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Andronitis

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I can’t see him, but I can feel him. His arms caging my head in, his body hovering over mine, trapping me. I know if I open my eyes, I’ll see his shaggy hair dangling in front of his face, notice the long bird tattoo staring at me from my left, see the planes of his collarbone, concave and strong, looming closer. I can feel the heat radiating off him. Little puffs of air hitting my cheekbones. The edge of his stubbled chin lightly scraping my jaw as his lips leave featherlight kisses on the corners of my mouth, the tip of my nose, the underside of my chin--so close and yet just off from where I need him. I feel him lean closer, his chest putting a slight pressure on mine, my back arching shamelessly up, pressing myself to him. I hear a low chuckle and feel the sinful pleasure of his lips finally meeting mine full on. My breath hitches and then a faint beeping sounds above us. I finally move an arm to reach for him and where I’d expected to touch his side, I’m met with open air. I tilt my head and feel blank space instead of a forearm. I lift my head and realize my eyes have yet to actually open. Prying them apart, I find myself alone under my covers. Hot. Bothered. And having dreamt of him. Again.

I throw my comforter off my body and rummage around my pillow for my phone. Finding it, I fiddle with the screen, swiping back and forth, succeeding only in annoying the apps that dance from one page to the next. It’s been three days since Starbucks and I’ve not said anything to him just yet. I still don’t know if I’m ready for all that comes with saying, “Sure pop star, let’s give it a go.” I do know that my subconscious is either 100% for the idea or just painfully aware that it’s been far too long. My next trip to the corner store may be for batteries.

I pull his message chain up and scroll back through. His sass makes me smile. The unfortunate thought that half of the known social media universe likely feels the same puts a pit in my stomach. Don’t suppose they’ve all got his number though. Ha. Take that you...fourteen year old fangirls. Lord.

What do I even say now? Thanks for the book is fairly lame three days late. I’m honestly a bit shocked he hasn’t messaged. I did ask for space. I’m pondering the complexities of the male brain and the next appointment with my counselor when my cat leaps on top of me. Of my face. Hard.

“SONOFA--”

I’m cut off by Adam’s laughter. I see his face poke through my bedroom door as I scramble to cover myself back with my duvet. It’s a good thing I’m wearing a top. And that I don’t keep sharp objects by my bedside to throw at intruders.

“Sorry, he was mewling at our bedroom. Needed his mama, I guess.” He laughs and heads to the bathroom.

“Sorry, not your bedroom. You don’t actually live here,” I mumble to myself. I’m starting to get annoyed with his presence. I need a distraction.

Fuck it.

To Louis:
Do you give all the girls Nancy Drew mysteries on the second date?

The typing bubble pops up almost immediately. He’s up early. And eager. I’m one to talk considering I’m staring at the bubble like it holds Christmas. It disappears.

Whatever bastard at Apple decided one should know exactly when their correspondee is typing or not deserves to spend an eternity locked in a room listening to elevator music that turns off for indeterminate amounts of time and then turns back on. Chinese water torture of the ears. Or maybe they just need to stare at a phone that does--

From Louis

Well, shit. Now I have to look. My inner monologue this morning has awful language. I blame the cat. And Adam. And maybe my frustrated arousal. Maybe.

From Louis:
Do you always wait three days to thank someone for a book?

The number of times “I should be offended” would be an appropriate response to this man is almost infuriating. The fact that it’s always a “should” and never an “am” is another good reason to schedule the appointment with my counselor rather quickly.

To Louis:
3-5 days ground. Expedited costs extra.

From Louis:
Someone put her sassy pants on today.

To Louis:
Joke’s on you. Not wearing pants.

Fast fingers and no proofreading. And zero chill. I shouldn’t have sent that. I cover my face with my pillow and scream like a loon. The cat stays resting on my chest. It’s nice to know he’s intuited this behavior as normal. I’ll probably have to train that out of him lest anyone ever tries to smother me with a pillow whilst he licks his paws and contemplates their form. My phone buzzes me out of my reverie.

From Louis:
Have you changed your name to Joke then? ; )

What? I’m re-reading for about the third time and the Typing Bubble of Doom appears again.

From Louis:
Sorry. That was likely too far. We’re all good, yeah?

I’m so confused. Changed my name? Joke’s on...oh. I blush furiously recalling my dreams over the last two days. My only comfort is that my phone buzzes again, signaling his full-on freak out over toeing the line.

From Louis:
All in jest, promise. I misread the vibe. Stephanie?

To Louis:
Sorry. Can’t hear you. The gong playing for bad jokes won’t stop ringing. : )

From Louis:
Terrify a man and then wound his pride? I’m starting to think these texts weren’t a thank you… ;)

To Louis:
Thank you.

From Louis:
You’re welcome x

To Louis:
Is x my new name now? My parents are going to be very confused with all these changes to my birth certificate.

From Louis:
It’s a kiss love. We Brits sign with them. Get used to it x

Judge, is it possible to be simultaneously embarrassed, excited, and confused? Your honor, I present myself as Exhibit A.

To Louis:
Get used to it, huh? Does that mean I’m hearing from you again?

From Louis:
Do you want to? …x

Oh what the hell. Playing hard to get is exhausting.

To Louis:
Yes.

From Louis:
Then you will x

I’m starting to really like that lowercase letter.

Notes

Comments

Omg! I just started reading it and I love it so much! Louis and his sass is just perfect

Ransom girl Ransom girl
12/5/15

@LulaMae
We'll have Louis in the next update! Maybe it'll be a... disaster? ;) I totally get you. I'm probably taking a hiatus myself. How could we not understand the boys? Life's exhausting! I'm so glad you are back though! I really love this story. Can't wait for Stephanie and Louis to meet again :D x

@not_any_maryjane
I'm quite glad to be back. Turns out I needed my own hiatus. I feel like this is a viewership that understands. Quite enjoying your updates. Always love seeing Harry sweat it out for Jeanne :)

LulaMae LulaMae
12/3/15

please continue

Louis'lolies Louis'lolies
11/24/15

I'm glad you are back :) Looking forward to another update.

not_any_maryjane not_any_maryjane
11/22/15