Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

84. Oh, Be My Baby

Messed up little girl

Messed up little girl

"Vanessa!" I muffled voice followed by knocking made me snap up.

I looked over to the closed door, forgetting I had locked it to change after my shower.

I walked over, clicking the door unlocked and opening it to Louis.

"Gen's downstairs, she said you guys had a thing but you never went" Louis began to say.

"I'm sorry" I said in a monotone voice, having Louis notice.

"Is everything alright?" he asked with concern seeping through his tone.

"It's just, the visit to my dad got to me" I explained with a plastered smile.

"That's not what's it"

Louis closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to me on the bed, "Do you want to tell me what's got you bothered?"

I looked down. feeling my eyes begin to water, "My dad is just cruel at times"

"Did he do something?"

I stayed quiet.

"Vanessa, you can tell me anything"

I breathed shakily, "My entire life I grew up terrified of what my dad or Oliver were to do, I would sit in the corner of my old room praying to a God I didn't believe in at the time"

Louis looked into my eyes, waiting for me to continue.

"And seeing him again brought that fear back, he lost it and I did too"

Who would love such a messed up little girl?

"Lou..." I began to say having him hum in resonse, "Do you love me?"

Louis breathed in, keeping his eyes on mine he nodded moving closer to me, "So much"

I exhaled shakily to the words, a tear rolling down my cheek.

Louis wiped it away with the pad of his thumb, "Can I tell you a secret?" he asked me.

I nodded feeling his hand on my cheek.

"I can't resist you, I've never been able too"

I closed me eyes, feeling more drops of salty water push their way through my eyelids. Louis wiped them away every chance he could.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked with a sniffle.

"Of course"

"I think I...I think I'm beginning to really like yo-"

I was interrupted by Louis' lips being gently pushed against mine, the tips of his fingers being pushed into the roots of my hair.

I brought my hand to his neck as our postions changed, his knees were on either side of me whilst I leaned back with one hand to keep me up.

Our kiss got deeper, our breathing got heavier, and his thumb rubbed circles against my cheek.

But it felt different, it felt wrong. And one word stuck in my mine, one name.

Harry.

But I kept at it, I wanted to forget and I wanted to feel again.

Louis tensed up, quickly letting himself go again. Kissing me deeper.

Louis' hair tangled within my fingers as my hand kept at the back of his neck, his nose brushed against mine, and his forehead was pressed to my own. The soft touch of his hands roamed on my cheek and waist.