End Of The Day

Feeling a kiss on my lips, my lids flutter open to find the sweetest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Mmm, awakened by a kiss from the prince.”
Louis laughs. “I am far from a fairytale prince, Love.”
“That’s not true. You are most definitely my sweet, sassy prince.”
“This is for you, Darling.” He says as he hands me a single red rose.
“It’s beautiful, smells amazing.”
“There are a fresh twelve dozen downstairs for you.”
I entwine my fingers with his.
“Louis, you are going to spoil me.”
He kisses my forehead. “That’s the plan, Love.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, darling. What are your plans for today?”
We move to sit up in bed, Louis’ arm tightly around me. I grab my laptop, opening it.
“Well apparently my job is still in question. They haven’t decided if I can come back yet. So I’ve decided, screw them!”
With the biggest grin, Louis says. “That’s my girl.”
“I’ve sent out several resumés. I’m checking now to see if I have any replies.”
As I lean against his chest, I feel Louis take a deep breath.
“Lea, I’ve been avoiding this conversation, but I can’t stay here in LA forever. Have you given any thought to living in England?”
I blow out a long breath. “I’ve given it some thought. It’s scary, but I also know I don’t want to be without you. My career though, it’s so important to me.”
“I know, and I love that about you. Have you sent your resumé to any studios in England?”
I wink. “As a matter of fact, I did.” I turn my computer to show him the list.
“How about we give it a little time, leave it up to fate.”
I grin. “So, if I land a job in England, then we are meant to live there together?”
“Exactly.”
Louis takes my laptop, setting it aside. Kissing my neck, then whispering in my ear. “Care to join me in the shower?”
I smirk. “Mmm, yes please.”

Later that afternoon, as I’m having lunch with Tracy, an important email comes through. I rush home to share the news with Louis.
Bursting through the front door. “Louis? Louis! Sweetheart!”
He comes running down the stairs. “What is it, Love?”
I show him the email.
He wraps his arms around my waist. “Well, Darling, it looks like we are going to England.”

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