Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 55

Welp. Turns out 'I love you' sex isn't a cure all for arguments.

Louis was lying on the other side of the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling after we had established neither of us would be budging our viewpoints.

He had gotten up to call Liam and tell him to come and get the powder against my wishes and now I was seething.

He didn't get to just tell me he loved me and then ignore my wishes and pretend like everything would be fine. I knew he only wanted to protect me and I only wanted to protect him. We were both in the right in our own ways, and that was what made it all the more infuriating.

I knew Louis was stubborn, he had managed to carry out an argument with Harry for nearly a year about his leadership in the gang, and would happily resort to not speaking to him like it was some sort of middle school girl fight whenever they had a disagreement. But I did expect him to at least listen to me.

And right now it appeared he was deaf.

"Louis!" I demanded for the third time, glaring at him from the other side of the bed, "you should not have called Liam!"

His jaw was clenched and his icy blue eyes were still unmoving.

My anger was getting me nowhere with him. He was a man who could fight with the speed and agility of a panther and hunted deadly weapons while leading a gang for a living. His girlfriend shouting wasn't something that was going to elicit a response from him.

So I kept glaring at him, racking my brain for anything that I could do to get him to look at me. Yelling and anger wasn't going to work.

I leaned over, closing the distance between us softly on the bed.

I moved slowly so he didn't think I was going to jump at him in anger.

His muscles tensed anyway when I got towards him.

It wasn't his fault, after you were a fighter for a while, you learned to expect violence, and even though I would never lay a hand on him in a million years, he had closed his eyes when I got closer with tense muscles and a frozen body like he expected me to slap him.

I laid my hand on his cheek gently, saying nothing.

He kept quiet, keeping his body tense, but his face relaxed slightly, letting me tilt his head to face me.

"Louis." I said again, softer this time.

His blue eyes were open, flicking between my violet ones in restlessness.

We were used to violent and fast solutions to life, but we had hit our first real hurdle and blown up at each other. We needed to learn how to actually talk through our problems, we weren't always going to agree on everything but we needed to be able to have an argument without it being a huge issue.

"I want you to listen to me." I told him as gently and clearly as I could.

He bit his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with his brows furrowed together.

I knew he was trying to decide whether or not to heed my request and I let him take his time. I knew the sudden softness in the middle of an argument threw him off and he was trying to determine whether or not it was genuine.

No matter how hard we fought or what we disagreed over, I would never do anything to hurt him and I wanted him to know that because I knew he would never intentionally hurt me either.

We hadn't known each other for years and years like the couples in the true love fairy tales, but I knew his character better than he thought.

He was stubborn, but he had a good heart, and I knew he could see that but I could, and I trusted in him because of it.