hand. ‘It’s lovely to finally meet you.’
‘It’s lovely to finally meet you too!’ Anne laughs. ‘And what a meeting it was… I’ve heard a lot about you. Louis has a lot to say.’
I look to Louis. ‘Better not have been bad things.’ She smiles, snapping her head around to me and throwing me daggers. I told my hands up in protest.
‘No way. Only good things about you!’ I laugh, pushing my glasses up my nose again. God, I need to get my contacts in because these specs are seriously getting on my wick. I like wearing my specs around Isabelle though because she loves it when I wear them. Apparently they make me look “sexual”. Isabelle shakes Harry’s mum’s hand gently and smiles sweetly to her. She then turns swiftly and turns to me, plonking herself down on the couch next to me. She pulls her feet up and rests them on my lap, and I lift my hands up to hold her perfect ankles. I gently slide my hand inside the leg of her joggies and I watch as her toes curl. She slides further down into the couch and puts her arms behind her head, sighing in content. I look to her and she glances back at me, smiling sheepishly and flickering her eyes up to me. I raise one of my eyebrows and throw her a smile back, knowing exactly what she wants.
But then I stop as I hear the door opening. I turn around to find Zayn, Liam and Niall walk through the door, throwing their jackets anywhere that doesn’t look messy.
‘Hi guys! Oh hi Anne!’ Niall shouts, walking slightly faster into the living room and throwing himself down in the space between Harry and his mum. Harry rolls his eyes playfully as Niall instantly throws himself into a full blown conversation with his mum. Oh how Niall’s fancied Harry’s mum since the day he laid eyes upon her. What a lad.
Liam and Zayn greet everyone and Liam instantly heads to the kitchen, demanding that someone “make him toast and butter because he can’t do it himself.”
‘I’ll do it,’ I say, lifting Isabelle’s legs from me and setting them back down on the couch. I turn around to her before I hear through to the kitchen and she throws me her puppy dog eyes.
‘No. Bad girl!’ I snap playfully, making the “I’m watching you” gesture whilst walking away.
‘I hate you!’ She shouts, pretending to be a child throwing a tantrum. She slaps her feet and fists into the couch and then folds her arms over her chest, making a face to me. She turns around abruptly and face plants the couch, making an inhuman noise.
‘You’re grounded!’ I shout as I walk through to the kitchen.
‘You’re gay!’ She shouts back, making everyone in the house laugh.
‘I agree.’ Niall scoffs, followed by Zayn saying “most definitely.”
Oh how I’m going to get her back for that later on.
I go about my business making Liam some non-burnt toast. If he made it himself he would have seriously burned the whole house down. The guy can’t cook to save himself; he can’t even use a microwave without breaking it. In Harry’s place during the X Factor he went into the kitchen to make some food, and came running back out declaring that he’d set the microwave on fire and that the chances are we’re all going to die. However, the actual situation was that Liam thought it would be clever to put a tin of ravioli into the microwave with a fork sticking out of it. A tin with a fork in it. I mean, come on you could not get any more stupid than that. So it turns out the tin exploded and the fork jams the fan inside the microwave. It created a lovely big fire and he nearly burned the kitchen down. So yeah, ever since then we have not allowed Liam to cook anything. Even cereal.
When I finish making Liam his food I go back to the living room to find that Isabelle has gone missing. I find Niall still sitting harassing (verging on sexually harassing) Harry’s mum, and he’s telling her some mad story about how one time he fitted 10 Jaffa Cakes into his mouth. Safe to say she is intrigued.
I stoat down the hall towards my bedroom, and the door suddenly swings open. Isabelle’s head pops out from behind the door and she smiles sexily to me.
‘You’re only allowed in here if you promise to take your clothes off.’
‘Do I need to take my clothes off first or can I come in and then take my clothes off?’
‘Ah, now that’s the question, Louis Tomlinson.’
‘I mean, come on. Anne’s already seen you naked. Two’s too much.’
‘I would never pass up an offer to see you naked, and I don’t think Anne would too. I bet she was well fantasizing about your buff swagmasta from Doncasta body. Oh yeah!’
She waits for a negative response from me, but she gets a nice surprise. I pull my tee over my head and throw it to her. She catches it and throws it in the room, looking to me and eyeing my joggies. I don’t hesitate on pulling them down, and I kick them off, throwing them to her. She throws them in the room too and raises her eyebrows.
‘Someone’s in a good mood.’ She says.
‘You could say that.’
She nods and opens the door, allowing me to enter, and I stroll in, glancing at her as I walk past. She slams the door shut and flicks the lock on, standing with her hands on her hips. She wearing the silk dressing gown that I bought her for her birthday and it clings to her in all the right places, allowing me to mentally undress her with my eyes. However, there’s no need to do it mentally, is there?
I walk over to her and lift my hands to her face. She closes her eyes and rests her face in my hand. I feel her cold fingertips grazing my waist, and they run all the way up and around my back, making me shiver. I gently kiss her cheek and she turns to me, staring into my eyes lovingly.
‘Louis?’ She says softly.
‘Yes?’ I whisper back, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb. She pulls herself closer to me and her face is a mere inch from mines. She licks her lips and it drives me insane inside.
‘Let’s stop all of this soppy shit and just fuck me.’ She says sternly.
‘OK,’ I nod, throwing her down onto the bed as she laughs. I fall down next to her and pull her into me, kissing her hungrily. I kiss her soft lips forcefully and she mangles her slender fingers into my hair, tugging at it. I pull away from her and sit, slowly running my hands down her chest to the tie on the dressing gown. I pull gently and slowly at the knot and Isabelle lies staring at me, biting her lip, urging for me to “quit the shit and get on with it.” I laugh as I tease her and she giggles, sliding her hands down to mines and pulling them, untying the ties of the dressing gown and letting it fall open.
‘We wouldn’t want to get this in a mess now, would we?’ She says, arching her back and pulling the dressing gown from under her back.
‘No we certainly would not. That was expensive.’ I reply with a whisper. The dressing gown falls to the floor as my body falls into hers. I kiss her neck hungrily as I feel her legs coiling around my waist and her arms snaking around my neck. As I bring my lips to hers her phone begins buzzing and ringing. She swipes it from the bed side table and grunts, gesturing for me to carry on. I do so eagerly, running my hands down to her chest and snaking them around her back, feeling for the hooks on her bra. The phone keeps ringing and it’s a terrible distraction. Isabelle just carries on though as if nothing is happening, so I try to do so too.
The phone stops ringing after about thirty seconds, but it beeps and goes straight to voice mail. I carry on with slinging Isabelle’s bra onto the floor and she looks down to me and smiles, winking. I bring myself back up to her face, but her head snaps to the side as she hears the voice mail.
Suddenly she sits up abruptly, and I move over to the side of the bed as she throws herself down onto the floor to pick her phone up.
‘Are you okay?!’ I gasp, shocked.
‘I need to take this.’ She whispers as she pulls the dressing gown back on, rushing out of the door.
So she leaves me hanging, leaving and slamming the door behind her. Oh well, looks like I’m going to need some tissues and a clean pair of boxers.