Cecelia:

When Louis walked in he made sure not to make any noise. He didn't get compaints from me about that. Because, I was deep in thought. Except he, being 'curious' was right in my face as I stared straight ahead not even taking in notice that he was there.

That was, until he snapped his fingers in my face. I jolted up and my lips brushed his, I could feel have soft and plmup they were but I also felt something metallic before pulling back slightly bewildered. That's when I noticed, he'd put his lip piercing back in. And now he also had two in his right eyebrow.

Louis chuckled lightly. "Did you like sharing a house with my lips for a second there?" He asked and tilted his head like a child would. Him and his damn mood swings though I swear, I thought and rolled my eyes at him. It was like babysitting a kid but I've probably only been here what, an hour? An hour and a half tops.

I sighed. Trying desperately to chande the subject. "Soo . . . the project. . ." I trailed off. I didn't want to have to paint one of his tattoos. They all looked so dull, even though I'd only seen like three, I never really focused on his tattoos.

He nodded his head. "Oh yeah." And before I could say anything he was taking off his shirt with his back to me.

"Louis!" I shrieked causing him to turn around in the midst of taking off his shirt.

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" He asked tilting his head once again. I could see some of his toned abbs and tried not to focus on them. There were a few outlines of tattoos I could see on them. Now I knew what he was going to do. I shook my head and motioned for him to continue. He nodded his head and slid his shirt the rest of the way off revealing all of his front tattoos, I still had to see his back.

"Turn." I commanded and he sighed turning so his back was to me. Is it weird that I was thinking in my head that even his back was sexy? And it didn't hurt that he also had a nice ass on him too. I removed my gaze from his body and stared at the floor for a few seconds before recomposing myself. "Okay. Well, let's get started where are my - " Before I could finish Louis was ontop of me crashing his lips on mine.

Our lips moved in sync which surprised me. I didn't even know why I was kissing him back. The kiss grew deeper and Louis licked my bottom lip begging for entrance. That's when I finally pulled back. "LOUIS!" I screamed as loud as I could. He was breatheing heavily and staring down at me and small smile played on his lips.

I shoved him away from me and sat at the edge of the bed crying into my sleeves shaking my head. "Why would I do that?! Why didn't I kick you?!" I screamed everytime I spoke. Someones arms wrapped around me from behind and I pulled back into a hard, and bare, chest. It was definitely Louis. "Let me go." I spat and shoved his back away from me.

A loud sigh could be heard. "Let's just do the project." His voice was hard and cooled. I was confused but let it pass by just so I could get out of this hell hole sooner. Especially before Louis could do any shitty stunt like that again. I turned to him and looked over most of his tattoos. One of his left wrist caught my eye. I pointed at it. Louis grunted softly and stuck his wrist out to me. It had small cursive letters writter on it.

'H.S. L.P. N.H. Z.M.' They looked like initials to some peoples names. I arched an eyebrow at Louis. "What?!" He spat still harshly and I sighed looking back down at the tattoo. Each one of the pairs of 'initials' had a color surrounding it. Small flakes of the color spattered around the other pairs a few times. "I like it.. it's.. unique." I stated simply and turned to my bag which was laying on Louis' floor. I dug through it and found my phone. I grabbed Louis' hand the gesture taking him off guard, but when he tried to pull away I glared at him, and he stopped. I snapped a photo.

"Now, take me home, I'll work on it there." I looked at Louis who was now raising an eyebrow of his own. "Take me home." I spoke sternly and soot up slipping back on my flats as I started toward his bedroom door. No footsteps followed mine. I turned to see Louis, with an amused expression on his face and he was propping his head up on his right hand giving me great looking access to hit shirtless body. He was now only in white shorts.

"No." Louis stated simply.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Now take me home." He shook his head. "Why not?" I stomped my left foot like a little child and he chuckled.

Then Louis shrugged his shoulders. "Because, it's late, I want to sleep. We can get you some clothes from your house in the morning. Or you could just stay here with me.." He mumbled the last part and looked at me. I thought I saw a glint of hopefullness in his eyes but in a split second they were back to being unreadable.

I sighed. "Just let me call my brother." I stated and walked into the hallway closing Louis' door behind me. Quickly I dialed Conner and held the phone to my ear. I wasn't very surprised with how he answered the phone on the other end.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" He spat from the other side, his deep tone iced with worry and concern.

Another sigh left my lips. "I'm at a.. friends house. I'll be back tomorrow morning, okay?"

There was no answer for a little bit. "What friend?" Oh dammit Conner, you and your suspicions.

"Louis..." I nibbled my bottom lip hoping he'd stop there. Once again everyone knew about Louis' reputation as the bad boy. My brother would blow his god damn top and demand I come home if he knew I was spending the night with the Louis Tomlinson. The bad guy, the bad boy, the life ruiner, all the 'good' shit.

"Louis, who?" He asked.

Another sigh. "Louis Tomlinson.." There was a loud crack on the other side of the line and a light cough of some kind of drink i'm guessing.

Then they was a gulp. "You're lying." His voice was low.

"Nope! Bye!" Before he could say anything I hung up and walked slowly and hesitantly back into Louis' room.

Luckily he was laying under the covers facing me. His lips slightly parted and his breatheing heavy. I knew he had fallen asleep and I'll admit he looked great and very peaceful at that moment. I slowly slipped off my flats and dropped my stuff on the carpet while making my way to Louis' bed. I sat on the edge and he stirred. Some how right now Louis didn't seem like such a bad guy. He looked like an angel, a broken angel. I thought for a moment until I came to the conclusion I was going to fix him, help him. I knew this wasn't the real him and I declared I do anything to see the real him, at least once. "Lay with me?" His husky sleepy voice asked shaking me from my thoughts as he propped himself up on his elbows.

I raised an eyebrow. "Louis, what?" I asked and tilted my head.

He sat up completely and grabbed me by my waist pulling me under the covers and into his chest. "I want you to lay with me..." He paused and I could feel tension building up in him as he tensed. "I want you to spend the night in the arms of me, the bad guy." He said while closing his eyes again. In a few seconds he was out cold.

Although I didn't really think Louis was the bad guy anymore..