Cecelia:

I heard the car skid to a stop and my eyelids slowly opening. Wait.. when in hell did I fall asleep? Louis still had a tight grip on my hand but not as tight as it was when he was first driving. I decided to pretend to still be asleep. So I closed my eyelids and just sat there, breatheing with my lips slightly parted. "Cecelia Elizabeth Blake. . ." I heard Louis' voice mumbling. I had to contain my shocked expression. How did he know my full name?

A door opened quietly and I ignored the shocked feeling as cold air began to hit some of my exposed skin. That was until two strong, and yet warm, arms wrapped around my upper half and my bum. I had the slight tingling feeling that I should smack him for touching my bum, but I couldn't, he was too warm. A small thud, which I'm guessing was the car door being shut, was heard and then footsteps.

The footsteps continued for a little while until there was a click. The cold air around me suddenly stopped and I peeked through my eyelashes, still keeping my eyes closed enough so he wouldn't know I was awake. Louis was looking forward and had his jaw clenched like he was in deep thought.

Then he began to walk again. I looked around, still through my eyelashes, his place was beautiful. Light blue walls with a few pictures were placed all over to the corners of each of them. I saw from the corner of my eyes a large telly, which I'm guessing was in the living area. But soon I was being carried up steps covered in plaid carpet. It was a cute homey kind of pattern. I had to contain my smile.

Soon enough I was being brought into a small bedroom. There was posters of professional football players all from the same team, Manchester United. That was my favorite team! But Louis kept walking over to a small bed in the corner. It had blue and black duvets on it and plain white pillows, five of them, that all spelt out L O U I S. Cute, I thought to myself.

Louis laid me down on the bed and I felt how comfy it was. Closing my eyes completely again I cuddled into the duvets and sighed rather too loudly. Louis didn't seem to notice at all. I took a big whiff of the air. It smelt of apples, strawberries, and a nice hint of mint. I liked that smell, a lot. I exhaled and inhaled deeply. Then there was a click. I slowly opened one eye and looked around. The bedroom door was closed and I was alone. I quickly sat up and looked around.

The posters showed he was a big fan of the team. And so was I. I was slowly beginning to think there was more to this boy than I'd thought. Slowly I stood up from the comfy bed and walked over to a large brown dresser decorated with drawings and a picture frame atop. The picture was of Louis, playing football. He was smiling and didn't have as many tattoos as he did now. He actually looked. . . . happy, in that photo.

I moved on to another part of the room since I didn't want to seem like a stalker and go through his drawrers. I walked over to a large wooden door with a huge poster on it that said 'The Tommo Tomlinson' with a weird drawing of a face at the end. I read the bottom print 'Love ya man -Harry -Liam -Niall -Zayn ,but I love ya most -Hazza(Harry)' all of the names were written in signatures, very neat and curvy signatures.

I grabbed the door handle and twisted it. It turned out to be a walk in closet. Some close hung off to the right, but to the left were a few boxes. In the back of the closet was another dresser. Tons of photos scattered across the top, only a few in the frames. I walked over to it and looked at a few photos. The first one I looked at was a picture of Louis making a weird face and a guy behind him smiling. The guy had short stuble and jet black hair. I turned it over and read the back 'Zayn and I at the tattoo shop! Liam's first tattoo!' I thought of it to be Louis' hand writing because it said 'Zayn and I' and it was 'Zayn' and Louis in the photo. I moved onto the next one which was a picture of a guy with blonde hair, brunette at the tips, and really cute bluish green eyes, he was smiling and Louis had his arm around the guys shoulders also smiling. I flipped this one over and read the back 'Me and Nialler just taking a random Nouis photo!! ahaha'. I looked and read about ten more photos before one looked oddly strange. It was a picture of Louis, smiling at a boy with curly hair who was facing the camera and laughing, Louis had no tattoos and his hair was longer. He looked adorable, the curly haired boy looked oddly familiar. I turned the photo over and read; 'Remember? We met in the loo, Lou. It's been years an I wanted to send you something from here in Cheshire since I haven't seen you in a while bud! Anyways. . I'm so excited to be moving in with the boys and you! It's going to be grand I just know it things are going to be perfect! LARRY STYLINSON. x -Hazzabear (sent from Harry on May 3rd 2011)' that last bit was in Louis' handwriting but the first part was in some others apparently Harrys.

A creak brought me from looking down at the photos and I swiftly turned my head around to see Louis. Clenched jaw and anger burning in his eyes. "I thought you were sleeping." He stated and took a step toward me. Anger hinting in his voice.

I gulped backing up into the dresser as the photo slipped from my hand. "I. . . I. . ." My breath hitched as Louis was very close to me. I closed my eyes tightly expecting him to hit me or something. But nothing came. No impact or anything. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. Louis was crouched down in front of me the photo that slipped from my fingers in his right hand tears falling down his face. He looked like he was in pain.

My moments were surprising to me, and to him most likely. I crouched down in front of him and hugged his torso tight. Louis didn't hesitate to drop the photo and wrap his arms around me crying softly onto my shoulder. "W. . Who is that boy?" I mumbled. Louis pulled back and wiped his eyes standing straight up.

"No one." Louis stated harshly and walked from the room fast not looking back at me. I picked back up the photo and it had a few smudges from Louis' tears on it. I was going to dig deeper into this, no matter what. Folding up the photo carefully, I stuffed it into my back pocket and walked out of the closet, closing the door behind me and walking back over to Louis' bed and laying back down. I just stared at the ceiling until Louis came back. . . . .