(Kayla's POV)
My dream from last night flashed through my mind as we walked down the hallway, towards our room. Just before opening the door, he grabbed my hand and stopped me. My heart pounded in my chest and my eyes fixed on his.
"Kayla, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked, stepping a little closer.
"Of course" I replied, as calmly as I could.
"I don't really know how to say this." Louis started, looking at the ground "But, I think I'm falling for you Kayla."
My heart dropped into my stomach and I tried to hold back a smile as he grabbed me hands and pulled me toward him.
His lips crashed into mine as he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I felt his lips search my neck and he opened the door and pulled me into the room with him.
Gently, he laid me down on the bed and continued to kiss me. His fingers played with my hair as his tongue traced my lips, allowing himself in. Quickly, he pulled me up, onto his lap and held me close as he took off his dark grey t-shirt.
His muscular chest was exposed as I paused and looked him up and down, only to feel his lips along my neck.
Suddenly he paused and looked at me "Kayla, are you okay with this?" He questioned.
I quickly nodded as I leaned closer to him as he slid off my shirt and pulled me onto him.
"Just not too far tonight" I quickly said in embarrassment.
For what seemed like hours, we continued to tangle ourselves into each other.
(Louis's POV)
I awoke to Kayla sleeping in my arms, pressed against my chest.
"Hey, good morning sleepy head" I said as I gently shook Kayla.
"Good morning" She said as she turned, facing me.
Quickly, she buried her head into my chest, escaping the light.
"We have breakfast with that lady, remember?" I said as I pulled her head upward to face me.
She slowly sat up and rubbed her face.
"Hey, I'm going to grab a quick shower." Kayla said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"Damn, shes beautiful" I mumbled to myself as she walked into the small bathroom.
Qucickly, I hopped out of bed and started to search through my bag. I gently pulled out a brand new pair of jeans I had bought for Kayla and a clean t-shirt and layed them onto the bed next to her boots.
She walked out of the bathroom in a small, blue towel. Her exposed bruises and scars made my body shiver and my heart drop.
"Hey, who is this for?" She said, pointing towards the clothing.
"You, I got you a couple things." I said smiling.
"Awe, thank you!" She said as she grabbed the outfit in her hands and ran back into the bathroom.
I quickly combed through my hair and threw on new clothing before she walked out. My mind wandered back to last night as I waited for her to finish. Her soft skin against mine, her head buried into my chest, along with all of her pure beauty.
"You ready to go meet that lady?" Kayla questioned as she came over and sat next to me on the bed.
"Yeah" I replied quickly.
"Whats wrong?" She asked, confused and concerned.
I slowly turned my head and looked her in the eyes "You're amazing Kayla."
She softly giggled as she kissed me softly, took my hand and lead me out of the room holding our bags. The short, old lady was sitting on the small couch in a jumpsuit waiting for us when we got to the lobby.
"Hello dear, I reserved us all a seat." She said with a kind smile.
I genuinely nodded and followed her toward the buffet. We quickly got our food and sat down in the booth before she started explaining everything.
"So, I'm your grandmother's sister, on your father's side of the family. When you were little, maybe two of three I came to visit, and I didn't see you again till last night. You were just so cute and you've grown into such a handsome young man." She said emotionally. "Oh! My name is Anne by the way"
"Okay. How come you didn't visit since?" I questioned suspiciously.
"Well honey, your father and I didn't get along very well, and right before he passed we talked and we just agreed that no matter what happened, we wouldn't let our disagreements affect you, so I tried to find you but I couldn't." She said, looking down at her plate.
"Wait, what happened to your father?" Kayla softly chimed in, being as polite as she could.
"My father passed when I was 15, after that I left home and I've been on my own since." I replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kayla replied.
I smiled gently, placing my hand on top of hers.
We talked for what seemed like forever before I returned our key and head out with Kayla, back to driving.