Moments

Louis led me up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. The room was illuminated by the moon outside, it was the only light in the room. The place was big, much bigger than mine, and very messy. Of course, I usually kept my room messy, but this was a whole new level. Clothes were sprawled across the floor, plates and pop cans, a few beer bottles lay side over on a table. He had a couch and a TV on the wall. The couch was littered sheets of what seemed like music. I could see the staffs and notes. A guitar sat over in the corner by the TV and a keyboard, too. More music was laying near it. Some sheet, some piano books. I could make out one of the books - it was The Fray's 'How to Save a Life' album. I smiled to myself. On the near wall was a huge, black bed. It held countless pillows and a large, fluffy comforter. Just seeing the bed made my eyelids droop.

"Well," Louis said quietly, letting go of my hand. "This is my room. Sorry if it's a bit messy, love."

"It's nice," I said, stepping farther inside. I walked over to the big bed and sat down, the mattress bouncing under me as I did.

Louis walked over to a dresser near the bed and pulled out some blue, plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. He tossed them at me and smiled.

"Here, you can wear these to bed."

"Thank you," I grabbed the pajamas and stood up.

"I'll turn around so that you can dress. I promise I won't look." Louis said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Alright, whatever." I rolled my eyes at him and smiled.

I turned myself around and slowly stripped out of my dress. It was tight and I was tired, so it took more effort than it should have. I kicked off my high heels and instantly lost height. I chuckled to myself about that and unlatched my bra. There was no way I was wearing a strapless to bed. I slipped the shirt on over my head. It wasn't too big on me, just a little long. I slid on the pants. They were baggy on me but they were so comfortable. I pulled of the bracelet and used the hair tie I always kept around my wrist to put my hair into a messy bun.

When I was finished I turned around to find Louis changing. He had on a matching pair of pajama bottoms and was topless at the moment. I stared at the golden skin of his back, the way the muscles underneath moved and his slid shirt over his head. Something inside of me twisted. No, no way. I was not going to be this turned on by his back. Ass hole.

Louis spoke up, "Are you quite finished?"

It took me a moment to speak, my voice faltering temporarily. "Yes," I squeaked out.

Louis turned around and smiled at me, amusement written all over his face. "Were you watching me dress?"

"I -" My eyes got big.

Louis laughed. "And I kept my word, you dirty girl." He winked at me.

Oh lord. The blush that had come to my cheeks spread down to my neck now.

Louis slid under the covers of the bed and patted the spot next to him. I crawled in beside him. This bed was heaven. Louis scooted closer to me, our arms were touching now, the electricity from the club still there. His warmth radiated from him and over to me, pulling me towards him.

We were like that for awhile, slowly drifting to sleep. I was half unconscious when Louis spoke up.

"Lyric?"

"Mhhmm?" I asked, rolling over onto my side to face him, my eyes still half shut.

"Do you think I'm moving things along too fast?"

"Too fast?" I asked, waking up. I pondered for a minute. "No, not anymore."

"Anymore?" Louis questioned. He had rolled over onto his side to see me better, too.

"Well, at first I did. And it's only been a week. It might be moving too fast, but I feel like it's kind of right."

"Oh, so by 'at first' you're talking about the car incident?" He scooted closer, reaching his arm out and pulling me to him. I was against his chest, staring up at his face as he smiled down at me.

I gulped. "Yes, the car incident."

Louis leaned down to me so that his face was close to mine. It was so close that I could feel his breath against me.

"I'll admit. That was a little soon, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

I bit my lip to stop from gasping. Louis needed to stop right now before anything happened. We were just supposed to be sleeping. And if he kept at it, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from anything.

"Louis..." I back off of him a bit.

"Sorry," He mumbled.

"No, it's OK. I'm just not sure if..." I trailed off for a minute, my hand resting against his chest.

"If what?" He asked, staring at me.

"Well," I said. "Frankly, if you keep going, I'm not sure if I'd be able to keep myself off you. And I'm not ready for that yet."

Louis threw his head back and began to laugh. His laughter rising the longer it went on. My face flushed angrily and I went to climb out of the bed, but he grabbed my wrist.

"No," He said through his laughter. "Don't go," he continued to laugh. "It's just -" He was cut off by another wave of laughter. "I've never met someone so wonderful as you. That was perfect."

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked, my voice venom.

Louis sat up, his laughter dying down. He pulled me closer to him. I let him, but my body stayed rigid.

"I don't mean that in a bad way, love." He said, his arms wrapping around me. "I've never met a girl like you. Ever. You're wonderful and perfect and I knew that I should have expected that. Not that bringing you up here was my ultimate purpose, you just look sexy in my pajamas is all." He buried his face into my neck.

I rolled my eyes at him, my sour mood vanishing.

"Oh Louis, I swear..." I snuggled against him.

We stayed like that for awhile, just feeling each other's presence. I was aware of every inch of him near me. To be honest, this was the closest I had ever been to another human being and it made my heart flutter. It made me feel complete.

Slowly, I twisted around to face him. His head inches from mine, I brought my lips to his and kissed him slowly. Louis's hands cradled my face as my arms latched into his soft hair. This kiss was so much slower than in the car. It felt more like passion than lust and desire. I liked it. Slowly, we stopped kissing.

Louis smiled at me and laid down, pulling me on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my arms wrapped around him. He had one hand resting on my lower back and one stroking my head gently. I honestly never wanted this to end.

"Lyric?" Louis asked.

"Yeah?"

"What do you fear most in the world?"

I stopped for a minute, surprised by his question. Instantly, my mind whispered "death" at me. I swallowed.

"Drowning," I said after a minute. It was a bullshit answer. "What about you?" I asked.

"How I feel about you." He replied without skipping a beat.

"How you feel about me?" I asked, leaning up to get a better look at him.

"I've known you for a week and I already have feelings too much for me to explain. I know my feelings are extreme for you, but I'm not quite sure what they are yet. It scares me."

I gave him a small smile. "I know how you feel." I touched his cheek softly. His hand covered my hand and he leaned into it.

"I'm not going to say that I love you, Lyric." He said. "It's too soon and I'm not sure. But I really really fucking like you. A lot."

I laughed and leaned down to give him a small kiss on the lips.

"I really really fucking like you, too."

He smiled at me and I laid my head back down on his chest, wrapped in his arms. We fell asleep this way.

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