Moments

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" A loud voice called as light flooded the room.

"Ugh," I protested as I snuggled deeper into the covers. There was a light tugging at my foot.

"Lyric," The sing-song voice continued.

"Oh my God," I groaned, sitting up to find Louis in right in my face. I screamed. I couldn't help it. This early in the morning I didn't remember where I was, and I was not expecting him to be that close to me.

Louis flew back and hit the wall, covering his ears. When he was certain that I was finished shrieking he bent over, placing one of his hands on his knees, and the other over his heart. He panted.

"I think you gave me a heart attack."

I bit my lip and looked down to keep from laughing. "Sorry, I didn't remember where I was."

"Obviously," Louis straightened. "Alright, time to get ready. We shall -"

"We?" I asked, my head snapping up at him.

"I decided that we'll go together just so you don't get lost again and go knocking on some other celebrities door. I don't want you to pass out again, it's unbecoming." He smirked at me. I returned with a glare. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we'll be leaving in about half an hour."

"What time is it?" I asked, standing.

Louis pulled out his phone and inspected the screen. "I would say that it's about 9 in the morning."

I sighed. I hated early mornings. I stretched and then realized what I must look like. Blushing, I felt at my hair. Yep, it was a total rats nest. I cringed inwardly.

"Well, what can I take down to the car for you?" Louis asked, ignoring the obvious distress over my appearance.

"Um, you can take down most of those bags. I guess I'll just wear this." I motioned to the clothes that I had slept in. I walked over to my bags and put the pajama's I had set out back in their place.

"Alright. I guess I'm just your pack mule." Louis shot me a glimmering smile.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go get ready. Thanks for taking my bags down."

"Oh the hardships." Louis complained. "You've known me for a day and I'm lugging everything around for you. It's like you're the nagging girlfriend and her whipped date." He picked up my bags.

"Hey, you offered." I gave him a brief smile and walked into the bathroom, grabbing my purse from his hands.

Inside I opened up the bag. I pulled out my makeup case and hairbrush. Grimacing at my tangled hair, I began to work on it. I must have tossed and turned a lot last night, or it would be this bad. Finally, after that was finished, I ran some water and wiped my face down to make sure that it wasn't too oily. I then opened my makeup bag.


I chose my foundation and applied it, making sure that it was nice and smooth. I then added some winged eyeliner and mascara. After, I dug out some of my cake batter chapstick and applied it to my lips. I pressed them together and smiled at myself in the mirror.

I sighed. I guess this was going to be as good as it got. Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom. I was about to walk out the door when I realized what a mess the bed was. The sheets were tangled and the blanket twister. Quickly, I made it. I didn't want to be rude and leave Louis with chores after all he had done for me.

"Are you ready yet, woman!?" Louis hollered up the stairs.

"I'll be down in just a minute!" I yelled back, shutting the door to of the bedroom.

I hurried downstairs only to have Louis rush me outside. He opened the passenger door of the car for me and climbed into the drivers seat. He looked at me and smiled.

"Are ya ready?"

"I guess, yeah." I said, leaning back into the seat. Suddenly, I sat up. "Louis, how are you going to get home?"

"I'll have a car waiting for me there, doll. Don't worry about it."

"Oh," I sat back, relaxing. After a few minutes we of driving I couldn't even remember how to get back to Louis's.

It was a fortunate thing I had stumbled upon his house. It was like something out a fairytale. And to think that he really was a good person made me happy. There are always so many rumors about celebrities being horrible and mean behind the scenes. But from what I could tell, Louis, Harry, and Niall were the real thing. I smiled.

The whole drive Louis and both kept quite. Not many words were exchanged and I felt kind of funny. He had been so warm and open earlier that I suppose I had just assumed he would take the lead and keep conversation going. After what seemed like forever, Louis finally spoke up.

"Lyric..." He said lightly, looking over at me for a moment.

"Yes?" I asked, careful. I wasn't sure where he was going with his meek approach.

"Can I ask you something?" He kept his eyes on the road this time.

"What do you want to ask?" I stared at him.

"Well," He fidgeted with the steering wheel. "I - I know it's probably a sore subject, and I don't want to open any wounds, but, about last night - "

"Oh," I cut him off. "You want to know about my parents."

"Uh," He started again, but I stopped him.

"Last spring I was going to college. Everything was great," I looked out the window. I didn't want to know if he looked at me. I didn't like pity. As hurt as I had been last night, sobbing in his arms hadn't meant that I was looking for him to feel sorry for me. "But, I got a call one afternoon, it was around 2 PM. I had just gotten out of an hour of vocal class." I bit my lip. This was painful.

"You don't have to tell me, Lyric. I was just... I was just curious." I looked over at him. His eyes were soft as he looked at me. Fucking pity.

"No, it's fine." I hardened. "I got a call from my hometown's police station. There had been a car accident. Typical death, I guess. The officer had explained to me that there was no pain. They had both died instantly. I - " I stopped for a minute, for fear of my voice breaking. I swallowed hard and regained my composure. "Anyhow, both of my parents are dead. I had an older brother when I was a baby, but he drowned."

I notice Louis's expression had changed from pity to complete shock and worry. I wanted no one to worry about me. I couldn't deal with someone else trying to look after me.

"So I have no family left; no aunt or uncles, cousins, grandparents... It's just me." I let out a soft sigh.

"Lyric..." Louis trailed off for a moment. "I am so, terribly -"

"Don't say it." I cut him off again. "I don't want your pity. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I've had some death in my life, so what? It happens to everybody."

I started out the window. Louis was silent. I felt bad for snapping at him, but I'd never felt like anyone owed me their apologies for the inevitable truths of life.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. But it's how the world works and you don't need to feel bad about it. I'll be OK."

"Like you were last night?" Louis said, flat.

I spun in my seat to face him. "Look, just because I break down once in awhile doesn't mean I'm not alright. Everybody fucking hurts sometimes. Damn it."

"Wow..." Louis said after a moment. "You curse."

"A shit ton, too." I crossed my arms.

Louis began to laugh softly. After a moment it had build into a loud cackle and he had to pull over so that we didn't go off the road. In those moments, I joined in with him. I could feel the tension of my body uncoil, his laughter was just too contagious.

After awhile our laughter died down and we were just sitting there, quiet. I was inspecting the passing cars when I felt eyes on me. I looked over at Louis. He was staring at me, a strange look on his face. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

He kept looking at me, like I hadn't said anything. After a minute of staring back, he finally spoke up.

"Lyric," He said softly. "I want to try something." He moved closer to me.

OH SHIT.

I knew where this was going. I had read enough fanfiction, I'd watched enough movies. Hell, I'd probably fantasized about this similar situation a million times. But I never thought that something like this would actually happen. And we had just finished talking about my dead parents. It's like he didn't even -

Louis lips touched mine, his hand cradling the side of my neck. I sat, unresponsive for a moment, letting the shock get the best of me, until something inside of my chest stirred. It was like butterflies has risen from my stomach into my heart. Unhealthy, I know.

Within seconds of the feeling I was kissing him back, our lips mashing together. I'm sure it all sounds very unattractive, but the fire that was burning throughout my whole body said otherwise. My hands curled into Louis's hair as he unbuckled us. We both moved closer to each other, fighting to be nearer. His hands moved over my body, tracing the outline. His lips forced mine open and I felt his tongue snake into my mouth, toying.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that I was living every fangirls fantasy. In fact, this was my fantasy. There was no possible way that this was happening. It had to be a dream. But there was no way that a dream could feel this real.

My hands went up to Louis's face. I could feel the stubble that had started to grow along his jawline. Jesus, it turned me on. I wrapped my arms around his neck and - shit. Did I really want to be that girl?

"Lou - Louis," I said in-between kisses. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back a bit.

"What, love?" He asked, eyes questioning.

"What are we doing?"

"Well," He said, sitting back. "I was under the impression that we were snogging."

Exhaling, I fell back into my seat.

"Did I do something wrong?" Louis asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"No," I said. "The opposite actually." I blushed realizing what I'd just said.

Louis smiled at me. "Then what?"

"I don't want to be that girl, Louis. I don't want to make out with someone I hardly know."

"You know me," He said, hurt.

But I didn't. I had just met him, and, as much as I wanted to keep making out, it was just too much. He was a celebrity and I was just me. I was plain, I was ordinary, I don't see why he would want me.

"I first met you yesterday. I don't think qualifies."

"I -" He stopped, thinking. "I just feel different about you, Lyric. You're different. I like it. A lot." He gave me a small smile.

I had to admit, he was different. Not in the sense that he was different from what I'd imagined him to be, but just that he was different. He wasn't like anybody else I had ever known. Not that I'd known a lot of people, but still. I knew that I didn't want to give up any chances, but I still didn't want to just be a quick fuck.

"You're different, too." I said softly.

Louis smiled at me and patted my leg. "Alright, we're almost to the college. We'd better get going."

Well then.

After about twenty more minutes we pulled up to the college. Louis put on some sunglasses and a hat and helped me get my things. I checked in with the desk and they were relieved to know that I had made it. Apparently my disappearance had caused a spark of worry.

I got the key to my room and Louis and I took the elevator upstairs. I finally found my room, 206, and unlocked the door. Louis sat down the bags next to me.

"I'd help you unpack, love, but I've really gotta run. I've got a publicity interview with the boys later today and I need to get ready."

"Oh," I said, a little disappointing.

"Don't be too upset," He smirked. "I'll be in contact with you soon." His finger traced under my chin and he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Oh.

As he turned to walked off I realized something.

"But, Louis, I don't have a phone or your number!"

"It's taken care of, babe!" He yelled over his shoulder and he put a hand in the air to signify a goodbye. With that he disappeared in the elevator.

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I picked up all my luggage and walked into the room. The walls were white and straight ahead from the entrance was a row of windows. I sat my bags down and inspected the room. There was a large desk, a TV stand - in case I wanted a television, I suppose - and a bed. There was something small on the bed.

I walked closer to inspect it. It was a small, wrapped box. The paper was - get this - one direction. There was a large golden bow in the middle and a small slip of paper was attached. I detached the note and read it -

Dear Lyric,
This is so we can keep in touch. My number's in here ;)
Love,
Louis

Well fuck me.

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