Tattoos
Drunk.
CLAIRE'S POV
"Claire, Claire wake up." A voice awoke me from my precious sleep.
I slapped away whoever was trying to wake me up, I was too tired to deal with the day. "Claire, wake up." I knew the voice was Louis', but after last night I didn't want to talk to him.
He sighed, "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't drunk."
"Leave me alone." I mumbled into the pillow.
"You're still in your dress, you seriously want to sleep in that?" He questioned.
Honestly, I didn't want to keep wearing it. I didn't want to move though, or change because I was comfortable and I didn't want Louis to know he was right.
"I'm fine, now leave or shut up." I answered bluntly.
"I wasn't fucking drunk, Claire! I-I just didn't know what was happening, okay? I panicked and shit came out of my mouth, but it wasn't true." He ranted.
I didn't bother to face him, I continued to mumble into the pillow. "I didn't know what was going on either, but I didn't say I was drunk, did I? No. Just because something happens and you don't understand it doesn't mean you run away."
"Yeah well," He scoffed, "I've been running away my whole life if you haven't figured that out already."
"Did you wake me up just to rant, Louis?" I asked.
"I woke you up because I know you're mad at me."
"Why do you care? You didn't care a few months ago when you kidnapped me." I snapped.
Louis was silent for a second, "I don't care." He muttered, but I didn't know if he was talking to me or himself.
Louis didn't speak for a good three minutes. During the silence, I rewinded last night's events.
"Shut up and kiss me." I breathed.
Louis did as I told him, and he reconnected our lips, this time more aggressively. His arms wrapped more tightly around me, I ran my hand through his soft hair, now it was no longer brushed.
Louis sat us both up so now I was straddling him. Judging from the moan that escaped his mouth, he enjoyed this, a lot. Louis disconnected our lips, and began to kiss my jaw, then my neck.
Once he found my sweet spot, I bit my bottom lip and sucked in air. Louis knew I enjoyed this, I felt him smirk against my skin, as he began to suck on my sweet spot.
I rested my head on his neck and dug my nails into his shoulders. My mind wasn't thinking straight, I honestly had no idea what I was doing right now. Never in a million years would I think that I would enjoy kissing Louis.
Now here we are, about to do who knows what.
Before anything could continue, the door flew opened and there stood Harry. He didn't speak, he just stared with his eyes a bit wide, but he quickly changed his expression to an almost evil look.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your moment." He laughed slightly.
My cheeks began to heat up, I slowly got off Louis' lap and sat against the bed frame. Louis stood up and ran his hand through his tangled hair.
"Sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing," He had a confused expression, "I'm pretty drunk," He laughed, "My bad."
A frown immediately made its way onto my face. He was drunk, of course. He was just hormonal and needed someone to help him, and me being his soulmate and all made sense.
"Oh no, it was my fault, I don't want to take advantage of a drunk person." I snapped and threw the covers opened and crawled under them.
Harry laughed, "Okay well, I'll just go." Harry shut the door.
"Claire-" Louis started.
"Goodnight, Louis." I quietly said and shut my eyes begging for sleep to consume me.
I pursed my lips and say up from my sleeping position. Why was I moping over this? It was Louis for crying out loud, it's not like he's my boyfriend or some shit.
I threw the covers off and walked over to the bathroom, still in my stupid dress. I slammed the door and locked it, I needed to take a nice hot shower, just so I have time to relax and think.
LOUIS' POV
I flinched once the door shut, she isn't mad. She's pissed. In a way, that's a good thing because that means she didn't hate the heated moment we had last night. But now, she hates me.
Honestly, I wasn't drunk at all last night. I probably had three sips of that shit wine and that's all, and Claire should know that because if I was drunk she would've smelled it in my breath.
I only said I was drunk because I didn't want Harry to know that I sorta care about Claire. I've only cared for one person in my entire life, and that was Amber. When I cared for my sister, she betrayed me and that's why I never trusted anyone.
Of course I trust Liam, but we just watch each others backs, that's all. But Claire, you just can't get bored with her. I used to just pick up girls from bars or something, then I was done. With Claire, I just can't get enough.
If Harry knew that I care about Claire, he would take this as a chance to try to steal her. It's obvious he fancies her, he and I have the same taste in girls. Harry and I aren't friends, we're allies, only because of my skill and his money.
He likes to play these games, they're called Lets Piss Off Louis. He's winning at this game right now, but everyone should know that I really don't like losing.
I stood up from the bed and grabbed my black jeans and my dark red shirt and threw them on. Liam and I would probably just go on a few runs, no big deal. We needed to pay for gas and food somehow, so we usually just break into a few cars or steal purses when stupid moms aren't looking.
The bathroom door opened, and Claire was wrapped in her towel. We made eye contact for a split second, but she looked away and walked to her bag and grabbed some clothes, then walked back to the bathroom.
I honestly had no idea what to say at this point. If I tell her the real reason why I told Harry I was drunk, then she would use that I have feelings to her advantage. If I don't tell her, then it's annoying and pissed off Claire for two weeks.
Maybe if I just give her some space then she'll be okay. One thing I learned from my sister, if a girl is angry then figure out if she needs space or a hug right away.
Claire walked out of the bathroom, and walked right up to me. "I want to learn how to shoot." She said with her arms crossed.
I blinked a few times, "Sorry, what?" She was actually talking to me?
"A gun, I'm not getting away any time soon, so I might as well be of some use. I need to learn how to shoot." She was acting totally different, the way she spoke was different.
She probably came up with some plan in her mind while she was in the shower. I knew saying no wouldn't help my situation, but I had to. "Sorry, I don't have time to."
"Oh, but you have time to get drunk?" She argued.
"I wasn't drunk! Wanna know how I can prove it? Last night, did I have alcohol in my breath? No, I fucking didn't." I stared at her for a second, before turning around and walking out of the room.
Before I left, I looked at her and said, "I'll teach when I trust you."
"Claire, Claire wake up." A voice awoke me from my precious sleep.
I slapped away whoever was trying to wake me up, I was too tired to deal with the day. "Claire, wake up." I knew the voice was Louis', but after last night I didn't want to talk to him.
He sighed, "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't drunk."
"Leave me alone." I mumbled into the pillow.
"You're still in your dress, you seriously want to sleep in that?" He questioned.
Honestly, I didn't want to keep wearing it. I didn't want to move though, or change because I was comfortable and I didn't want Louis to know he was right.
"I'm fine, now leave or shut up." I answered bluntly.
"I wasn't fucking drunk, Claire! I-I just didn't know what was happening, okay? I panicked and shit came out of my mouth, but it wasn't true." He ranted.
I didn't bother to face him, I continued to mumble into the pillow. "I didn't know what was going on either, but I didn't say I was drunk, did I? No. Just because something happens and you don't understand it doesn't mean you run away."
"Yeah well," He scoffed, "I've been running away my whole life if you haven't figured that out already."
"Did you wake me up just to rant, Louis?" I asked.
"I woke you up because I know you're mad at me."
"Why do you care? You didn't care a few months ago when you kidnapped me." I snapped.
Louis was silent for a second, "I don't care." He muttered, but I didn't know if he was talking to me or himself.
Louis didn't speak for a good three minutes. During the silence, I rewinded last night's events.
"Shut up and kiss me." I breathed.
Louis did as I told him, and he reconnected our lips, this time more aggressively. His arms wrapped more tightly around me, I ran my hand through his soft hair, now it was no longer brushed.
Louis sat us both up so now I was straddling him. Judging from the moan that escaped his mouth, he enjoyed this, a lot. Louis disconnected our lips, and began to kiss my jaw, then my neck.
Once he found my sweet spot, I bit my bottom lip and sucked in air. Louis knew I enjoyed this, I felt him smirk against my skin, as he began to suck on my sweet spot.
I rested my head on his neck and dug my nails into his shoulders. My mind wasn't thinking straight, I honestly had no idea what I was doing right now. Never in a million years would I think that I would enjoy kissing Louis.
Now here we are, about to do who knows what.
Before anything could continue, the door flew opened and there stood Harry. He didn't speak, he just stared with his eyes a bit wide, but he quickly changed his expression to an almost evil look.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your moment." He laughed slightly.
My cheeks began to heat up, I slowly got off Louis' lap and sat against the bed frame. Louis stood up and ran his hand through his tangled hair.
"Sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing," He had a confused expression, "I'm pretty drunk," He laughed, "My bad."
A frown immediately made its way onto my face. He was drunk, of course. He was just hormonal and needed someone to help him, and me being his soulmate and all made sense.
"Oh no, it was my fault, I don't want to take advantage of a drunk person." I snapped and threw the covers opened and crawled under them.
Harry laughed, "Okay well, I'll just go." Harry shut the door.
"Claire-" Louis started.
"Goodnight, Louis." I quietly said and shut my eyes begging for sleep to consume me.
I pursed my lips and say up from my sleeping position. Why was I moping over this? It was Louis for crying out loud, it's not like he's my boyfriend or some shit.
I threw the covers off and walked over to the bathroom, still in my stupid dress. I slammed the door and locked it, I needed to take a nice hot shower, just so I have time to relax and think.
LOUIS' POV
I flinched once the door shut, she isn't mad. She's pissed. In a way, that's a good thing because that means she didn't hate the heated moment we had last night. But now, she hates me.
Honestly, I wasn't drunk at all last night. I probably had three sips of that shit wine and that's all, and Claire should know that because if I was drunk she would've smelled it in my breath.
I only said I was drunk because I didn't want Harry to know that I sorta care about Claire. I've only cared for one person in my entire life, and that was Amber. When I cared for my sister, she betrayed me and that's why I never trusted anyone.
Of course I trust Liam, but we just watch each others backs, that's all. But Claire, you just can't get bored with her. I used to just pick up girls from bars or something, then I was done. With Claire, I just can't get enough.
If Harry knew that I care about Claire, he would take this as a chance to try to steal her. It's obvious he fancies her, he and I have the same taste in girls. Harry and I aren't friends, we're allies, only because of my skill and his money.
He likes to play these games, they're called Lets Piss Off Louis. He's winning at this game right now, but everyone should know that I really don't like losing.
I stood up from the bed and grabbed my black jeans and my dark red shirt and threw them on. Liam and I would probably just go on a few runs, no big deal. We needed to pay for gas and food somehow, so we usually just break into a few cars or steal purses when stupid moms aren't looking.
The bathroom door opened, and Claire was wrapped in her towel. We made eye contact for a split second, but she looked away and walked to her bag and grabbed some clothes, then walked back to the bathroom.
I honestly had no idea what to say at this point. If I tell her the real reason why I told Harry I was drunk, then she would use that I have feelings to her advantage. If I don't tell her, then it's annoying and pissed off Claire for two weeks.
Maybe if I just give her some space then she'll be okay. One thing I learned from my sister, if a girl is angry then figure out if she needs space or a hug right away.
Claire walked out of the bathroom, and walked right up to me. "I want to learn how to shoot." She said with her arms crossed.
I blinked a few times, "Sorry, what?" She was actually talking to me?
"A gun, I'm not getting away any time soon, so I might as well be of some use. I need to learn how to shoot." She was acting totally different, the way she spoke was different.
She probably came up with some plan in her mind while she was in the shower. I knew saying no wouldn't help my situation, but I had to. "Sorry, I don't have time to."
"Oh, but you have time to get drunk?" She argued.
"I wasn't drunk! Wanna know how I can prove it? Last night, did I have alcohol in my breath? No, I fucking didn't." I stared at her for a second, before turning around and walking out of the room.
Before I left, I looked at her and said, "I'll teach when I trust you."
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