Rachel’s P.O.V.

My arms wound around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me, as his hands rested on my lower back.

I felt his hands tug at the bottom of my shirt and immediately began to take it off, breaking away from his lips for only a second to pull it over my head.

He pulled me closer to him again, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then to my jaw, eventually moving to my neck, causing me to moan loudly.

I began to tug at his tshirt as he pushed me backwards, pressing me against the wall. Once his shirt was off, I pulled back from him, my eyes immediately finding the large tattoo on his chest.

“Louis..” I mumbled, gently touching the tattoo, before meeting his eye again.

His returning smile was blinding.

“Rachel,” he replied, immediately capturing my lips with his again.



My eyes shot open, and I immediately sat up, looking around the room wildly.

I relaxed when I realised I was alone in the room, Lizzie and Skylar were already gone to class.

But what the the hell was that? I was dreaming about Louis? About me and Louis?

My heart was still racing, as I willed my thoughts to settle. Even when Louis and I were ‘dating’ we had never gotten very intimate. Where were these images coming from? We were friends, that was it.

Weeks had passed since Ashton and I had reached some kind of truce. I had had lunch with him a few times and we were on reasonably good terms, but I wasn’t sure it could ever be the same. It was hard not to still feel a little angry at him.

I was getting there though, finding a way to forgive him and to move on.

Louis and I had been spending a lot more time together too. But we had been close a long time now, we were good friends even when Ashton and I had been together. There was nothing more to it, was there?

Sure, Louis was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that. And he was funny, and sweet. He was without a doubt one of my favourite people to spend time with. Friends liked spending time together though, right?

Friends didnt usually have dreams of being intimate with their friends though, did they?

Oh god, this couldn’t be happening. Louis and I had tried before. We didn’t work. Me feeling anything more than friendship for him wouldn’t end well.

Alrhough, it had had been a while since Louis and I had ended our ‘relationship’. We had both grown a lot since then. We had focused more on our friendship and had become so much closer.

I shook my head, trying again to rid the thoughts of Louis and the idea of a relationship with him out of my head. He may have felt something for me once, but it had been over a year and a half since then.

Just because I was having these ridiculous thoughts, didn’t mean he would be feeling anything similar.

What was I even thinking? He was Louis. My friend, Louis. Harry’s best friend, Louis.

Our very attractive friend, Louis.

I geoaned again, Latin back down and pulling the covers over my head. This was going to become a problem.

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