His Bandmate

“So how about this place?” Louis ask me as we sit at the dinner table with my laptop looking at different flower shops. Dad is sitting on the other end of the table, going through his address book, figuring out who we need to call. I've been trying to write down a todo list as I sit beside Louis who's looking up the different shops in town. He's very distracting though, even if he doesn't do anything special. My body records every move he does as he runs his hand through his hair or scratch his chin. We haven't been alone since the kiss and the tension is thick even though I think we give a good performance in front of my dad.

I look over at the screen, coming a little closer toward Louis.

“It looks good, but how expensive is it?” I ask, sitting close enough to feel the scent of him and I lick my lips at the extra saliva that collects in my mouth. We get interrupted by my phone. I pick it up and look at the screen blinking with Lea all over it. Shit! I forgot to call her last night.

“I need to take this. Keep looking.” I say as I stand up and walk up the stairs. I walk into my room, securely closing my door and walking as far into the room as I possibly can and sit down at the desk chair. “Hello?” I answer the phone quietly.

“Hey, what the hell? You never called!” Lea whines on the other end. “I've been worried about you!”

“I'm so, so sorry! I totally forgot, there has happened so much and I have too much to tell you.” I apologize. I know her, and drama and secrets are her thing, so she can't be too angry if I have something she wants to know.

“What is it?” She sounds intrigued.

“Well...” I hesitate, how should I say this? There are just one way. “Louis is here.” I whisper.

“Who?” She ask confused and I feel a little shocked that she doesn't get it.

“Louis. As in Louis Tomlinson from One Direction.” I clarify, my voice thick with irony. I hear her intake of breath.

“Whaaat? Why is he there?” She shouts.

“Shh! I don't know, he was just there in the seat next to me as I got on the plane.” I say, still whispering.

“I should have guessed. Why are you whispering?” She ask confused but has calmed down.

“He doesn't want anyone to know that he's here, so I'm making sure he doesn't know I tell you. Hey! What do you mean you should have guessed?” I ask frowning. What did she mean by that?

“Well, I had some problem when I was booking your flight. There was a problem with my card...and well, Louis came to the rescue, taking over everything and booked your flight.” She say and sound kind of uncertain at how I would react to the fact. “I did wonder why he left so soon afterwards, but didn't really care enough to question it.” She add sounding thoughtful.

“That explains the first class. I wondered what hit your head when you booked me in first class.” I mumble, that should have been my first clue.

“So, why is he there?” She wonders and I feel as blank as I've done the last day.

“I have no idea. He said he thought I needed someone here for me.” I shrug even though she can't see me.

“Oh, wow. He really likes you.” Lea say and I bite the inside of my lip.

“I don't know. He's been very different since we got here, but I don't know.” I scrape some old paint of the desk with my fingernails.

“What do you mean by different?” I sigh.

“I don't know. Nice-ish? Helpful.” I shrug again.

“Well that's nice I guess?” She say and I shake my head. I don't know about that.

“I'm not sure it's true. I feel like he's going to change back to his old self any minute.” I confess.

“You like him.” I can hear the smile on her face.

“um...I don't think it's a good idea to do. It's not real.” I can't believe this charade he's doing. I can't be hurt when it's over. Because it will end. I don't know when or where, but it will.

“Don't worry about it sweetie. Maybe this is who he is and is going to be from now on.” She try to cheer me up, but it's to no use.

“We'll see.” I sigh.

Me and Lea ended the call a couple of minutes later and I sit at my old desk and look out of the window. I know that I like Louis, the first night told me that, but that doesn't mean that it's real. That we're destined to be together or anything. This is a fantasy world we're in right now, where no one but us are and everything's different. It's a nice world to be in, but I just have to remember to get out of it in one peace. My thoughts get interrupted by a knock on my door.

“Come on in.” I say and see Louis stick his head inside.

“Hey, what are you doing? Your dad went to the post office for a moment.” He say and open the door more to come inside when he sees that I'm just sitting here. He look me over as I sit with one leg bent on the desk chair.

“Nothing special, just talked to Lea.” I say and he sits down on the end of my bed. I feel my heart kick up a notch as I see him sitting there, in my old bedroom. On my bed. His hair is laying in a sweet mess on his head, styled back, showing off his eyes. He stares at me with intense eyes and I feel my stomach clench.

He reach out and pull on the handle to my chair, pulling the chair closer to the bed. I swallow hard as the chair stops in front of him, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans closer to push a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me goosebumps all over, before locking his hand behind my neck and pulling me closer to press his lips against mine. My hands rest on his upper arms and I collaborate willingly, feeling my body melt by the softness of his lips. The kiss is soft and light but soon change direction and he pulls me closer, pulling me down on the bed, so I'm laying on my back. I feel my breathing quicken and my hands moves from his arms up to his hair. The kiss is hungry and Louis groan load when we get interrupted by my phone.

“Don't answer it.” He growl, moving his lips to my jaw and down my throat. I moan, but can't ignore the ringing phone. I pull the phone out of my pocket and look at the screen, seeing that it's Harry.

“Such a cockblocker!” Louis groan as he rolls off me. I snicker and take a deep breath before answering the phone, leaning my head back against the bed.

“Hello?” I answer, hearing Louis scruff beside me and wonder if Harry will hear him.

“Hey love, what are you doing?” Harry's sweet voice ask me on the other end. Louis lays his head down on my stomach, laying on his back. I smile at the normality in this position, it feels relaxing.

“Nothing much, I've been helping my dad out, now I'm just taking a break.” I say, hating to lie to Harry. Though it's not a total lie. I have been helping my dad out and is taking a break from that right now, but I'm not doing it alone...

“Is it going good?” He ask and I smile at the concern in his voice. I've decided to forgive Harry for not helping out when I needed him to, I don't know the reason, but I don't want to ask on the phone. That is a conversation to have when I get back. Besides it's not his job to help me, even though it's a nice thing to do.

“Yeah, it's going okey, we've just started with the planning.” I mindlessly start to play with Louis hair on my stomach and see him close his eyes.

“So, how are you really doing?” Harry ask and I stop to think about it, I haven't really thought about how I feel, I've been concentrating on my dad.

“I'm not sure, I think I'm doing okey.” I say low, the sadness thick in my voice as I thing about my aunt and see Louis look up at me with one eyebrow raised.

“I'm sorry this happened to you. Death is really scary.” Harry say on the other end, he sounds like he really know what he's talking about. We haven't really talked about this stuff before. Louis turns around on the bed and pulls my t-shirt up a little, starting to trail his lips along my jeans. I take an surprised intake of breath, feeling my blood start to boil as his lips softly kiss along the edge of my pants, closer to my belly button. What is he doing? I bore my eyes into him, but he just smiles down into my stomach.

“Y-Yeah it i-is.” I stutter, sounding like I'm about to cry, but I'm actually trying not to moan. My free hand braids into Louis hair. As I feel his tongue run over my heated skin I give out a cry of pleasure. I pulls his hair at the same time as I push down. My feelings are mixed up, I don't know if I want him to stop or continue. I want both.

“Are you okey?” Harry ask concerned. I close my eyes tight, trying to make my voice sound as normal as I can manage.

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll talk to you later?” I ask, feeling my cheeks turn pink. If Harry only knew what was happening, I think he would have a heart attack.

“Of course, love. Call me when ever you need to talk, I'm here.” He say and I want to relish in his words, but Louis tongue is making that hard as it runs from one hip to the other.

“Thank you! Bye!” I say a little too excited and push the off button on the phone and throw it to the other end of the bed. “Holy crap!” I moan and Louis chuckles against my stomach. I start to pull his hair again, this time wanting him to stop, but only so that he can place that mouth against mine. He's not late to understand and comes up to hover over me, his lips lightly stroking mine. I take both hands on either side of his head and pull him towards me so our lips can blend together. They move together in a perfect synchronization and I soon let Louis in without his tongue needing to ask. It's the first time I get to taste his tongue since that night a long time ago. It's too good and I want even more, I want all of him. The kiss is heated as his hands starts to travel down the side of my body.

I feel tingly all over my body and I moan as his mouth starts trailing kisses down my neck. My hands is lightly tugging on the hair in the back of his head.

“Hello?” I suddenly hear my dad call from downstairs. Louis groans into my neck yet again.

“A guy can't get a break around here.” He growls and I give away a shaky snicker. I'm kind of glad that my dad got home, I'm not so sure sleeping with Louis is the best thing right now. Even as I think this, my body is disagreeing with me. Wow, I'm so turned on! I haven't slept with anyone since the last time me and Louis did it. My body wants release.

“Hi dad.” I yell loud so that he can hear me through the closed door. Louis leans up on his arms, his elbows lays beside my shoulders and his hands stroke my hair at the top of my head. He looks disapprovingly down on me. “What?” I ask, trying to keep the smile from my lips. He just shakes his head before leaning down and securing his lips on mine.

“I bought some lunch!” My dad shout at us and Louis once again groan. I snicker a little, both at Louis reaction but also at the relief. I really need to figure this whole thing out. Even though I want nothing more than to feel Louis's lips all over my body. Who know if this is real? Does he like me? Is he going to continue like this when we get back? Is it just for the sex? There are so much to think about.

“Come on!” I say and push Louis away as I stand up from the bed. I pull my hand through my hair a couple of times to straighten the mess out. Louis stand up and come over to stand in front of me. His hands rest on my hips as he presses his lips against mine in one hard kiss before he turn around and walk out of the room. I take a deep breath before going out myself. He messes with my head so much.

Notes

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