Just A Fan

It was about 11:00 pm and I just laid in the bed I share with Louis, just laying there in darkness. I told the boys that I needed to lay down and that my head hurt, not that any of them cared, at 9:00. Louis insisted he laid with me to make sure I was okay but I told him I needed to be alone. The house was still silent, other than the movie being played, probably in the living room. As I laid there, I looked over to the door and saw the shadow of someone walking back and forth in front of it. I kicked the blanket off of me, pushed myself off of the bed, and walked over to the door. I opened the door to see Liam pacing back and forth. He didn't notice me at first and cleared my throat and he jumped.
"Jesus Alexis, don't scare me like that," he said putting his hand to his chest. I smile a little. He looked up at me and looked away. "Alexis, can I tell you something?" he asked me and I gave him a nod, hoping nothing bad was going to come out of his mouth. "With the whole Faye situation, I am really sorry for acting the way I did. I should of asked you calmly what it was about. Instead, I yelled at you and I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry Lexis, can you forgive me?"
He looked at me, in my eyes, and gave me his apology. If he didn't look at me in my eyes and I he was the type of guy who says things like that and didn't mean a word of, I would of slapped him and said no. But he isn't, and I know it.
"Yes, Liam, I do. It did hurt me but I know if I was you, I would probably react the same way." He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around. I smiled and did the same. He kept repeating, "Thank you", and I laughed at him. "Liam, you are such a dork, you know that right?" He pulled away and looked at me with a serious face, "Yes, yes I do," and tried not to smile, and so did I. But, it didn't work. We both began laughing, to the point our backs hurt.
While we were in the middle of dying of laughter, the rest of the boys came up the stairs.
"What is so funny?" Zayn asked and I looked at him, stopped laughing, put on a serious face and Liam joined me. Zayn raised one of his eyebrows, and I noticed he was trying not to smile. I kept starring at him, starring right into his eyes, and that's when he broke. He started laughing and the other boys looked very confused. After the three of us calmed down, Zayn looked over at Niall, and back to Liam and I, then looked back at Niall. Niall looked between us with a scared expression, "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" He asked. I shook my head, "No, Zayn. I can't laugh anymore. My back hurts to much, Louis, are you tired?" I looked over at him and he looked up at me. The boys looked between us and I winked at Louis, which all of the boys noticed.
"You know, I think we should go hang out at a bar or something and since it will be late, we should rent a room at a hotel." Harry said and all of the boys nodded and ran down the stairs and into the living room. Harry opened the front door and the all ran outside, but before closing the door, Harry looked up at Louis and I and smiled, "I would say use protection, but its kinda too late for that." Louis looked at him, as if he was mentally punching him in the face, and Harry noticed and quickly went outside and shut the door behind him.
We stood there in silence for a few short minuets, before he spoke, "At least we have the house to ourselves tonight,' he looked over at me and smiled.
"No, Louis," and I walked down the stairs and I could hear him sigh, "But babe, you look really good in my shirt." I stopped at the bottom step and turned around to see him only halfway down, "Louis, it wouldn't matter because it would me on the ground." I rolled my eyes at him, as he continued his way down the stairs, "You know, the shirt could stay on you, but it would get in the way. The only good thing about you keep the shirt on, is that there wouldn't be clothes on the floor we would have to pick up because we both know that you, my friend, are not wearing shorts underneath." He smiled at him as I began to blush. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. He placed his lips on mine and I began pulling at the ends of his hair, making him moan slightly in my lips. He started moving his way down my jaw and to my neck, and his hands pulling at the bottom of his Nirvana t-shirt. Before I allowed him to take it off, I pulled away and walked into the kitchen. I heard him groan, still at the bottom of the stairs. "Alexis," he whined, entering the kitchen to see me sitting on the counter, with his shirt on the kitchen table. He looked up at me, to see me in my black tank top I had underneath his shirt, "Louis, you were right about me not wearing shorts," He walked over to me and placed his hand on my hips and pulled me to the edge of the counter and pulled my legs around him, "but I didn't know you were wearing a tank top, you innocent little girl." he smiled trying not to laugh but I gave him a smile and pressed my lips to his neck and whispered into his ear, "We both know I'm not an innocent little girl."

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