Two Roads ≫ l.s

18

"That was-..." I breathed out onto Louis' bare chest once I had collapsed next to him on the bed, still trying to regain enough composure to speak. "...Amazing..."

I gazed into Louis' eyes, his lids drooping with bliss as he began to let his fingers play into my slightly sweat-covered hair.

"Thank you." He simply whispered, before leaning in for a chaste kiss to my lips.

We both lay in eachother's arms, simply appreciating the peaceful silence we were surrounded by, the realization of how far Louis and I had actually taken our 'relationship', or whatever this was, bringing a small smile to my lips.

"What are you grinning at?" He glanced down at me, noticing.

"Us." My grin strengthened, turning my head up to stare at him.

"Us?"

"The concept of being able to give our feelings for eachother physical proof." I demonstrated, pressing my lips to his forehead affectionately. "It's-... nice."

"You've never done that before, right?" Louis mumbled against my neck.

I gulped, trying to find a way to brush off the oncoming embarrassment of saying no. "No."

Louis gave me a contented smile, as I began to feel his fingers expertly glide across my back, sending chills of pleasure shimmering down my spine. "Wanna know something?"

I froze, mid-shiver. "What?"

He kept the grin, locking our eyes and wriggling away from the cuddle suddenly, reaching over for the bedside table.

"What are you doing?" I narrowed my eyes in the dim light, trying to ignore the staining purple bruises that still remained a permanent tattoo of pain across his back. It sent a pang of realization to the pit of my stomach, as if I'd been trying to convince myself they were just some kind of horrible illusion.

He noticed my staring, as I quickly broke the gaze, keeping my eyes glued to one of the pillows patiently.
I'd noticed he'd grabbed one of our notebooks and a pen, and began watching him smoothly rip out a page, obviously for the purpose of confessing onto paper and biro ink.

"Look away." He frowned. "There's not much point doing this if you're going to be looking over my shoulder."

"I'm going to read it either way." I shrugged, although it only took one of Louis' glares to send me rolling over onto my side of the bed, laying in the silence broken every few moments by an quiet crackle of the paper or the biro dragging across the page.

The frequent crackles of Louis folding up the paper were a signal that he had finished writing, although I still remained motionless until I felt his hand slide under my pillow, accompanied by feeling Louis' presence as he shuffled up closer, placing a hand on my waist and pressing his lips into a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

"Can I look now?"

"Of course." Louis rolled back away from me, giving me room to take the note from under the pillow and unravel it tentatively.

Neither have I. Louis beautifully neat handwriting confessed onto the lined paper, making my jaw drop suddenly, flashing my eyes up to him in disbelief.
"You mean you-...?"

Louis shrugged. "Nope."

"But you-... and Kyli-"

He shook his head slowly. "She always wanted to. But I'd refuse."

"Kendall...?!"

"I just didn't want to. With anyone."

"But you-... you've been with so many-"